About This Blog, Miscellaneous

Maybe Why Some Women Send Me Nude Pics

I think I figured out awhile back why women readers of my blog sometimes send me unsolicited nude pics and videos of themselves — occasionally in their very first emails to me. I suspect now it’s because they don’t want to risk being thought of by me as just another commodity, just another human who is interchangeable with all other humans — just another grain of polished rice.

They want to stand out instead, be seen as individuals, as persons in their own right. And who wouldn’t?

Sending nudes in a day of internet porn might not be the best way to stand out, but if the goal is to be noticed as an individual, then that’s a pretty good goal, I think. But what does it say about our world that so many of us these days seem to feel we’ve gotten lost in the crowds?

I don’t think it’s just that there are more people now. I don’t think it’s that simple. I think our cultures have been changing — and not always in good ways. I think we are becoming peoples who do not value authenticity — being true to yourself — highly enough to look for the individual in other people these days.

By the way, no one has ever sent me a poem, an essay, a drawing, an audio of them singing, etc. as the first thing they send me. Nudes yes. But not art they have created with their own hands.

Doesn’t that say something?

If you’re a woman who is thinking about introducing herself to me with a nude to reveal her beauty to me, go ahead. Feel welcomed. I’m not judgemental and it’s an adventurous way to introduce yourself to someone. But please, please keep your nudes tasteful. “Beauty, not porn!” And please also include some art that you yourself created. A drawing. A poem. A recording of you singing.

I guarantee your art will mean more to me than your nude.

The Cafe Philos Poetry Prompt

The Café Philos Poetry Prompt For Them That Be Wild Things (April 11, 2019)

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling all around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
— Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust

Has there been a moment, time, person, event, etc. in your life that you thought and felt was so beautiful and fulfilling you would not have regretted dying after it?

Not that you would have wanted to have died, but that you would have had no regrets afterwards.

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Sunstone Saturday

The Sunstone Saturday Music Challenge!

Beloved Reader,

Listen to the following song by John Andrew Hull and the Manchester Orchestra, and then tell me whatever comes to mind about it.  Anything!  Tell me anything!

Stuck?  What did you think of Hull’s voice?  What did you think of the drums?  The bass?  How did the song move you?  What did you make of the lyrics?

BONUS!  Go read about Geri –quite  possibly the most memorable person you will meed today!

About This Blog, Advice

The Art of Blogging For the Special Reader

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY:  Paul offers three easy tips on how to build a special, loyal audience for those of us who are into blogging for one or another reason other than primarily to build up as large of an audience as possible.

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THE CRITICS GO CRAZY!  “The Grand Fraud American of Blogging, Paul Sunstone, now inflicts his madness upon the impressionable minds of incipient bloggers!  He seeks to corrupt, to ruin the virgins before they have even begun the blogging of their stories, their insights, their poetry!  He is a monster!  Only the guillotine properly answers his aggression.  The guillotine must be returned to the public service!”  — Aloyse Leblanc, Le Critique Passionné de Blog, “La Tribune Linville”, Linville, France.

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Coffee Shop Stories, Friends, INCOMING!, Lovers, Quality of Life, Relationships, Sex, Sexuality

“What If I Happened to be Fondling Your Butt…”

Dear Readers,

I was thinking tonight what if I happened to be fondling your butt and we were lovers, but not really friends.  Would I be fondling your butt any differently than if we were friends?

And I think, yeah, I think I would be.  I think — if we were not friends — I would be fondling your butt mostly for my own sake.  But if we were indeed friends, then I’d be fondling your butt for both our sakes.  I would want us both to win.

Just a reflection I had tonight after overhearing someone yesterday at my corner coffee shop tell her girlfriend that she didn’t want to date some guy because he was her friend — and she didn’t want to risk losing him as a friend.

Hah!  Wish I could fondle her butt!  I’d show her the error of her ways!

(Inexplicably, she declined my offer of participating in a scientific experiment to test her hypothesis about sex and friendship.  Even went so far as to call me “a dirty old man”!  Me!  The twenty-somethings these days!  Not at all as friendly as we were back in my day.  She wouldn’t even tell me her name.  There are no sensible people left! It’s all cold, aloof wackos out there now! Nutjobs and wackos!)

All the best,

Paul