Beauty.....there are so many forms, so many versions, so many opinions. When it comes to women I have tried, and sometimes failed, to stress the mind above all. Personality, converstion, etc. Of course, any woman with sense would see that as a front. Afterall, what normal man would actually hold her intellect above her body....many have said it, none have backed it up. I will admit there is some truth to that notion. I am a man indeed, but there is nothing worse than getting.....being truly attracted to a woman and then finding out that you cannot talk too her. I immediately feel like a whore. Then I have to find a way of backing off without hurting her...without her feeling that it was always about her body. So I hold her intellect above her body not by nature, but by choice. Because beauty deserves compassion and compassion comes after acceptance. But I didnt come here to talk about my 12 step program to not being a pig. I came to talk about what I think is beauty....in body.
For as long as I can remember beauty, sexual appeal has been presented in one very recognizable form...the Classic American Blonde. The full chest, the tiny waist, the impossible standard of a doll thing that has caputred the sad little minds of most men while, simultaniously, selling Billions of dollars worth of random and often useless products to them. What I like to call the -Commercial Whore Doll-. She is everywhere.....and as a result of her constant and unyeilding presence over the last however many decades I have come to find her the lest attractive possiblity of all.
I perfer rebellion in my women. Nothing is hotter than the warlike resistance found in a woman with plenty of dynamic, fearlessly large tattoos and boldly placed piercings. A woman who's hair is not perfect or even a color recongnizable as geneticly possible. A woman who's curves and form are not as common as the worlds most popular race track but as as deadly and unfamiliar as the most remote mountain road. A woman who melts your soul by shear heat of shock if she so chooses. And yet, this is just the surface.
If I have a favorite feature I would have to confess her eyes. I must feel naked before them. They must be fully disarming and utterly peircing. Something that i could fall into....be lost within. It is the window to the soul after all.....I must be compelled to crawl through them.
In a perfect world...she would know I am not. As I was thinking -Intellect above body- she would say it. You see she knows her worth and she has a line. She too would be thinking -Intellect above body-........and I would call it beauty.
For as long as I can remember beauty, sexual appeal has been presented in one very recognizable form...the Classic American Blonde. The full chest, the tiny waist, the impossible standard of a doll thing that has caputred the sad little minds of most men while, simultaniously, selling Billions of dollars worth of random and often useless products to them. What I like to call the -Commercial Whore Doll-. She is everywhere.....and as a result of her constant and unyeilding presence over the last however many decades I have come to find her the lest attractive possiblity of all.
I perfer rebellion in my women. Nothing is hotter than the warlike resistance found in a woman with plenty of dynamic, fearlessly large tattoos and boldly placed piercings. A woman who's hair is not perfect or even a color recongnizable as geneticly possible. A woman who's curves and form are not as common as the worlds most popular race track but as as deadly and unfamiliar as the most remote mountain road. A woman who melts your soul by shear heat of shock if she so chooses. And yet, this is just the surface.
If I have a favorite feature I would have to confess her eyes. I must feel naked before them. They must be fully disarming and utterly peircing. Something that i could fall into....be lost within. It is the window to the soul after all.....I must be compelled to crawl through them.
In a perfect world...she would know I am not. As I was thinking -Intellect above body- she would say it. You see she knows her worth and she has a line. She too would be thinking -Intellect above body-........and I would call it beauty.
