Erotophoria

It’s fucking hot here in California… so hot the hippies all over Cali have formed protest rallies in rich neighborhoods, demanding that private swimming pools be turned over to local counties so everyone can enjoy them.

I have to admit, I’ve been to a few myself. Not because I want to act all Robin Hood n whatnot - I just know what happens when hippies hang out together outdoors. As soon as the hippie girls get nude everyone remembers that peace, love and the free spirit of naked hippie chicks is all that really matters in life.

Anyway… the local authorities are having a hard time with it because so far no one’s done anything illegal so the police can’t break anything up. Well, nothing serious. A little smot poking and nude dancing in the streets never hurt no one. I guess those nude Hippie Goddesses are so pretty when they’re naked in the sun the cops don’t have the heart to force ‘em to put their clothes back on.

Schwarzenegger’s not willing to turn the fire hoses on ‘em - thank Hippie Goddess. Not because e supports the idea of the redistribution of swimming pool wealth. He’s turned it into a political thing. Here’s a snippet from a local radio station interview:

“We can’t give the hippies what they want or they’ll think we’ve negotiated with them. With the smoking of the pots, and eating of the munchies, and things of this nature, the hippies are easily confused. They’ll think we’ve given in. We can’t let them think we are pussies, because it is they who are the pussies. Great big hairy pussies and hairy armpits too!”

I think I’m gonna head out to the beach for a couple weeks and cool off a bit before school starts up again. If I don’t check out some of those sexy bikini thong beach butts cuties now I’ll miss this year’s beach bikini season.

Pleasant Erotic Dreamings,

~Virgohippy

Wanna know why I haven’t been posting for months?

Because of this thing.

Careful, it’s not work safe… unless you keep your speakers off and your pointer on the close button.

Who am I kidding? As if this blog is work safe anyway.

Here’s a surfing tip for all you PC users: ctrl+w will instantly close a window in Internet Explorer.

I’m talking about fetishes of human desire. Feet and ankles, hips and waist… and everything in between. I’m talking ropes and swings and shiny bits of black leather. I’m talking hirsute bodies and flowing water.

I want pics, descriptions, links…. whatever works for you, please. Keep it soft and sexy and I’ll even let you post images on my blog, if you like.

What spurned this little quest of mine? A friend illustrated a secret desire: a hand drawn image of “Out of Worldly Beauty.”

As much as I enjoy looking at erotic nudes all day I do like a bit more inspiration.

It’s official, now is the first time a family member has found the often personal and erotic blog of Virgohippy. I’m sure it was quite a shock to find out that the increadably flirtatious Virgohippy has a published space where he talks just as dirty in writing as he does in person. No, it’s true, I’m every bit as depraved and perverted as you suspected.

But fear not my lovelies! There was no shunning ritual for this “Naughty Little Fetish Monkey.”

Her words, not mine.

Instead, my enlightened family member suggested a movie to me. So, after I have now watched it at least a good half-dozen times with people I deemed worhty I’m now ready to share it with THE WORLD. (I think I’m cool, don’t ruin it for me.)

Are you ready for this? Little tip: it’ll give you extra points in the “how the hell do you find these kinds of awesome independent films” departement of ultra-super-coolness. Seriously, trust me on this one. Just dont watch it with any “innocent” ones around, you get me?

Go take a ride on Shortbus.

If you don’t have a Netflix subscription but you knowingly pay for rentals then get the fuck off my blog. You don’t deserve to be here. And don’t you dare fucking come back until you get a Netflix subscription.

That one’s free, but I’m working right now, so, while you’re at it, here’s a shameless plug: for all you nasty perverts out there who like to pretend to be some fancy voyeur, Get Internet DVD Rentals of Porn Movies Here.

In case you’re wondering…………………

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

Mmm… passion - the most beautiful excuse ever. It’s interesting the way a woman’s sex can turn me into a fool.

Here’s a little something I wrote for myself:

Women,

You tell me you love me at night. You fight me in the morning. You hide when I cry. You dare accuse me of resist?

When stabbed the broken tip of a dagger gnaws on my softest parts. Alone, my blood turns new woven tapestries into poison laced canvase. You say you want a sensitive lover?

Fuck you. This is a sensitive man. Fuck me and I’ll worship you. Fight me and I’ll cry.

You make a play on emotion with me? I am not a beast who charges when whipped. I proudly wear my most tender parts in front. I am a man. I fight with heart exposed.

Make love to me then stab me. Don’t pity me because I bleed.

~Sensitive Man

See what I mean? I must be crazy to think pussy is worth getting stabbed over.

On a more serious note I guess the the jist of it is this: Make love to me, fuck me, blow my fucking brains out while you ride me like a beast, but if you hurt me then please let me express myself. Men have feelings, and some of you women are worth more then just sex.

I dunno… for me fighting is sexy as long as both sides fight fair. Next to sex a good, emotionally expressive fight is probably the most intimate thing two people can do.

~Virgohippy

I’m all for applying a bit of the artistic brush to an otherwise pornographic piece in an attempt to make works with a deeply human interest more beautiful, but when does an artistic strip tease become so artsy it’s no longer sexy?

Walrus made a few interesting points in his blog as he showcased a video which turned the art of striptease into a mockery. Throw in a mess of visual devices which served no purpose other then to massage the camera wielders’ own ego while some hot piece of ass tries to get sexy and we have brilliance, right!?

I completely agree with Walrus on this issue. A striptease, like all forms of erotic art should be about one person interacting with another - a performer giving to a recieving viewer. When business or technology or even artistic values becomes paramount to that deep, human communication art suffers.

Check out Walrus’ video then take a look at this bit of erotic self expression:

Seems to me the point of this message comes across all too clear - Canadian Girls are Hot! Or am I wrong on this?

~Virgohippy

If the desire for sex is a side effect of viewing ancient Roman art, even when sex has been removed from the collection, should we still fear the artwork?

I visited a museum a short while back with a friend. While there the two of us noticed quite a few randy couples kissing and groping in public in a fashion we don’t see too often here in the States. My friend and I must have been equally influenced by some invisible force because we were hard pressed not to use a few quiet corners ourselves.

The ancient Romans viewed their erotic art as humorous and funny and commonly displayed it in public like the more contemporary collection of Korean statues having sex in a park Simon mentioned in his blog. Yet the museum curators sterilized an ancient culture and eliminated all pieces of erotic art from display.

Their motivation seems foolish to me. If I were to walk down a park path and see a depiction of a couple struggle to have sex while upside down yet still upright I would laugh. I wouldn’t tear off all my clothes and rape my companion. For that I’d wait until we got home. I need no inspiration.

Where is the harm in a good laugh at no one’s expense? Or were those aroused and stimulated couples milling about in a museum on some bright and sunny spring day somehow magically influenced by the perversions of artists dead for hundreds if not thousands of years, even though those artists’ works were hidden from display?

~Virgohippy

Sex is sweetest when someone else does to your most pleasurable parts what you would love to do yourself, if only you could.

Just thought I might share a little something.

~Virgohippy

P.S. if anybody asks tell them I was sleeping all night.

When a man grabs my ass I have a responsibility to respond. I would consider it an unfair act of discompassion if I didn’t set him straight, establish a healthy male friendship, and be sure to tell him exactly where my boundaries lay.

It doesn’t matter that his unkempt, stubbly beard matches perfectly with his bed-head hair. I’m above that cute “I don’t care how I look” appeal.

If some ambiguously straight young man is startled when I say, “Oh… I wasn’t expecting that” when kneading fingers grope my buttocks while we just so happened to be sharing a hug in parting I owe it to him to say, “it’s okay. You’re fine. I was just a little surprised.”

If I tell him, “you know, can tell me if you like men - it won’t bother me one bit,” it’s because I mean it. I’m not bothered by the notion that some men like the company of other men. I would say it because I don’t want our friendship to be strained by conflicting and confusing emotions, and that an immediate and empathic confrontation is the best course of action if something like that happened.

And if he were to respond with a vague remark about still needing to understand the universe? I might ask him, “You mean you haven’t explored that side of your sexuality yet?”

“I was trying to be more subtle then that – but yeah… did you just read my mind? Can you read minds?”

I would tell him, the dear heart, I can’t read minds. But I have a responsibility, as a compassionate human being, to welcome him back into my home, in my room, sit him down on my bed and have a very serious and stern conversation with him, to prevent any further confusion.

To initiate the process I might ask him, “do you want to kiss me?”

I wouldn’t ask for my sake – surely I wouldn’t take any pleasure in such an intimate and innocent act with another human being. It would be inconceivable to hold in my mind the vivid image of his often sheepish smile, and remember how fun and expressive he could be as he danced for me in private not but moments before I made a decision to help this fledgling explore realms of pleasure.

No, if I were to press my warm body to his and gently lay him down before giving him his first understanding of yang-yang energies, melded together in heated harmony, it would be purely for his benefit.

If I touched him, grabbed him, held his rock hard pulse in my hands… in my lips… my own pleasure would be of little importance.

Even knowing that his timid touch of another man’s tenderness is his first wouldn’t arouse me. My curiosity would not be inspired. Nor would a welcoming smile spread across my face.

I’m above taking my own personal pleasure during such an important moment in a male-male friendship. I would be a servant to this beautiful young man, insuring that he knows exactly how he feels towards me, so that neither of us would be plagued by misplaced sexual attractions.

Beautiful, beautiful man – I’d do this for you, so that you can feel comfortable having a completely heterosexual, man to man, male friendship with me.

Now please, lay back and let me not take pleasure as you squirm and purr. Don’t marvel at my skillful, silent linguistics. Don’t ask me how many times I’ve had friendships as deep as this with other men before because it’s just not important.

Oh, and one more thing… please… don’t ask me why I might smile, or swoon, or blush at the mere sight of you. The thought that I might enjoy further intimate acts with you would not be the reason why I would react to your presence in that way.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

In response to my recent rant Netflix Needs Porn Movies! Simon, the owner of the XLog, suggested to me an awesome service called the Wanted List. (link opens in new window)

Seems I’m not alone in my quest for a single, convenient service which can cater to my insatiable desire to see erotic films. It’s everything I expect from a Netflix like video rental outlet, especially: a wide selection of porn films. The Wanted List is all about pornographic movies from every studio I’ve ever heard of, and many which I haven’t!

Check out some of these interesting looking titles already in my wanted list:

A startling expose’ of today’s “Youth Culture”, torn from today’s headlines! Far-out freaks on a wild search for kinky “kick”! Sex-crazed scenesters who call themselves THE LUV GENERATION!

My first response: NFW! OMFG!!
(No Fucking Way! Oh My Fucking Goddess!!)

One person commented, “you really have to like this kind of stuff to appreciate. Had a gay scene, which was unexpected.”

This is #1 on my list of movies to watch. But only because I need to make sure they’ve got it right - they are talking about my generation.

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