I Love women. I wish I could back that up with some
spiritual jazz and perhaps a few scripturally correct placements of women,
showing how they helped me achieve some spiritual ideal. But sadly that is not
there.
I just love women. And I love to look at women and no I
do not mean porn.
I have been cursed with what I call the triple blade
of ecstasy. Yeah I know that sounds weird. But I will explain.
I am a sanguine. According to all the reading I have
done sanguines have a weakness of the fair sex and this ranges from the
harmless friendzoned nice guy to the full blown ladies’ man cherry popper to
the downright low dirty hit and run player. For us women are a special
constellation under whose stars we are always happy and giddy. It does help
that we and the ladies get along.
I am a choleric. This is my more dominant personality
trait. It has along of dark over tones but the most relevant one here is the
fact that I have an eye for detail. Trust me I notice the weirdest and smallest
things. For many of my friends, especially the ladies, this has been both a
curse and a blessing.
Thirdly, I am an artist. I come from a long line of
artists. This allows me to appreciate the simplest things and see beauty as it
is. Anyone who has done a simple course in are knows that the female form is a
big part of art. All manner of art based on the female form. Enough said.
To this already volatile mix add a dash of the male
gender and you have an explosive mix, Trinitrotoluene baby.
But what’s the use of all this random information. I have
no idea. For a long time I have struggled with the fact that I actually love
looking at women. In my early years this was directed to pornography and objectifying
women. I noticed that it made me look at women with motives of the acts that I had
seen on the screen. Being a hormonal teenage adolescent did not help. It took
me a while to wash that stuff out of my system but honestly even now it’s one
of those skills we practice every day. Covenant with our eyes sort of thing.
The other thing that happened when I was much older
was that I found that I was able to look at women without the attending weird
motive. I could actually appreciate the art in some of these paintings and
photographs. And I was totally confused. Had I stopped being sensitive and was I
now enjoying this stuff because my conscience and spirit was seared? Could I not
appreciate beauty without it feeling dirty and wrong?
I suspect that conundrum was made us start the whole beauty
on the inside business. While I agree with it, I think its one side of the
equation. There needs to be the other side that balances it out. These two as
one part of the calculation are worked out with God’s word and his will on the
other side allowing us to seek, find and walk in that narrow path so to speak.
A word of caution though. I could use the above argument to mask a porno
habit, or lust full tendency…it’s a thin line between art, eroticism and
pornography. To stay Pure is a constant daily battle and I bring myself before
God daily even as I buffet my flesh.
A word on porn. I cannot stumble upon porn today without being made sick by it. some may say this is the best example of women liberation and sexual freedom but there is nothing beautiful or virtuous about porn. its gross and sad.
A word on sexcentric pics. i love photographs and follow many blogs pro and otherwise. i alway get pics of selfies showing off ass or figure, which in themselves are not sinful, God forbid that they were cause we all have one and some bigger than others, but when your sexual bits (for lack of a better word) are all you are proud of or all you seek or see as a man, both the viewer and the picture taker make me sad.
Please share, what are your views on beauty especially
physical beauty.
