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Pornography is essentially reductive, an exercise in the nothing-but mode, a depersonalizing of the human beings involved, a showing-up of human lust as nothing but an affair of the genitals.
He whom common, gross, or stale objects allure, and when obtained, content, is a vulgar being, incapable of greatness in thought or action.
The language of pornography is abusive, that of romance adoring. Both are addressed to a fetish.
It may very well be that the frotteurist is a helpless victim in the clutches of his obsession, but it's equally possible that he's simply a bored creep looking for a cheap thrill.
Your "imperfection" might be another's fetish.
Framework, ( ... ) addiction to female beauty and sex; deprivation of the beautiful woman and sex with her until the man guarantees economic security in return; ( ...
A pervert is anybody kinkier than you are
Masochism is a condition of perverted pain.
someone who hates every bone in a woman's body except his own...
caughtoutedness.
There was nothing like being objectified to make a boy feel pretty.
When you dress and behave in a way that is designed primarily to arouse sexual desire in men, you are committing pornography with your life.
Pornography is the essential sexuality of male power: of hate, of ownership, of hierarchy; of sadism, of dominance.
Are you some kind of foot fetish?
masturbatory fantasies. The
You have lascivious thoughts And keep them to yourself Words are your slaves Flesh quivers under your fingertips
breathtakingly lewd exhibition of modesty.
A man obsessed: obsessed with perfection, sharing, aesthetics, taste, savoir-faire, and much more.
When sex was something godlike, Lust was the profane curiosity that killed many a straying cat. Now, having removed mystery, Lust is less a long-standing, overpowering yearning, more a sudden craving of the appetite. Less quest, more impulse buy.
I milked my typical persona as a gritty, intellectual sex-positive feminist that men loved to conquer, toss aside, and shove into their conquest collection in the dusty backs of their closets.
Men admitted to being endlessly fascinated with the naked female form; they appreciated women in a detached, impersonal way that women, even those women who were flattered by such attention, rarely understood.
I didn't particularly like being objectified.
Starving artist: starving for affection, starving for attention
Oh, I see. You're horny."
Kent cleared his throat. "I believe we've had more than one discussion about that adjective."
"Right," Cali corrected, frowning as she peered at the cellulite on the top of the back of her thighs. "You're not horny. You're lascivious.
I'm a fetish filmmaker, in that I don't know why I do what I do, I just like to see things. When I figure out what I would like to see, I will put it in a film.
Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.
I was tormented by my desire for a woman ... I thought so much about a woman, about women, about all the ones I had known, about all the circumstances in which I had enjoyed them, that my cell would be filled with their faces and crowded with my desires.
shoddily constructed sexual fantasies" The Guardian... a newspaper in England.
I've never had a fetish, but I'm thinking about starting one.
hysteria," a term used for women who exhibited sexual desire and strong emotions.
Perhaps we can conceive of the ironist as the fetishist's apprentice, reaching out for all readers, ensnaring them in a tangle of ambiguity, uncertainty and indecision from which there is no escape. Irony, quite possibly, makes fetishists of us all.
I believed devoutly in her power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of pleasure.
The pervasion of image has so deeply altered our very relationships to ourselves that even men have become objects
if never erotic objects.
Women are pleasured treasures.
perverts copping a feel
The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.
It was somehow degrading, craving someone so ... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.
We live in sexually interesting times, meaning a culture which manages to be simultaneously hypersexualized and to retain its Puritan underpinnings, in precisely equal proportions.
Girls fantasize about being tied up and bent over a broad pair of knees. Girls dream of being dominated and worshipped. Girls adore dressing up, role play, changing roles. Yes, that's right, perfidious submissives are itchy to switch to the Domme and grab the whip handle.
Vulnerable, messed-up, inadequate
Eroticize intelligence.
Attachment is blinding; it lends an imaginary halo of attractiveness to the object of desire.
Nymphomaniac: a woamn that has more sex than you.
Perversion is the erotic form of hatred.
A man looks at a "sex goddess" and lusts. A man looks at a feminine woman and worships.
She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured.
She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him. Ah!
Kate was lying under him, spread on the table like a banquet for a starving man. And the scent of her arousal caused his hunger to spike suddenly and sharply from deep inside him. It surged out of him in a wave that overwhelmed him. Journey Into Submission (eXtasy)
The word is a violent pleasure.
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
Perverted self-love, when it became political, created individualism, or historical liberalism; perverted love of others, when it became political, created totalitarianism.
Women love guys who care for furry animals but mutilate yucky ones
Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore,
There are men who have themselves whipped simply to increase their sexual pleasure. These, in contrast with true masochists, regard flagellation as a means to an end.
He was explicit sex, personified.
I was hungered curiosity, caged.
And as long as I held onto the key, my heart would remain unscathed.
Drowned, dead, duplicitous slut!
I always had a fetish for murder and death.
The pornologue's mantric (as is the Athanasian Creed, for that matter) sucking her down to a level of herself where no questions are asked, where her history evaporates, where her self bleeds painlessly into the void.
A person deprived of beauty and pleasure puts me in mind of the Haitian notion of a zombie - a person disconnected from his or her soul, a person who works for others' profit but never his own, a person who mindlessly does the bidding of the boss and exists in an emotional and mental limbo.
A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man.
The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.
A certain shame or bashfulness attached itself to whatever one deeply and privately enjoyed.
all men were like this, their thoughts rose no higher, and they lived only to gratify on the bodies of women their brutal and humiliating needs. One
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
A woman so weak for a man that they lost sight of themselves and the strong woman they were raised to be.
the act of looking and being looked at.
The subject of an outsider who becomes obsessed.
Gradually, you were given a description of the world, a way of seeing, which is largely sexual.
The pervert."
"He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant."
"Semantics.
You must be human ... how weirdly exotic and excitingly perverse.
I should have been appalled. Or offended. Anything but horny, but there it was.
wtf even is your sexuality
Lust is a mysterious wound in the side of humanity; or rather, at the very source of its life! To confound this lust in man with that desire which unites the sexes is like confusing a tumor with the very organ which it devours, a tumor whose very deformity horribly reproduces the shape.
The flick of her hip is distilled erotica, a practiced sexuality.
I don't like to degrade women, but I like pornography.
He took her as though she were a toy, a toy or a closed rosebud which he brought into bloom each night of pleasure. [She] began to lose her timidity, giving herself over to that lascivious union, growing in response, turning into a heartsome, spirited lover.
Ah, girls. All warm and soft and fragrant, upset when their skirts tantalized a wind, anxious when no one noticed the smooth lengths of their legs, those pink knees. Ah, girls! Outraged by your indifference, frightened by your passion.
I have an odd fetish with nails. I was always doing beauty blogs about nails, and it would be on Fridays called 'Friday's Fingertip Fetish.' It became so popular that a nail polish company approached me, and Fingertip Fetish was born.
The visual is essentially pornographic, which is to say that it has its end in rapt, mindless fascination.
He had never seen her body so abandoned, so unconscious of all but the desire to be taken and satisfied. She bloomed under his caresses, no longer the girl but the woman already being born.
One must feel sorry for those who have strange tastes, but never insult them. Their wrong is Nature's too; they are no more responsible for having come into the world with tendencies unlike ours than are we for being born bandy-legged or well-proportioned.
What pornographic literature does is precisely to drive a wedge between one's existence as a sexual being - while in ordinary life a healthy person is one who prevents such a gap from opening up
Ordinary women attempt to change our bodies to resemble a pornographic ideal. Ordinary women construct a false self and come to hate this self.
The language of Cat's generation was far harder than that of her own, and more pithily correct: in their terms, he was a hunk. But why, she wondered, should anybody actually want a hunk, when non-hunks were so much more interesting?
Clara was a teenage girl like any other; the object of her passion was only an accessory to the passion itself, a passion that through its long suppression was now asserting itself with volcanic necessity.
A man wants his virility regarded. A woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. [Here] one is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience.
In a tenderness so explicit, sexuality can become obsolete
The body - objectified, sexualised, feared, hunted, worshiped - always the body, they adored him or hated him before they ever knew him. The body crushed him; he was its slave. He felt empty, reduced to a soulless thing.
Tis the taste of effeminacy that disrelishes ordinary and accustomed things.
Enslavement to your own weakness - be it an addiction to alcohol, or to a woman or to fame - it's degrading, and it means losing your dignity and your freedom.
To be entranced, to be driven, to be obsessed, to be under the spell of an emerging, not quite fully 'comprehended' narrative
this is the greatest happiness of the writer's life even as it burns us out and exhausts us, unfitting us for the placid contours of 'normality.
Love indulged the masochist.
A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.
wtf even is my sexuality
In using the style of the erotic/pornographic story, I am interested in dismantling stereotypes of an essential feminine identity, particularly one of exclusive tenderness and passivity.
I shall not attempt further to define the kinds of material I understand to be embraced within that shorthand description (of pornography), and perhaps I could never succeed in intelligibly doing so. But I know it when I see it, and the motion picture involved in this case is not that.
Pornography is the quadraphonics of sex. It adds a third and fourth track to the sexual act. It is the hallucination of detail that rules. Science has already habituated us to this microscopics, this excess of the real in its microscopic detail, this voyeurism of exactitude.
He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.
With the morbid realisation that his sexual being was a dull thing, a lifeless thing, a mass-produced marionette with chipped paint and fraying strings
Ravished is a nice word found in sentimental novel. Between us, Moran, the word that stuck in my mind like shit to the bottom of a shoe was fucked.
Many years ago I chased a woman for almost two years, only to discover that her tastes were exactly like mine: we both were crazy about girls.