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Filthy Gorgeous Things
Ryan Manning brought Filthy Gorgeous Things (nsfw) to my attention, which is not a surprise, considering his penchant for soft-core porn (it’s becoming more and more apparent that his virginity is not conceptual). From my brief perusal, FGT is a rather explicit journal about sex related stuff. From the editors:
F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs is an online magazine about sex for artists, thinkers, sensualists, and fuckers. FGT aims to cultivate innovative content that stimulates us sexually and intellectually. Each monthly issue showcases work from both up-and-coming and established writers, photographers and filmmakers with content oriented around a featured theme.
FGT is “helmed by women,” which makes me wonder why the sexual images are so embedded in the ‘male gaze,’ which has a comfy precedence of supplanting female volition in sexuality. Feminists may say they are reappropriating such orientations, which brings to mind African-American’s ostensible empowering take on ‘nigga’ vernacular. I’m getting knee deep in sumting so I’ll shut up now.
To be fair, there is an essay on the G-spot, and editor ‘debauchette’ offers a reasonable take on this post-feminist ‘slut’ ideology. (Man, I can’t write about this anymore — I remind myself of one of those bastard men who have some self-satisfied opinion on abortion. Really, a woman’s body is none of my business and I’m talking out of my ass. I should have just posted the link.)
The website is impressively designed, though goes against my anti-flash sensibilities. Maybe I need a faster computer, and after browsing through the ‘compelling’ (to say the least) photography, a bigger di—-
I was going to say dildo.
Tags: feminism, Filthy Gorgeous Things, male gaze, softcore porn
Why do people like to have sex?
It sure is a lot of work
It sure is a lot of work
It can be so messy.
When I masturbate, I too like to have a camera strap draped next to my right breast.
I know! The camera strap’s hilarious — a very arty method. I sometimes like to drape flannel across my bare chest, leave a copy of Nylon or n+1 beside me, so the leering neighbors think I’m more sophisticated than I am.
I know! The camera strap’s hilarious — a very arty method. I sometimes like to drape flannel across my bare chest, leave a copy of Nylon or n+1 beside me, so the leering neighbors think I’m more sophisticated than I am.
Oh my God. The “n plus one” next to you is a great idea. I roll up the new york review of books and use it as a “tool”, whilst moaningly reciting Baudelaire and de Sade to myself on a bed littered with art books by Diane Arbus and Rem Koolhaas. And to the leering neighbors.
best website ever
see my interview with debauchette here,
http://metaphysicalthinking.blogspot.com/search/label/debauchette
best website ever
see my interview with debauchette here,
http://metaphysicalthinking.blogspot.com/search/label/debauchette
I like this website. It’s like a version of Nerve that isn’t embarrassed about its own raison d’etre, and doesn’t secretly wish it was a culture blog instead.
I like this website. It’s like a version of Nerve that isn’t embarrassed about its own raison d’etre, and doesn’t secretly wish it was a culture blog instead.
http://filthygorgeousfix.com/post/101517236/i-read-an-interesting-write-up-of-fgt-that-focuses
http://filthygorgeousfix.com/post/101517236/i-read-an-interesting-write-up-of-fgt-that-focuses
This was a good response, but one I only half relate to. The half I relate to is that the opposite of the male gaze, uh “the female gaze” is not the inversion of the male gaze-for me. I will just speak for me. When I masturbate, the female body is huge in it. My imagination of what my body could be, or is, or whatever. Theories abound- this is the male gaze internalized by women, blabla- but I don’t buy it. Women, as she stated, think differently. Anyone with small chlldren know this. The word objectify could be discussed. I guess, but often belittles what it is I get to think about myself when I want to think about fucking. I am totally happy with my love of imagining myself. I don’t imagine penises. Others can and more power to them! Dicks never figure into my fantasies, but I love a real one, (I don’t like the ones of TV or pix, but it’s ok if you do), but I love them in relation to me. And in relation to the fantasy of me. This is not “sociological”- in my mind- but something else.
It’s late. Not thinking it through. Just mentioning.
This was a good response, but one I only half relate to. The half I relate to is that the opposite of the male gaze, uh “the female gaze” is not the inversion of the male gaze-for me. I will just speak for me. When I masturbate, the female body is huge in it. My imagination of what my body could be, or is, or whatever. Theories abound- this is the male gaze internalized by women, blabla- but I don’t buy it. Women, as she stated, think differently. Anyone with small chlldren know this. The word objectify could be discussed. I guess, but often belittles what it is I get to think about myself when I want to think about fucking. I am totally happy with my love of imagining myself. I don’t imagine penises. Others can and more power to them! Dicks never figure into my fantasies, but I love a real one, (I don’t like the ones of TV or pix, but it’s ok if you do), but I love them in relation to me. And in relation to the fantasy of me. This is not “sociological”- in my mind- but something else.
It’s late. Not thinking it through. Just mentioning.