Monday, May 26, 2008
There’s this blogger I stalk – what can I say, I like the man – and a recent post of his got me thinking a little about a certain issue.
Well, it wasn’t the entire post that got me thinking, but rather, just this one line pertaining to male-female relationships: “age does matter”.
This blogger elaborated a little by recounting how a female friend in her early twenties had asked him if men his age (early thirties) would take her seriously. And, no prizes for guessing, his answer was a No. After all, while every hot-blooded male would like to bonk fresh young meat, he may not necessarily think of her as ‘life-long companion’ material.
Because I am also in my early twenties (ok so I’ll be 25 this year, but I’m always gonna try to convince myself that I’m still 21, goddammit!), I quickly got defensive. I mean, at first glance, that blogger seemed to be basically saying that coz older men have attained a certain level of maturity, they wouldn’t find a younger female ideal for the long-term, ie Younger women are less matured, aka stupid.
I pointed out to this blogger that there are exceptions and that one cannot simply judge based on age and occupational level.
But then, just as I typed that out, I caught myself.
Haven’t I been doing the very same thing I’m trying to discourage him from?
I like older men, period. I have absolutely no interest in a guy in his twenties. He may be a gorgeous well-hung horse who can quote Shakespeare, but the moment he tells me he’s in his twenties, I switch off immediately.
But older men… especially those in their forties onwards… I find very attractive. All the talk about having more sexual experience aside, I find them more matured, well-read, well-traveled, interesting to talk to, more secured in their identity, etc. Which kinda partly explains why I’m with an older gentleman myself, lol.
But then, because I have been with him for a number of years now, doesn’t that also prove that I am an exception to the twenty-something females whom older men think of only as possible sexually conquests?
I mean, there’s only this many bonks I can give him before he gets bored – if he was only after my young flesh, so to speak. Surely it means I have some depth, that I can have things in common with an older man, right?
Or maybe, we are just amongst the few older man-younger woman relationships that exist.
Note: my dear twenty-something close female friends who have access to this blog are, I believe, also the exceptions. I’m not that huge a bitch.
Anyway…
Have you ever read a book that’s so good, you feel swept away by the words, the prose, the descriptions?
I’m feeling that way right now reading a collection of short stories by Anais Nin. Erotic short stories.
It’s this:
Delta of Venua
Erotica by Anais Nin
There’s none of the ‘And then he plunged himself into her and she moaned… as she felt herself cumming, she screamed “Ahhhh.. yes yes, I’m cumming… ahhh” and he went “oh yes fuck, fuck fuck fuck… come baby!” And they came together.’
That’s just bad writing… it’s not even a turn-on.
But Anais Nin… she gets me all hot, bothered and flustered. Not just coz she describes the hunt, the sexual acts, but because she puts such feeling into mere words, paints everything with such beautiful prose that it all comes alive, burning with the furious flames of passion.
Here’s a short bit:
“He bent her as if she were mad of rubber, twisted her into every position. With his two strong hands he took whatever part of her he was hungry for and brought it to his mouth like a morsel of food, not caring how the rest of her body fell into space… His slave, his possession, a broken body, panting, malleable, growing softer under his fingers. His hands searched every nook of her body, leaving nothing untouched, kneading it, kneading it to suit his fancy, bending it to suit his mouth, his tongue, pressing it against his big shinning white teeth, marking her as his.”
And as I read, I imagined it all, very clearly in my mind, and then, my body.
I’m not sharing the bits I really really really like with you.
But this, ladies and gentlemen, IS erotica for you. Not all the crap floating around these days. Like Anais Nin said, “ Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavour, rhythms, intensities.’
So ya, because I was reading her stories, I was extremely horny last week.. he kindly obliged me.
I’ve been careful to read really slowly.. so that it’ll last as long as possible… still got more stories to go.
Sigh… and he’s away this entire week. Think I shan’t look at the book til he returns.
And on that note… I’m logging off.
PS: I know I haven’t uploaded my Europe trip pics yet… give me time… I’ve lots of work to do, after all.. between reading erotica and getting some myself ;)
Well, it wasn’t the entire post that got me thinking, but rather, just this one line pertaining to male-female relationships: “age does matter”.
This blogger elaborated a little by recounting how a female friend in her early twenties had asked him if men his age (early thirties) would take her seriously. And, no prizes for guessing, his answer was a No. After all, while every hot-blooded male would like to bonk fresh young meat, he may not necessarily think of her as ‘life-long companion’ material.
Because I am also in my early twenties (ok so I’ll be 25 this year, but I’m always gonna try to convince myself that I’m still 21, goddammit!), I quickly got defensive. I mean, at first glance, that blogger seemed to be basically saying that coz older men have attained a certain level of maturity, they wouldn’t find a younger female ideal for the long-term, ie Younger women are less matured, aka stupid.
I pointed out to this blogger that there are exceptions and that one cannot simply judge based on age and occupational level.
But then, just as I typed that out, I caught myself.
Haven’t I been doing the very same thing I’m trying to discourage him from?
I like older men, period. I have absolutely no interest in a guy in his twenties. He may be a gorgeous well-hung horse who can quote Shakespeare, but the moment he tells me he’s in his twenties, I switch off immediately.
But older men… especially those in their forties onwards… I find very attractive. All the talk about having more sexual experience aside, I find them more matured, well-read, well-traveled, interesting to talk to, more secured in their identity, etc. Which kinda partly explains why I’m with an older gentleman myself, lol.
But then, because I have been with him for a number of years now, doesn’t that also prove that I am an exception to the twenty-something females whom older men think of only as possible sexually conquests?
I mean, there’s only this many bonks I can give him before he gets bored – if he was only after my young flesh, so to speak. Surely it means I have some depth, that I can have things in common with an older man, right?
Or maybe, we are just amongst the few older man-younger woman relationships that exist.
Note: my dear twenty-something close female friends who have access to this blog are, I believe, also the exceptions. I’m not that huge a bitch.
Anyway…
Have you ever read a book that’s so good, you feel swept away by the words, the prose, the descriptions?
I’m feeling that way right now reading a collection of short stories by Anais Nin. Erotic short stories.
It’s this:
Delta of Venua
Erotica by Anais Nin
There’s none of the ‘And then he plunged himself into her and she moaned… as she felt herself cumming, she screamed “Ahhhh.. yes yes, I’m cumming… ahhh” and he went “oh yes fuck, fuck fuck fuck… come baby!” And they came together.’
That’s just bad writing… it’s not even a turn-on.
But Anais Nin… she gets me all hot, bothered and flustered. Not just coz she describes the hunt, the sexual acts, but because she puts such feeling into mere words, paints everything with such beautiful prose that it all comes alive, burning with the furious flames of passion.
Here’s a short bit:
“He bent her as if she were mad of rubber, twisted her into every position. With his two strong hands he took whatever part of her he was hungry for and brought it to his mouth like a morsel of food, not caring how the rest of her body fell into space… His slave, his possession, a broken body, panting, malleable, growing softer under his fingers. His hands searched every nook of her body, leaving nothing untouched, kneading it, kneading it to suit his fancy, bending it to suit his mouth, his tongue, pressing it against his big shinning white teeth, marking her as his.”
And as I read, I imagined it all, very clearly in my mind, and then, my body.
I’m not sharing the bits I really really really like with you.
But this, ladies and gentlemen, IS erotica for you. Not all the crap floating around these days. Like Anais Nin said, “ Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavour, rhythms, intensities.’
So ya, because I was reading her stories, I was extremely horny last week.. he kindly obliged me.
I’ve been careful to read really slowly.. so that it’ll last as long as possible… still got more stories to go.
Sigh… and he’s away this entire week. Think I shan’t look at the book til he returns.
And on that note… I’m logging off.
PS: I know I haven’t uploaded my Europe trip pics yet… give me time… I’ve lots of work to do, after all.. between reading erotica and getting some myself ;)
