539: Tonight...
I am tranny fierce: purple tights, black high-heeled boots with little purple shorts, an over-long red sweater and a leather jacket... and my purple make-up of course... I am going on a date (hopefully to a bar, as it will be closer to midnight when he gets here), and I will let you all know how that goes.
Earlier today I also finally wrote another poem. I think it is only part of it, though--I think it will become a sequence, akin to the title poem of Images. Basically, it is about me losing my virginity, and about that guy in particular. As usual with my same mix of sadness and joy in physical detail and wistful melancholy. This is the first poem I've written of what I think will be a planned collection of poems dealing with sexuality. Explicit sexuality.
Which means, it would be good to finish reviewing the sexually explicit films I saw (the mainstream ones)--because it's a very fine line, it's true, between pornography and erotica. But it is actually a very distinctive difference between erotica and erotic literature. You can chock this revelation up to the influence of an anthology I kept under my bed back in the day of erotic literature, as opposed to purely pornographic material, for which it served fairly poorly.
A lot of it comes down to intent--why talk about sex in the first place? Are you merely trying to titillate? Do more than titillate and arouse? How far do you want to arouse and to what purpose? Do you want to exploit that arousal and/or exploit the material of arousal for the purpose of said arousal? This is how we get into the major problems of current pornography...
Of course, sex is certainly not always about exploitation--and representations of it are the same. Sex is used in books/music/films for dramatic and literary affect successfully without crossing the line into exploitation. Because it really isn't fine, in my opinion. The problem really lies in what level and what kind of focus you are putting on that sex. It can be healthy or obssessive. It can be indirect or explicit. These things are not always separate or connected.
It's something that I obviously think a lot about--something I think is a very complicated issue, one that lies ingrained in the very veins of human existence. It is inescapable. You can't ignore it, but at the same time, it's a bad idea to stare at it too long for an uninterrupted stretch of time.
I wouldn't use the sun as a metaphor, but the moon--wrap your minds around it, think about it, and let me know what you come up with in your imaginations with that image.
But of course, tonight, I will be engaged in debauchery. The point I wanted to make initially is that I will finally be writing (in verse) about these said exploits. And it will not be merely pornographic, obviously, because as my first experiences, there is always a certain complex array of emotions and thoughts going on--plenty of theme to work with, just working on the material.
(I really need a tranny fierce and/or sexuality icon--anyone wanna help me with that? lol)
Earlier today I also finally wrote another poem. I think it is only part of it, though--I think it will become a sequence, akin to the title poem of Images. Basically, it is about me losing my virginity, and about that guy in particular. As usual with my same mix of sadness and joy in physical detail and wistful melancholy. This is the first poem I've written of what I think will be a planned collection of poems dealing with sexuality. Explicit sexuality.
Which means, it would be good to finish reviewing the sexually explicit films I saw (the mainstream ones)--because it's a very fine line, it's true, between pornography and erotica. But it is actually a very distinctive difference between erotica and erotic literature. You can chock this revelation up to the influence of an anthology I kept under my bed back in the day of erotic literature, as opposed to purely pornographic material, for which it served fairly poorly.
A lot of it comes down to intent--why talk about sex in the first place? Are you merely trying to titillate? Do more than titillate and arouse? How far do you want to arouse and to what purpose? Do you want to exploit that arousal and/or exploit the material of arousal for the purpose of said arousal? This is how we get into the major problems of current pornography...
Of course, sex is certainly not always about exploitation--and representations of it are the same. Sex is used in books/music/films for dramatic and literary affect successfully without crossing the line into exploitation. Because it really isn't fine, in my opinion. The problem really lies in what level and what kind of focus you are putting on that sex. It can be healthy or obssessive. It can be indirect or explicit. These things are not always separate or connected.
It's something that I obviously think a lot about--something I think is a very complicated issue, one that lies ingrained in the very veins of human existence. It is inescapable. You can't ignore it, but at the same time, it's a bad idea to stare at it too long for an uninterrupted stretch of time.
I wouldn't use the sun as a metaphor, but the moon--wrap your minds around it, think about it, and let me know what you come up with in your imaginations with that image.
But of course, tonight, I will be engaged in debauchery. The point I wanted to make initially is that I will finally be writing (in verse) about these said exploits. And it will not be merely pornographic, obviously, because as my first experiences, there is always a certain complex array of emotions and thoughts going on--plenty of theme to work with, just working on the material.
(I really need a tranny fierce and/or sexuality icon--anyone wanna help me with that? lol)