Why women are increasingly showing off?
Lingerie day, twitpics, flickr, twitcams, face (body) books, erotic pics to present her husband with a magazine ... What is behind this reality?
To whom exactly they show?
I am against excessive psychologizing and scientization of sexuality, as if everything could be explained by doctors, psychiatrists and sexologists analyzing physiology, hormones and synapses. When we talk about sex, is not always a sexual element in the play. And when we talk about other things, always has an element of sex. That's how I look at the issue of women's voluntary exposure on the Internet.
I like that exposure of women, but not sure how this is done for freedom and how much is done because women are held hostage to a hidden structure. Do not know.
Women (men too, of course) are dependent on the male gaze to assert their identity. "Who am I?" Is inseparable from "Who do you see when you look at me?". The body is made only when touched by another body. The view of the body is in this sense, a way to be seen, recognized, to feel alive, to have their own body, as strange as that sounds.
And to expose who they are? For some particular man? To the media? No, they are exposed to the Internet. That's right, because the Internet is a guarantee that they will be seen by someone. Will be seen, that's what matters. They do not need or expose the name or face. The joy is in the very act of showing and after watching himself on screen with the certainty that someone sees them. It is an internal process.
Sometimes this feeling to exist for a stranger is much more satisfying than the relationship she built with the people around. It is not unusual for me to receive emails from women telling you no longer want or seen by their husbands. And wanting to go to someone who only see from afar every day, or with whom they exchange e-mails ... or women who chase after men who ignore them completely. The Internet thus plays the role of the man who accepts them and contemplates without trials. Sometimes a webcam is more macho than many guys out there.
"I too can be a bitch"
There are also women who pay to surprise their husbands with sensual testing, delivering a custom magazine. It is a worthy attempt to capture the male gaze that normally go elsewhere. An attempt to say: "I, his wife, also can be a bitch, magazine cover, the object of enjoyment"
"It was one of the most wonderful and crazy things I've done. [...] At the time of the photos, I felt like a celebrity and a flurry of emotions went through my head! When I left, I was numb all day, feeling an inexplicable and self-esteem up there!
The pictures were wonderful, even cried when I saw them. The photos brought the help I needed to see that I am beautiful and not be afraid of anything! I loved everything and only have to thank for all the happiness you have given me "(testimony of one of the agency's clients Nude)
Another interesting factor is that the masculine touch is increasingly restricted to sex. The guy gets tired, the guy can not dance, will not do a massage, it will take to dinner, sit alongside and be stroking ... None. Women, unknowingly, end up placing all hopes of sex. It is no coincidence that many binding on both the sex love, passion, involvement. In many cases, is the only time you will feel loved, touched, looked, desired by their partners.
This link to the sensation of sex to be seen, touched and loved expands beyond the bed and relationships. Somehow, if exposed, to undress, to show cause by the imagination of a satisfaction that with the act, she is most admired, valued, wanted, loved, finally, by some man. Like the touch and look the other brings us to life, talking of his own sense of being. There is little.
Lingerie day, twitpics, flickr, twitcams, face (body) books, erotic pics to present her husband with a magazine ... What is behind this reality?
To whom exactly they show?
I am against excessive psychologizing and scientization of sexuality, as if everything could be explained by doctors, psychiatrists and sexologists analyzing physiology, hormones and synapses. When we talk about sex, is not always a sexual element in the play. And when we talk about other things, always has an element of sex. That's how I look at the issue of women's voluntary exposure on the Internet.
I like that exposure of women, but not sure how this is done for freedom and how much is done because women are held hostage to a hidden structure. Do not know.
Women (men too, of course) are dependent on the male gaze to assert their identity. "Who am I?" Is inseparable from "Who do you see when you look at me?". The body is made only when touched by another body. The view of the body is in this sense, a way to be seen, recognized, to feel alive, to have their own body, as strange as that sounds.
And to expose who they are? For some particular man? To the media? No, they are exposed to the Internet. That's right, because the Internet is a guarantee that they will be seen by someone. Will be seen, that's what matters. They do not need or expose the name or face. The joy is in the very act of showing and after watching himself on screen with the certainty that someone sees them. It is an internal process.
Sometimes this feeling to exist for a stranger is much more satisfying than the relationship she built with the people around. It is not unusual for me to receive emails from women telling you no longer want or seen by their husbands. And wanting to go to someone who only see from afar every day, or with whom they exchange e-mails ... or women who chase after men who ignore them completely. The Internet thus plays the role of the man who accepts them and contemplates without trials. Sometimes a webcam is more macho than many guys out there.
"I too can be a bitch"
There are also women who pay to surprise their husbands with sensual testing, delivering a custom magazine. It is a worthy attempt to capture the male gaze that normally go elsewhere. An attempt to say: "I, his wife, also can be a bitch, magazine cover, the object of enjoyment"
"It was one of the most wonderful and crazy things I've done. [...] At the time of the photos, I felt like a celebrity and a flurry of emotions went through my head! When I left, I was numb all day, feeling an inexplicable and self-esteem up there!
The pictures were wonderful, even cried when I saw them. The photos brought the help I needed to see that I am beautiful and not be afraid of anything! I loved everything and only have to thank for all the happiness you have given me "(testimony of one of the agency's clients Nude)
Another interesting factor is that the masculine touch is increasingly restricted to sex. The guy gets tired, the guy can not dance, will not do a massage, it will take to dinner, sit alongside and be stroking ... None. Women, unknowingly, end up placing all hopes of sex. It is no coincidence that many binding on both the sex love, passion, involvement. In many cases, is the only time you will feel loved, touched, looked, desired by their partners.
This link to the sensation of sex to be seen, touched and loved expands beyond the bed and relationships. Somehow, if exposed, to undress, to show cause by the imagination of a satisfaction that with the act, she is most admired, valued, wanted, loved, finally, by some man. Like the touch and look the other brings us to life, talking of his own sense of being. There is little.