A Summer Without Pools

A summer without pools is like Christmas without presents. And I'd happily give up Christmas to live an endless summer.

At the moment, the prospect of being able to go to the pool this summer is looking pretty grim. (For once, you might get through the summer without having to listen to me rant about the stigma of men's swim briefs in this country :-p). And I was thinking about how sad it will be not to be able to lounge in the heat and sunshine, and splash about - of course, even without a pool, I can do these things at home, in my back yard, with the garden hose. But what I can't get at home is all the eye candy; and I'm not gonna lie to you about how much I enjoy the sight of attractive young women in barely there bikinis, skin glistening wet - all in close proximity.

I have mixed feelings about stating this so openly, because on the one hand, it seems stupidly obvious, and something that I'm sure a lot of people appreciate about pool culture, without it needing to be said - or, rather, refraining from saying it because, on the other hand, you're liable to be labeled a "pervert". And yeah, I am a pervert, but that doesn't mean I want people associating me with all the bad things that tend to go along with that. I'm not a creep or a predator just because I'm not ashamed to enjoy the erotic pleasures in life.

Because, although the pool is a place where people (and some, perhaps even many of them, will undoubtedly be attractive) congregate while dressed in scandalously skimpy clothing (despite the fact that, aside from the buttoned-up prudes that most people rightfully ignore, nobody ever seems to acknowledge that there's anything indecent or inappropriate, or indeed even threatening to a "family friendly" atmosphere, about all this nubile flesh on display, in public - I just don't understand how this can all be taken for granted in the narrow context of a beach or swimming pool, but just about anywhere else, similar exposure is grounds for serious concern or alarm), I feel that there is something untoward about admitting that you enjoy those sights on display.

Like, you can go there and get an eyeful, and as long as you behave, there's no problem. But if you were to, say, come right out and express the desire to be surrounded by scantily clad women (or even suggest to the women you might otherwise be surrounded by that you would enjoy seeing them in less clothing), you would be drawn and quartered. Or, in the best case scenario, your request would be laughed off, and the women still wouldn't consider disrobing.

And I just want to say, what's so wrong with that desire, anyway? Is there some reason - some obligation we have - that it ought not to be fulfilled? Does enjoying that somehow make you a bad person? Or is it because we've been exposed to too many bad role models, and the public consciousness associates those sorts of desires with bad men - predatory, chauvinistic, single-minded males who habitually harass and objectify women?

I have nothing but respect for the fairer sex. I treat them as human beings. I also really enjoy the sight of their bodies. Not to the exclusion of their minds, or personalities. But if I enjoy their bodies, too, is that wrong? Is that not an earthly pleasure we should be allowed to indulge in? Openly and honestly, and not pursued by surreptitious means (the difference between keeping mum and satisfying yourself with whatever you can get, versus asking straight out for what it is you want in life). Because I seem to encounter an awful lot of barriers to doing just that, and it's frustrating.

He is Risen!

Just enjoying some early spring sunshine...

I'll level with you. I like Easter. It's a nice holiday. But all the religious mumbo jumbo grates on me. Give me a nice, pagan, spring fertility festival - you can even keep all the rabbit and egg symbolism - and I'm happy. Christians are such spiritual vultures. And so narcissistic!

Incidentally Erect

Nudists take nudity - something that, in a textile society, is often associated with sex - and interject it into an otherwise totally non-sexual lifestyle. Now, stepping back from the textile perspective, it's not altogether illogical to consider the unclothed human body separate from the act of sex. One would have a harder time, however, making a similar argument for erections, which are a physiological process designed to prepare the male organ for sexual penetration (of the female). Nevertheless, there is some little room for that argument, as erections may be stimulated psychologically or even with incidental contact, without the presence of, or even necessarily the intent to engage in, any explicit sexual conduct.

I would not spend too much time arguing that the selective exhibition of such cases of erection-absent-sex (with "sex", I suppose - by a broad definition - potentially including such things as manual stimulation - e.g., with the hands or other body parts - or actions such as thrusting of the hips) would not carry with it some level of erotic intent on the part of the producer/distributor, or that it would not primarily be viewed in such a fashion by its consumers. However, it would seem to strike an ironic parallel with nudists' attempts to "desexualize" nudity: by featuring erections in everyday situations, without making any overtures toward the organ's sexual function.

Is there such a thing as a "non-sexual erection"? And even if we must conclude that there is not, could there not still be individuals with an interest in erections depicted in non-sexual contexts? Some might say, "what's the point? You're showing an erection. Most people would consider that sexual. You've already crossed that line, so you might as well go all in." But I think that the novelty of an erection appearing outside of a sexual context could very well have a unique appeal to a subset of the population. After all, in the realm of pornography, "softcore" may be considered by many to be a synonym for "watered-down", yet it remains a popular subgenre for a great many people who can appreciate the subtle art of suggestion over a more direct, in-your-face approach. I, personally, while tending to lean more toward softcore, maintain that both approaches are interesting, and worthwhile to explore.

If anything, though, I think this demonstrates that erections themselves (independent of what's being done with them) should not necessarily be considered "sexually explicit". How is a non-sexual scene with an erection any more shocking or alarming than it would be if the penis it featured were flaccid? What is it about the shape and size and turgidity of a penis that agitates people? Is the stiffness of a penis uniquely offensive in a way that a view of the organ itself, in its restful state, is not? Or is it because it is liable to invite questions, or direct one's thoughts toward the "immoral" subject of sex? (Although, in a textile society, one could say the same thing about nudity in general; the fact that nudists have divested themselves of this assumption is only evidence that the same could perhaps be accomplished in a more erection-tolerant society).

I feel (and I could be wrong - this is just my personal impression) that a great proportion of the perceived offensiveness of pornography is in its vulgarity - the closeup on body organs, the liberal depiction of bodily fluids, and the great diversity in the distinction individuals make between what is appealing, sexually, and what is disgusting (as well as the variability in a single individual's opinion depending on whether or not he is currently aroused - a character flaw the Marquis de Sade once cautioned against). None of this would seem to me to hinge primarily on whether or not a penis is hard or soft. I maintain that if you have the maturity to see a penis in its flaccid state, then there is no reason you should not be able to handle the sight of it erect.