Men and women both enjoy looking at magazines filled with photographs of scantily-clad women in sexually suggestive poses. Men want to fuck the models in the photographs; women want to be the models in the photographs.
Discuss.
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Hmm.. hasn’t been my experience. Looking at women posing on their own is *yawn* boring. Now, show me a picture with her and a hot guy or three wanting to fuck her… and I’m there. Cuz then I want to be the guy fucking her. Or be the girl getting fucked.
Hmm.. hasn’t been my experience. Looking at women posing on their own is *yawn* boring. Now, show me a picture with her and a hot guy or three wanting to fuck her… and I’m there. Cuz then I want to be the guy fucking her. Or be the girl getting fucked.
Nope.
I find usually that I’m lusting over portions of anatomy. They are all too skinny usually but I can’t help myself if a belly is showing.
I certainly wouldn’t want to be them. Ug. I don’t think it’s just cause I love the ladies either, they just all look so .. fake.
Nope.
I find usually that I’m lusting over portions of anatomy. They are all too skinny usually but I can’t help myself if a belly is showing.
I certainly wouldn’t want to be them. Ug. I don’t think it’s just cause I love the ladies either, they just all look so .. fake.
To me, one person alone isn’t really interesting because it’s an image, not a story (though certain props can suggest a story). More than one person in the frame immediately suggests a story, and that can make it much more interesting to me. In other words, I get off more to the story suggested by an image than the image itself.
And, I rarely want to be the model in the photograph.
In other words, I get off more to the story suggested by an image than the image itself.
Now that is something you and I share in common.
To me, one person alone isn’t really interesting because it’s an image, not a story (though certain props can suggest a story). More than one person in the frame immediately suggests a story, and that can make it much more interesting to me. In other words, I get off more to the story suggested by an image than the image itself.
And, I rarely want to be the model in the photograph.
I think the people who like them, for either reason, do so because of social conditioning. When you strip away the sexualization we’re all indoctrinated into, the photographs mostly become boring and pathetic and a commentary on our shabby little society. When I was younger, I wanted the power and security that would come from looking like that. Now, I don’t like looking at such photos at all. It’s depressing.
I think the people who like them, for either reason, do so because of social conditioning. When you strip away the sexualization we’re all indoctrinated into, the photographs mostly become boring and pathetic and a commentary on our shabby little society. When I was younger, I wanted the power and security that would come from looking like that. Now, I don’t like looking at such photos at all. It’s depressing.
While I find some of those photos to be sensual in its strictest sense, I usually don’t find them to be sexual – they’re pleasing to the eye, composed well, airbrushed excellently, etc., etc., etc., but they’re also objectified a bit, and thus I wouldn’t want the woman in my bed.
. . . at least the better photos at the upper end of the market. If you’re talking the pure sleeze set, than, nah, I don’t bother with the photos except possibly to laugh at (“how many people _did_ it take to get her left leg up over her head and into that noose?”)
While I find some of those photos to be sensual in its strictest sense, I usually don’t find them to be sexual – they’re pleasing to the eye, composed well, airbrushed excellently, etc., etc., etc., but they’re also objectified a bit, and thus I wouldn’t want the woman in my bed.
. . . at least the better photos at the upper end of the market. If you’re talking the pure sleeze set, than, nah, I don’t bother with the photos except possibly to laugh at (“how many people _did_ it take to get her left leg up over her head and into that noose?”)
I mostly have to agree with you. When I’m looking at pictures of sexy women in suggestive poses I do want to fuck them, but generally my thought process doesn’t involve any kind of fantasy of actually doing so- I’m just lustfully admiring the bits.
I completely agree with that watching something actually happening is far far hotter than just looking at a model in a nice pose. I adore watching people have sex, but again when I’m watching some hottie on all fours getting it from behind I’m not thinking “wow, I wish I was the one doing that with her”. More likely I’m thinking “wow, I wish I was watching that in person”. Voyeur that I am I guess I take the scenes at face value without projecting myself into them.
I mostly have to agree with you. When I’m looking at pictures of sexy women in suggestive poses I do want to fuck them, but generally my thought process doesn’t involve any kind of fantasy of actually doing so- I’m just lustfully admiring the bits.
I completely agree with that watching something actually happening is far far hotter than just looking at a model in a nice pose. I adore watching people have sex, but again when I’m watching some hottie on all fours getting it from behind I’m not thinking “wow, I wish I was the one doing that with her”. More likely I’m thinking “wow, I wish I was watching that in person”. Voyeur that I am I guess I take the scenes at face value without projecting myself into them.
I find it difficult to believe that anyone *wants* to be about to fall off a couch, or twisting their spine around so that butt and boobs are visible from the same vantage point.
Some of those scanties make me jealous; there aren’t a whole lot of brightly-colored banana hammocks available in three-packs at the store. How hard would it be to remove the cotton crotch panel from the satin-and-spandex panties, and maybe make it fit guys better? Honestly!
So: I want to fuck the models in the Torrid catalog, or the “women’s” section of the store. I wouldn’t say no to the other models, but I wouldn’t go out of my way for them unless I also happened to know they were intelligent or kind or had some other qualification.
And I want to have equally attractive clothes — but I don’t want to be a model.
I find it difficult to believe that anyone *wants* to be about to fall off a couch, or twisting their spine around so that butt and boobs are visible from the same vantage point.
Some of those scanties make me jealous; there aren’t a whole lot of brightly-colored banana hammocks available in three-packs at the store. How hard would it be to remove the cotton crotch panel from the satin-and-spandex panties, and maybe make it fit guys better? Honestly!
So: I want to fuck the models in the Torrid catalog, or the “women’s” section of the store. I wouldn’t say no to the other models, but I wouldn’t go out of my way for them unless I also happened to know they were intelligent or kind or had some other qualification.
And I want to have equally attractive clothes — but I don’t want to be a model.
Nope. When I look at suggestive pictures (normally bondage pics!) I want to be the person there; I want to be looking beautiful and sexy and be tied up or whatever. Of course, being 6.2, 230lbs, 44″ barrel chested bloke means that it’ll not happen. But I can fantasise.
I rarely, if ever, fantasise about fucking anyone. Being fucked (gee, submissive… me?), sure.
Nope. When I look at suggestive pictures (normally bondage pics!) I want to be the person there; I want to be looking beautiful and sexy and be tied up or whatever. Of course, being 6.2, 230lbs, 44″ barrel chested bloke means that it’ll not happen. But I can fantasise.
I rarely, if ever, fantasise about fucking anyone. Being fucked (gee, submissive… me?), sure.
What about men who want to be the models?
… I’ll get me coat…
What about men who want to be the models?
… I’ll get me coat…
Well except if you’re my daughter – then she wants to be *with* the models hahahahaa
I don’t want to be a model – they are way too skinny – I like my people with meat on their bones – as in where they should be at their stage of life.
But I suppose for the majority there is a lot of pressure for women to conform to the ultra skinny standard that the media portrays, and I’m sure there are a lot of men who want to poke stick women, but neither me nor my husband fall into that category.
Well except if you’re my daughter – then she wants to be *with* the models hahahahaa
I don’t want to be a model – they are way too skinny – I like my people with meat on their bones – as in where they should be at their stage of life.
But I suppose for the majority there is a lot of pressure for women to conform to the ultra skinny standard that the media portrays, and I’m sure there are a lot of men who want to poke stick women, but neither me nor my husband fall into that category.
Just as with looking at any artwork, or even just people watching, some do it for me and some don’t. I don’t want to be the models, and most of them I am not attracted to (too skinny, too fake, whatever…), but I find that out of the dozens of images I look at each day (yes, I have a somewhat devoted porn habit) there is usually about 1 out of every 10 or so that just makes my want to fondle and lick her nipples and sink my tongue into her pussy or grab her hair and wrap my thighs around her face. Those are the ones that really make me wet. Those are the ones where I copy the link and send it to my girlfriend, boyfriend, husband or all three. I do prefer movies to stills, but even so if the people don’t do it for me, then usually neither will the clip. I tend to be more attracted to women with larger breasts, a little bit of meat on their bones, and with exotic looking eyes and dark or red hair. I rarely am attracted to blonde blondes — though there are exceptions. I like both straight and lesbian porn, though I tend to not look at the men as much as at the women. Also, I MUST comment that I HATE HATE HATE still pix where the ladies are almost doing anything. Almost nibbling a nipple, almost inserting a dildo, almost licking a pussy. I want to see people engrossed in each other who look like they are having fun and really can’t get enough. I want to see tongues buried in cunts, double dildos slid in so deep the girls are clit to clit, and hair pulled and backs arched and asses gripped like they mean it. Okay. Gotta go take a cold shower now…..
Just as with looking at any artwork, or even just people watching, some do it for me and some don’t. I don’t want to be the models, and most of them I am not attracted to (too skinny, too fake, whatever…), but I find that out of the dozens of images I look at each day (yes, I have a somewhat devoted porn habit) there is usually about 1 out of every 10 or so that just makes my want to fondle and lick her nipples and sink my tongue into her pussy or grab her hair and wrap my thighs around her face. Those are the ones that really make me wet. Those are the ones where I copy the link and send it to my girlfriend, boyfriend, husband or all three. I do prefer movies to stills, but even so if the people don’t do it for me, then usually neither will the clip. I tend to be more attracted to women with larger breasts, a little bit of meat on their bones, and with exotic looking eyes and dark or red hair. I rarely am attracted to blonde blondes — though there are exceptions. I like both straight and lesbian porn, though I tend to not look at the men as much as at the women. Also, I MUST comment that I HATE HATE HATE still pix where the ladies are almost doing anything. Almost nibbling a nipple, almost inserting a dildo, almost licking a pussy. I want to see people engrossed in each other who look like they are having fun and really can’t get enough. I want to see tongues buried in cunts, double dildos slid in so deep the girls are clit to clit, and hair pulled and backs arched and asses gripped like they mean it. Okay. Gotta go take a cold shower now…..
Not really…. most of them look so skinny that I want to *feed* them, not *be* them.
My Danish husband could never get off to American porn magazines, because having girls so skinny you could see their ribs was a major turn-off for him.
So, zip for two on our end of things. 😛
Not really…. most of them look so skinny that I want to *feed* them, not *be* them.
My Danish husband could never get off to American porn magazines, because having girls so skinny you could see their ribs was a major turn-off for him.
So, zip for two on our end of things. 😛
I suspect that there are women who want to fuck the models and men who want to be the models, too.
I suspect that there are women who want to fuck the models and men who want to be the models, too.
I keep thinking I just want to be in the picture with them.
I keep thinking I just want to be in the picture with them.
I’m a woman and I rarely want to be them. I do want to grope some of them, if that helps. Only one or two per magazine, though, as I find the vast majority unattractive.
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Iiiiin other news, I noticed that a comment of yours got deleted over at. I didn’t see the original so I can’t comment on the fairness or not of it, but I do want to know – are you still around? say yes.
And you remember my lengthy discussion about toning things down, right? that people are rarely likely to see your point if they’re on the defensive? just checking 😛
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I’m still around, yes. 🙂 As for seeing my point…in that particular case, i have to say that tone is not likely to be relevant–that person is about as likely to see my point as a suicide bomber is to sit down and discuss the finer points of theology…
I have no doubt. But you forget you have an incredibly large audience who aren’t posting. If you come across as having an axe to grind, they’re less likely to want to agree with you. Sad, but true.
Besides, if she was that unlikely to see your point, there’s not much to be gained in insulting her… except maybe satisfaction in making her angry, but that’s a little cruel. Mostly I snark bitterly at friends on msn, so I can stay sane and polite in front of the OPs 😉
I’m really glad you’re still around, though. We disagree on many things, but I still like to have your viewpoints represented, if only to show people that they’re a possibility. Find somewhere safe to vent if you can, I’d be sorry to have to start c&ping your usual spiels 😛 (<intones> the vagina is not silly putty… the best measure of the health of a relationship… TALK TO HIM YOU MORON!) *G*
I’m a woman and I rarely want to be them. I do want to grope some of them, if that helps. Only one or two per magazine, though, as I find the vast majority unattractive.
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Iiiiin other news, I noticed that a comment of yours got deleted over at. I didn’t see the original so I can’t comment on the fairness or not of it, but I do want to know – are you still around? say yes.
And you remember my lengthy discussion about toning things down, right? that people are rarely likely to see your point if they’re on the defensive? just checking 😛
POOOOOOOKE
In other words, I get off more to the story suggested by an image than the image itself.
Now that is something you and I share in common.
I’m still around, yes. 🙂 As for seeing my point…in that particular case, i have to say that tone is not likely to be relevant–that person is about as likely to see my point as a suicide bomber is to sit down and discuss the finer points of theology…
I have no doubt. But you forget you have an incredibly large audience who aren’t posting. If you come across as having an axe to grind, they’re less likely to want to agree with you. Sad, but true.
Besides, if she was that unlikely to see your point, there’s not much to be gained in insulting her… except maybe satisfaction in making her angry, but that’s a little cruel. Mostly I snark bitterly at friends on msn, so I can stay sane and polite in front of the OPs 😉
I’m really glad you’re still around, though. We disagree on many things, but I still like to have your viewpoints represented, if only to show people that they’re a possibility. Find somewhere safe to vent if you can, I’d be sorry to have to start c&ping your usual spiels 😛 (<intones> the vagina is not silly putty… the best measure of the health of a relationship… TALK TO HIM YOU MORON!) *G*
Did you find out anything interesting from reading the replies to this post?
I found out the people on my flist are probably not representative of people in general. 🙂
The post was triggered by the observation that mass-culture women’s magazines–Cosmopolitan, Vogue, and so on–and mass-culture men’s magazines–Maxim, Playboy, and so on–actually have rather a lot of things in common. Regardless of the audience, these magazines are predominantly pictures of scantily-clad women in provocative poses; strangely, women’s magazines tend not to be filled with photographs of scantily-clad men in provocative poses. (In fact, magazines that are filled with photographs of scantily-clad men in provocative poses tend to have a gay male audience, rather than a female audience.)
If you pick up a copy of Maxim (God help you), the overriding message seems to be “You may be a lazy, beer-swilling shlub, but you can still have sex with supermodels, really!” On the other hand, the subtext of magazines like Cosmopolitan seems to be “Here’s how you can be just like the women in these photographs!” Hence, men want to fuck the women in men’s magazines; women want to be the women in women’s magazines.
I don’t read Cosmopolitan or Maxim, and on my more cynical days I fear for those who do. But the subtext of both seems pretty clear, at least to my jaundiced eye.
On a somewhat related note, I can’t help but be struck by the fact that on two consecutive trips to the grocery store, I saw two different covers of The National Enquirer, one of which had a splashy cover article about “Revealing photos of superstars with cellulite!!!” and the second of which had a splashy cover story about “Superstars battling anorexia!!!” The irony here appears lost on the editors.
Did you find out anything interesting from reading the replies to this post?
I found out the people on my flist are probably not representative of people in general. 🙂
The post was triggered by the observation that mass-culture women’s magazines–Cosmopolitan, Vogue, and so on–and mass-culture men’s magazines–Maxim, Playboy, and so on–actually have rather a lot of things in common. Regardless of the audience, these magazines are predominantly pictures of scantily-clad women in provocative poses; strangely, women’s magazines tend not to be filled with photographs of scantily-clad men in provocative poses. (In fact, magazines that are filled with photographs of scantily-clad men in provocative poses tend to have a gay male audience, rather than a female audience.)
If you pick up a copy of Maxim (God help you), the overriding message seems to be “You may be a lazy, beer-swilling shlub, but you can still have sex with supermodels, really!” On the other hand, the subtext of magazines like Cosmopolitan seems to be “Here’s how you can be just like the women in these photographs!” Hence, men want to fuck the women in men’s magazines; women want to be the women in women’s magazines.
I don’t read Cosmopolitan or Maxim, and on my more cynical days I fear for those who do. But the subtext of both seems pretty clear, at least to my jaundiced eye.
On a somewhat related note, I can’t help but be struck by the fact that on two consecutive trips to the grocery store, I saw two different covers of The National Enquirer, one of which had a splashy cover article about “Revealing photos of superstars with cellulite!!!” and the second of which had a splashy cover story about “Superstars battling anorexia!!!” The irony here appears lost on the editors.