It’s time for another monthly symposium for the
where this non-elitist and yet very neatest group of artists produce around a common theme. This month’s theme is “perspective.” Enjoy this quick and not-really-dirty-at-all piece on perspective. And, shout out to my dear and hilarious friend (you should read her now!) who replied like this after I asked if it would come off as narcissistic to include a string of selfies in a post, “If you were truly narcissistic, you wouldn’t care.” I will take that ;)There are selfies, intended for many. And sexy selfies, intended for one or a few. The former are for public consumption, to fill the warming drawers of a non-personal buffet of faces, emotions, and expressions. Whereas the latter are for personal consumption, meant for the intended to peer at while in bed, or sneak a peek behind the office door. But both are forms of the self-portrait.
Growing up, my sense of what men wanted was based on bodies alone, the tits and ass, the cunt and tongue. This was reaffirmed by movies, tv, porn, and music. It was reaffirmed at times by being “one of the guys” and hearing the range of phrases from lascivious to crude.
And then you become more a woman and less a girl, and begin to give men what you want, not what you think they want. You can look through your sexy selfies and notice the change. . . early on, it’s a cherry ass with a slice of spank on one cheek. . .it’s glistening digits and loose knees. . .it’s a full throat and empty eyes. . .it’s tits so close to the lens that the eye loses its place in the flesh.
Later on, the perspective changes. The dendritic roots of the word “perspective” coil and twist to become the optic nerve of the eye; “To inspect, to look through, to look closely at.” We see through you as you look back at us. A penetrating drill. A gimlet gaze that bores its spiraled way into your seeing.
My sexy selfies underwent this evolution. But I didn’t realize it until just this evening. And I believe I became sexier for it over the years. It took me until my 30s to understand that men don’t always crave the most graphic; sometimes, they crave the sweet and the real. Sometimes they want connectedness. Sometimes they want to be seen, even if it’s through thoughtful eyes on a two-dimensional screen.
The face is the most intimate. It reveals all. Even more than swollen labia or turgid cock, the face may try, but it cannot lie, its truth flushes rouge on heated cheeks. And after hours of porn or false flirting, what many people want is just that tether of sight and the reminder that we are more than our pleasure, and more than our flesh.
What do you see in your own library of sexy selfies?
You show your vulnerablility. Beautiful pictures. Beautifully written.
My library of selfies is me making stupid faces :D