A case for extreme snuggling

I’m kind of half waiting for the public host of this blog to come across it, read the word S*X in the title, look at my artwork, and shut me down for obscenity-ness. Yet in some ways, while touching a taboo subject, my goal is to “tame” it… to bring the love back to the elite acrobatics the media tells us is sex. All the more reason to insert this blog permanently into the website… but that will come, with time.

Yesterday I was on the computer my teenage sons use for homework (and, obviously, other stuff) and I came across an animated pornographic video. Curious to see what they were watching, I watched it. Actually, because it was a cartoon, I could stomach it, and I tried to put myself in the skin of a 15-year old boy to see what he might be seeing. That I couldn’t do… I’ve never been a 15-year old boy and I don’t know how male hormones feel from the inside. But, I could understand the appeal. There was alot of intercourse and oral sex, two girls (of course) to one guy. In the end, I was kind of glad they were watching cartoon sex rather than real porn, because as an erotic artist, there is something more humane to me about the scene when sketched.

I did feel some tingling between my legs as I watched it. My lover has been away for a long time. I also think I was able to enjoy it (not judge it) simply because it was cartoons; with real people, I can’t help but try to see deeper than their skin… what’s their name, how do they feel, and why are they doing what they’re doing with that person… just for money? are they drugged, and do they even care about each other?

In the end, I realized that although intense genital intercourse, even in cartoons, is, admittedly, palpitating, it would be nothing without the kisses, the hesitant hands making their way across a body to pull it closer; and the myriad of emotions that wanting to be with someone special involves. I guess as a female I just can’t make sex anonymous… the emotional, deeply fusional drive is much greater than the need to just be slammed. I want to be able to look my lover, real or sketched, in the eyes in the morning and feel really good about what we’ve shared.