Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down

The bow-tie is unfairly characterized as the neckware of fools and dandies, a misreading of the fashion in my opinion.

The men who affect the bow-tie are trying to look different, trying too hard because the bow-tie is a cliché that says "I'm trying to look different." They're obviously attempting to stand out, and everyone knows it...except the wearer, which confirms them as terminally un-hip.

If only the bow-tie was associated with restraint sex. From personal experience, regular neckties make perfect tools with which to tie a woman to the bed, or to restrain her arms or legs, or even to blindfold her. But bowties are a more perfect length, and you can always wear them the next day and keep the scent close to your nose.


Bottoms Up, Dominators!



Bow-tie sweater from here [link]

Allow Yourself Pleasure

"Most women need permission to express themselves sexually and allow themselves pleasure."*

I sense an element of truth in this statement, and yet raise my eyebrows. 'Permission' implies someone has the authority allowing each individual female release. Is is possible that women themselves deny that permission? Do women stop their own natural behaviour? Why?

This kind of self flagellation is foreign to guys. We routinely deny ourselves expression from the other end of that spectrum - controlling our impulses civilizes us. This, too, can be overdone, leading to male sexual introversion.

Perhaps we could meet in the middle. Ladies, give yourself permission. Men, go meet the women.




Bottoms Up, Permit Holders!



Pic from here [link]

*Quote from a quote from "Release the Seductress Within" by Laurie Sue Brockway.

Passion Consultant

Monday night was my first encounter with a Passion Consultant. This might, at first blush, appear to be a godsend, because life's notably lacking in passion at the moment. Had I been more quick on the uptake, Miss PC could have answered a few queries rattling around my head, but I was more interested in looking down her girlfriend's top.

It's a lost opportunity, but I still have her business card.

The card says to "Call today to get started on your new career as a Passion Consultant."

And why not? I've worked with business consultants, been screwed by tax consultants and had my lawn cut by gardening "consultants". None of these people knew what they were doing, so consulting about passion shouldn't be any different. Defining what consultants do is an imprecise exercise at best, so I can make the job anything I want.

Basically I want my own business cards that say:

Wombat
Passion Consultant.

If I act like I'm an expert, someone's bound to want to try me out. I believe in learning on the job.





Bottoms Up, Amorous Ones!




Pic from the OhMiBod Blog [link]

Secret World of Women

DocAnnie alerted us to Dr Marta Meana's appearance on Oprah talking about her research. [link] Dr Meana's studies of women and desire led The Oprah to her and resulting fame. I have pulled a few quotes from the article. They need no help from me.

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Being desired is the real orgasm...

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...while moments of pleasure are great, it's the anticipation and buildup to those moments that really excite women.

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...being desired means that a man doesn't just want to have sex. He wants to have sex with you.

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One of the most common fantasies when it comes to women and sex is to be dominated by a desirable man...They throw caution to the wind, and they're going to take a chance that you're going to be okay with it...

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Passion is dependent on novelty, discovery, desire...

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One of the most complicated aspects of female desire, Dr. Meana says, is that women often want different things at different times...

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There is an additional article here about the science of attraction. It confirms much of what many of us have come to understand, that smell is way more important than we have thought to date. [link]

Lana Turner, Green Lights, Murder.

Lana Turner was Hollywood's biggest female star in the 1940s. She was possessed of a "...lustrous mane of blond hair (and) dirigible-sized breasts..." despite which (because of which?) her love life was problematic. By 1957 Lana had been married and divorced four times.

A man called John Steele began chasing Miss Turner in April 1957. He sent her flowers and love notes, and phoned her constantly. Ignoring this stranger's approaches at first, the man's taste in music, his apparent refinement and debonair style began to pique Lana's interest.

John Steele was on a mission to win the intoxicating movie star, spending a lot of time discovering her likes and dislikes, whatever made her tick. Eventually they met, and when they did so, she was "...pleased and titillated to discover that he was tall, husky, dark-haired and handsome."

So began a year-long relationship of passion and violence. John Steele was a nom de lust - the man's real name was Johnny Stompanato, a Mafia thug who worked for Mickey Cohen. Johnny was possessive and jealous, and stated more than once that he would never let Lana be with another man.

Matters came to a head in April of 1958, when Turner's daughter, Cheryl, decided to put an end to Stompanato's consistent beating of her mother. With a carving knife, Cheryl stabbed Johnny Stompanato to death in her Beverly Hills home, an act the courts called 'justifiable homicide'.

I can't decide which of the following truths applies:

If you commit murder, be a minor.

Over-the-top men are too good to be true.

Ownership of a large bosom doesn't guarantee a happy life.




Green Lights Part One, Green Lights Part Two, Green Lights Part Three, Green Lights Part Four.


All quotes from 'Among the Mansions of Eden' by David Weddle.