The Sex Revolution (In America)

If you know anything about me, I’m an incredibly sexual person.  Should anyone notice something wrong with America’s sex industry and seek an initiative to change it, that person would definitely be me.  It all started when I was walking through a video store one night off the Belmont stop in Chicago when I entered a mini-porn section.  There were your typical Girls Gone Wild dvds plus some outrageous hentai.  But then go around the corner and there’s a stairwell leading into what can only be described as a “porn dungeon.”  You walk down and find yourself swarrrrmed by pornography.  Now, I don’t like porn.  I’m not a proponent for it.  More on that in a bit.  But do you know what I was thinking the whole time while in that basement?  There is no way I would even TRY considering buying one of those dvds.  Every cover had nasty women on it (and guys for that matter) and none of it looked even slightly appealing.  This is what began my rant on America’s sex industry and how it can and should be so much more classy.

Let’s get something out of the way.  Sex, to me, is a hugely spiritual thing.  When two people conjoin, that’s two people letting their bodies, their hearts, and their souls get as humanly close as possible.  I think sex is beautiful and should be done only out of the utmost love and commitment (Quite frankly I fully believe in waiting for the person you’re going to marry).  Nevertheless- sex can also be absurdly fun, experimental, and entirely lustful.  But still- I think that any view of sex should be contained within the realm of a deep relationship.  So along with my view of sex, I totally believe that there is a certain quality of excellence that should be apparent with all things sexual: from books, to toys, to movies, to whaaatever.

Have you ever walked into a sex shop?  From Lover’s Lane to Igor’s Dungeon to the porn sextion (hah, dyou like that?) at Fry’s, I can’t always help but feel slightly like a degenerate when I walk into these places.  Not necessarily because I’m looking at mature material, but because these places set you up for feeling that way!  Lover’s Lane’s goods are all kinda trashy looking- the Fry’s section is heavily marked off making you feel like you’re trespassing when you do look at the dvds.  I hate seeing all the sex toys in Igor’s Dungeon that have nasty-ass looking models on the front showing their O-faces or men gazing deep into your eyes with a penis the size of Australia.  No, no, no.  That is not the way the sex industry should be!  Now, with all these thoughts in my head, I knew exactly how I wanted to portray sex (note: most times when I say “sex”, I just mean anything sexual, not necessarily the act of intercourse) to the public.  The only thing is… how am I going to do it any justice with only words?

I’ve definitely done some research to get the ball rolling on this and here are some examples of how the sex industry can be better.  Everything you see are how sex should be marketed PROPERLY to the general public.

SEX TOYS.

Enter TENGA, a male masturbatory product from Japan.  Watch that commercial and I guarantee not a single ounce of guilt will overcome you.  Do you see how sleek and classy it is?  No real genitalia is shown and it’s all handled professionally- notice how there aren’t any sultry voices to prove you are definitely checking out a sex toy.  Instead, the TENGA feels more like a totally natural product you would not feel ashamed to purchase.

The TENGA shows perfectly how the packaging/presentation of sex needs to be altered.  I don’t want to show any examples of BAD packaging, but just search “Porn DVDS” in Google and you’ll definitely see what I mean.  Who really wants to watch “Teen Fuck Holes Part 6″?

Next we have IFeelMyself.com.  Now, only venture there if you’re up for some explicit erotica, but IFeelMyself.com is a great step in the right direction towards how porn should be directed.  Compare and contrast the two sites by heading over to Redtube.com for a bunch of pornography that’s shot poorly and has no quality attached to it.  IFeelMyself.com sees masturbation as what it can be: sexual exploration that allows you to get in touch with yourself intimately (nooo pun intended).  The way their videos are crafted indicate they want to present their erotica as a type of art, not just something you watch when you’re feeling horny at night.  In fact, they have a quote that says, “The beauty of authentic female orgasm beautifully filmed and tastefully presented.”  Yess- that’s how it should be!  ”Beautifully filmed and tastefully presented.”  The reason WHY people watch porn will probably never be tasteful- that’s why the industry is the way it is- the people producing filmed sex know someone is just trying to have an aid towards getting off.  But why can’t there be a goal for higher quality?  So although IFeelMyself.com is all about the females- it’s the IDEA behind it that the whole industry should take note of.

I Feel Myself.com

Trying comparing IFM to any other porn site.  Again- which do you feel more comfortable looking at?

Annddd lastly on my mind: BOOKS!  Now, books are where sex is generally right.  Any venture into the sexuality section of a Barnes & Noble or Borders will reveal great books that aren’t usually too smutty.  Take for instance any books that Nerve.com produces.  Their pages are neatly laid out, the characters they use to demonstrate sex contain no facial or body features, and again: you feel okay flipping through it.  However, there are some books out there which enjoy using real people to show off the sex positions, and to me- that’s just not fun to look at.  When I want to find out a new position, do I really want to see two real people demonstrating for me?  The worst thing about real models is that most of the time they’re nasty people.  Take for instance my friend Kirstin’s Human Sexuality book.  It’s a collegiate textbook about sex and the models inside are all gross.  The vaginas and penises look like they came off some bum who hasn’t showered for years and got dealt the wrong hand as far as getting a nice genitalia.  How about trying to find someone with a nice looking penis instead of choosing the first guy who says he’ll let you photograph him?  Again: it’s all about achieving a higher state of excellence.  Go the extra mile and maybe CREATE models for your books or FIND nice looking genitalia to photograph and put in your textbooks.

At this point, that’s about all I can offer.  In America sexuality is such a private matter when honestly, it shouldn’t be.  Sex should be exclusive and meaningful- but you shouldn’t have to hide it.  And especially, sex should be embraced, but it isn’t!  And part of the reason why I think sex is such a latent taboo in our society is because it’s marketed distastefully.  If you have to walk into a closed-off section to buy porn that has crude titles and gross women on the front, are you really gonna take that step?  If you have to go into a dark building that has only one car in front of it to purchase a sex toy- are you ever going to really unleash your inner deviant?  Or if you have to flip through a large book of real people having sex just to find ways to spice up your sex life with your partner- are you really going to stand there as other people walk by?  However, if the sex industry became a bit more tasteful and certainly upped their standards, maybe married couples wouldn’t hit walls sexually because they’d have no problem seeking aids.  Maybe frustrated teens would find sexual liberation in buying a toy or having quality pornography.  Maybe sex would be considered more appropriate if more people could pick up a book and read about it without feeling ashamed.

With this blog I’m not saying I’m some masturbating fiend who watches porn all the time and can’t get sex off his mind.  All I’m trying to do is prove a point that sex, however you may go through with it, can be beautiful and natural… but at this point in the game, it’s usually deemed shameful and is discouraged.  And while maybe I’m not a fan of masturbation and definitely don’t care for porn- that’s just my opinion.  However any one manages to enjoy sex (whether alone or with a partner), they should be able to enjoy it to the fullest and so many people aren’t.  And the first step I believe, is to turn around the sex industry.

p.s.- I actually wrote IFM today about how I enjoy their unique take on erotica and fully support what they’re doing for the industry… I got a response back saying my e-mail is circulating the office. Booya.

p.p.s.- I’m getting way more hits on this blog than I have on any other blog I’ve written for quite some time: it’s just evidence that this IS a big deal and is intriguing to plenty of people.


Love-Making Music.

I posted a new song on the myspace. http://www.myspace.com/romancingtheangels 

It’s called Reverberating Heart.  It’s an instrumental song- nice and short.  I write instrumentals because as I’m writing here on wordpress, I often have an idea for what kind of song I would love to have playing in the background.  Beautiful Girl and Reverberating Heart are products of those two.  And I must say, I’m working on two very amazing songs right now.  The electric version of my song Spring is going to sound incredible and my song Where You Should Be is the most honest song I’ve written to date.  I’ve got the acoustic version all done, mixed, and prepared to be listened to… but I’m not ready to showcase it.  It’s been done for the past two weeks.  I’m thinking I’ll keep this one closer to me until the electric version is good and done.  

Music writing has been on the up and up for me lately.  Expect something incredibly new and special this summer.  I officially started working on a new, secretive project I’m telling no one about. 

Cheers!

p.s.- I am sexually frustrated to the nth degree.  Just had to throw that one out there.  It’s that bad right now.

S&M

Pahaha… I fucking rock on so many levels.

“If there’s one thing you want your fans to know, what would it be?”
“We’re good to beat off to.”

I pretty much make this band. :)

I kinda had a little nervous breakdown yesterday…  But I’m over it and doing so, so very well.  I’m excited for the rest of this week and all it brings.  

High five!

Lovely Lovely

I wish I could find words.  But I can’t. 

Church On Sunday

Don’t let the title fool you: I did nothing of the sort today.  In fact, I’m becoming less religious every day.  My relationship with God is waning.  And truthfully?  I don’t know why.  It’s just becoming harder and harder to feel Him.  It’s as if God guided me thus far and now He’s like, “Okay.  Your head is right.  Your conscience is clear.  Let me go guide some other people.”  Because He’s always here… I believe that fully.  But the power of Him in my life doesn’t feel nearly as strong.  Not to say I’ve rejected Him or He’s rejected me…  But it’s just as I described a couple sentences before.  And I guess if this theory (can I propose a theory within religious contexts?) is true, it just proves that God is more like us than we realize… He’s got some humanistic elements in Him and He can’t be fucking EVERYWHERE giving EVERYTHING He’s got.  Which I’m totally cool with.  He gave me life.  He can rest whenever He damn well pleases.  But whatever, this is almost reaching into blasphemous sanctions.  I’ll stop while I’m ahead.

Still love you, Lord.  Always will.

But holy fuck was yesterday crazy. 

First Harriet came over at 9AM and we went for a bike ride.  The kisses I gave her yesterday were the best kisses I’ve ever given or received ever in my whole life because I was so cold and she’d just had coffee, so her lips, breath, and tongue were all so warm and.. hazel-nutty.  I couldn’t keep myself from her.  Then we went for our bike ride.  It was cold as shit… but pretty awesome until the pedal came off her bike!  Well, it’s mom’s bike.  but she was using it.  Thus it is HER bike.  So she ran home while I rode my bike.  It was a good five miles or so.  I think.  Probably.  I offered to have her ride on me/I’d run too (that was the initial idea as she said, “I am NOT running the whole way home.”), but the longer she went, the more she kept going.  And finish strong, she did.  You know, it’s all the small stuff I love about her.  She’s strong and isn’t afraid of a little pain or pushing herself further.  She exemplified that hardcore yesterday.  THen afterwards we went inside where dad was only home working on the comp in the basement.  We were in the kitchen warming up/cooling down (I was freezing cuz i did nothing to stay warm while riding alongside her in the cold and rain) when we decided to get food… and I asked, “What do you want?”  She said, “You.”  Next thing I knew we were in my parents’ bed making love when my dad walked in on us.  All he said was, “HEY.  Mr. and Mrs. Inappropriate.”  And walked away.  Then when I said we were gonna go get the bike from the trail he was all, “All I gotta say is you better be using a condom if you’re performing any shenanigans.”  I collapsed on the futon in the basement and started laughing…  partly because I was scared as shit he saw us, partly because I found it pretty funny he said those words.  Then the whole rest of the day (and today still) I was freaking out hoping so much he doesn’t say a word ot mom.  And I don’t think he will.  But we have company in town.  So knowing dad if he DOES say anything, he may wait till our company leaves today before he says a word.  But he didn’t seem upset or anything with me when it initially happened and we’ve been alone in the house two times thus far…  So I don’t think he’ll say a word.  But still.  It scares me.  Just gotta get through today and I can be assured he won’t say a word.  But anyways… back to the day: We went to get the bike in my car.  Didn’t fit.  So we drove back to FLip’s, got lunch, took the van, then got the bike (we had to park illegally on the side of a really busy road too, it was nuts) then Harriet left. 

Went and saw Iron Man.  That was awesome.  Except for the part where Tony Stark is getting his equipment taken off from the robots and its awkward looking and Pepper walks in and gasps and tony’s like, “Trust me.  You’ve caught me doing worse.”  I then immediately wondered what dad was thinking at that moment.  

Then I went to dinner with them and dad was funny/comfortable around mee.. so that was good.  Harriet got her phone back!  I kinda don’t like her having it though.  Because it makes me miss her way too much.  I continually receive her words… but she’s not actually there… so it sucks.  Then I went to Harriet’s where I was overly emotional about stuff for reasons I can’t explain.  I think i felt awkward in pants since I’d been so used to wearing shorts for a long time and I had a headache and I was still worrying about my dad.

So far today’s been good.  Lazy, but good.  I guess I really had no plans for the day, so it’s okay to do nothing but sleep.  Mom commented that I looked exhausted… so I took care of that.  Slept on and off for about two hours… now I could go for some food.  Will I be working with my cinema group?  Seeing Harriet?  Definitely gonna see Syed.  Will I record this new song?  Will I actually play Crisis Core?  Or rent Dark Sector?  Who knows!  I really need to get back to Eternal Sonata.  Just gotta get through that damn dungeon to progress the story line!

I need to listen to more pop-punk music. 

Oh, right.  I forgot about my fucked up dream last night.  Let’s see if I can salvage it…  Hm.  All I can really remember is this much: I was at this retreat of sorts where guys were separated from girls and Harriet was there.  She was a leader (reliving logos a bit?) of sorts and Fr. Julian was one of the main priests heading it.  And I can’t remember what really went down, but I do remember wanting a special rite from Fr. Julian to help me not get Harriet pregnant and I walked into the girls section and was like, “Fr. Julian…”  And he was all aggressive and was like, “WHAT?” and I was like, “Uhm, I have a physical defect I want to correct that you said you’d’ help me with…”  And Harriet was washing her full-red-dyed hair and kinda laughing and all the girls were like, “oooo” cuz they all knew what was up.  And Fr. Julian was all, “Oh, right, right,” and we went off into this other room and performed this tiny ceremonial thingy I can’t quite recall.  And the next I knew we were outside (it was nigghttime) and he ended up going bonkers and ran away into the night.  I followed him a bit until I saw a monkey inside of a tree and these two cat-like creatures.  THey seemed scary, but I was bold enough to just walk up to them and I tried soothing them, petting them.  And then they calmed down and I was like, “Hmm, a leopard and a jaguar,” and they spoke to me!  The leopard was like, “Oooh, impressive.  He kenw that difference between us.”  Then the monkey came down and he spoke too- he was yellow.  He had the ability to turn into a stuffed animal.  We all became friends rather quickly and went into the home just across the way and the people in there loved us.  And this is where things get fuzzy again…  Next I knew I was in this crazy place that was like, a cardboard city where the tallest building was only maybe like, one body taller than my own.  I then approached this movie kiosk where I got inside of it, laid back uncomfortably, and I watched the movie be displayed on this cardboard screen.  I saw a bunch of previews of what was playing then randomly selected this one about a man murdering his friend.  When he murders his friend he goes upstairs to find his wife and is about to murder her but she says something like, “Oh, I found this thing John wanted to give you… he treasures your friendship so much” and the guy who murdered “John” regrets killing him and goes downstairs trying to find a way to maybe bring him back to life.  But then John pops outta nowhere and starts shooting at this unknown character and they begin having a duel of sorts but it’s actually all for fun… but that’s what I didn’t like about it.  THat’s what disturbed me.  I watched a man die by getting chainsawed to death then ALMOST saw the killer murder the man’s wife.  Then they just kept fighting and even I didnt know it was just a joke until the end.  I dunno, for whatever reasons I woke up feeling disturbed.

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