People are already getting excited about Halloween and by people I mean me
I swear to god I will lose my mind if I hear the “sex sells” fallacy one more time. Sex does not sell. If sex sold, we would see penises where we see boobs. Naked men would be on everything that naked women are on. Sex isn’t what they’re selling you. They’re selling you an impossible, pornographically fueled misogynistic idea of the perfect woman.
FUCKING THANK YOU
How absolutely wrong do you have to be to believe that the notion that sex sells is by any means a fucking fallacy. Have you seen 98% of the movies targeted towards women? Beautiful male love interest, usually. Obscenely defined abs. Sometimes it’s just pure sexualized men (Magic Mike). You want to tell me that Fifty Shades of Poorly Written BDSM sold millions because of its literary value? How about Twilight? You mean to tell me that hundreds of girls, teenage and otherwise, read that for its poetic depiction of true love? I think not. I believe it was the masculine animosity depicted in both of my examples which made them such successes. So don’t tell me that when I see sexualized men in the media it’s a manifestation of my male power fantasy, because, GUESS WHAT! I don’t have one. Men are sold pictures of men looking sexy because that’s what we’re told women want. And the sales that Magic Mike, Twlight, and 50 Shades made? Well, that just proves it, doesn’t it.
Fuck off with your everything is misogyny and open your god damned eyes. You like sex, you buy sex, just as much as men do. You just buy it differently.
When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
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She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect.
Californication (via perfect
What the fuck.. How.. Why.. I can’t even
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