"What Are You Looking At?"

Sex.  What constitutes sexual activity and content?  Anything that titilates?  I mean, man. . . that spectrum is wide.  I knew a girl once who made money on the internet by doing things with her feet.  Another had a site where she sat naked on big balloons bouncing up and down until they popped.  I knew a girl who made quite a bit of money selling her dirty underwear online.  One of the weirdest sweet things I've learned is that in joints with nude dancing, many of the girls count on their "regulars," men who come in and give the girls a lot of money just to sit and talk with them.  They ask them about their lives, give them money to "help them out."  The girls are sweet liars, of course, and often never give their real names, but occasionally something more develops.  

"He was a sweet guy, you know?"

There are the Sugardaddyforme.com girls.  I knew one who had an online sugar daddy who sent her money monthly.  She broke it off when he wanted to actually come to meet her.  

I have heard many a waitress tell the boys who are out and flashing their money that they are looking for a sugar daddy.  Life is hard.  

I've been watching Netflix's "Vikings."  There are myriad love scenes with near nudity.  That is the middle ground, I guess.  People with a moral conservatism but a natural erotic curiosity can watch those drawn out scenes of passion, naked backs and arms and legs and sometimes even  butts enhanced by a soundtrack of deep breathing and moans creating a not quite family friendly PG orgy.  

Demi Moore says she is through with the Male Gaze, and I wonder, "Why is she so binary."  This, of course, after a lifetime of trading on her "looks."  I understand, of course.  I can relate.

"Look what nature has done to me!"

That may be a particularly American position, of course.  In France, for instance, the aged are not necessarily rejected.  But in the good old sexualized Puritan USA, we prize the Pepsi Generation.  

Of course, everybody can hate a pedophile. . . except maybe the Boy Scouts and the Catholic Church.  But that old show, "To Catch a Pedo" or whatever it was called where the show baited online schlubs with the promise of adolescent girls and gave them a televised arrest instead excited audiences for years.  

Robert Kraft, the owner of the New England Patriots, was filmed by police getting a handjob from an Asian "masseuse" in a strip mall parlor.  

Online porn is the biggest business in the USA.  Topless bars are the most profitable businesses per square foot in the country, but, of course, if you own one you are going to be forced to partner with the mob.  

I had no intention of writing any of this when I sat down, but I read an article about Francis Ford Coppola's lawsuit against "Variety" for publishing a story claiming he was grabbing interns on the set of "Megalopolis" and pulling them into his lap in an attempt to kiss and fondle them.  

Not to forget the myriad accounts of pretty female teachers getting caught having sex with their middle school students.  One wonders.  

Recently, I have been shown videos sent to people I know from prominent friends of theirs who are "cuks."  They like watching their wives have sex with other men.  

"It's weird, don't you think?  This town if full of swingers."

"I don't know if it is weird or not.  I find it intriguing even though it's not my thing.  Who am I to judge?"

One day, when what people think about when they masturbate is made public. . . !!!

Many people seem to have open marriages now.  

In Japan, however, there are "herbivores," the moniker used for men who do not have sex in what is being called "The Celibacy Syndrome."  In the U.S., we have the angry, more dangerous group of incels. 

I'm a rather chaste person myself, I think, but who knows how others might judge me.  As I've told you a billion times, I'm a romantic and just want to sit with My Own True Love.  I think I am more sensual than sexual in my longings, romantic and otherwise, but the weird has its own peculiar lure.  

I know, though, that sex causes a whole lotta trouble.  Here is a brief video taken on the Boulevard yesterday right here in my own hometown.  

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I was a friendly neighbor to a fellow who owned the premiere wine and cheese shop here some years ago.  It had a bar and served a wonderful tapas menu, and tous les gens chic went there.  The owner was married, but one night after the shop closed, he decided to "seduce" a friend of mine.  She was a big friendly girl, but one would never have imagined.  Unfortunately, the cafe front was mostly windows, and when the owner's wife drove by, she caught her husband in flagrante delicto and drove her car through the double glass doors.  She then entered the building and began throwing bottles of the most expensive wine at him.  When she grabbed a kitchen knife, my friend ran to the bathroom, she told me, put her back to the wall and her feet on the door and waited, naked, for the angry wife to depart.  The owner already had.  

By morning, everything had been repaired, but no matter.  The story was all over town. . . much to everyone's awe and tempered delight.  Sexual exploits.  What can one say?  I guess it all began in that fabled garden so very long ago.  

It is a rough road to navigate, I think.  "Free the Nipple," some say, but. . . don't look.  Many of the girls at Country Club College wear the most revealing and seductive clothing in our country's history, but I warn my friends not to gawk.  They will be hit with something akin to "What are you looking at?"  I advise them now, if they are caught in that trap, to respond, "I was just trying to determine your pronoun."  That should provide just the right moment for them to make their getaway.  

It's a funny world, don't you think?  As some theories go, Western values have hyper-sexualized other cultures. Maybe.  But about all that, I am not so sure.  

And just as I finish writing this, I get a text from a girl who. . . "Are you joining us for happy hour?"

Huh,  Yea. . . it's a funny, funny world.