Outofdoors

Flash for the camera

You never see naked people in the real world. You see them all the time on the internet.

When someone's naked in front of you, it's a mistake, or it's time to fuck, or someone's too drunk to have their shit together.

Flashing is more a surprise - a shock than a real sexual fetish. (Maybe that is the festish - the surprise.)

Girls pull up their dresses or pull down their panties, they open for the camera - and they always play to the camera. While cars or construction workers pass unassumingly by.

The cultural transgressive nature of dropping your drawers is what creates the thrill. How daring will they be? How comfortable are they, or are they really hiding behind a wall - and it only looks like they're doing something in public?

Flashing is a chase for some new exhibitionistic thrill, and the point is in the watching. If it's not captured for us to see, to be amazed and to get horny about, it's merely nudism.

Sex is less interesting if you don't break a couple of rules.

The Aesthetics of Mediation - three

This example is a purer form of cinematic display of the subject's masturbation. It foregrounds the mediation on the part of the girl - that is the "director" of the clip.

She sits in an anonymous location, clearly in front of a camera or computer webcam on the ground in a awkward position with unrefined lighting. She has a hand-held flashlight and the remote for the camera explicitly to help with the display to come.

She spreads her pussy shows us her vagina and clitoris in extreme close up - she shines the light right onto her open pussy for about 5 minutes in, using it as a masturbation aid. She zooms the camera in and out with the remote numerous times, zooming or shifting it at different points, depending upon her angle, her posture, and legs. The remote, for the first half of the clip (which is an astounding 20+ minutes), is off camera (her hand goes off screen) but by 2nd third, her remote controlling is on camera, between her legs. Effectively and almost symbolically, in the last 5 minutes, she puts the remote on the ground between her legs, and it is partially in view in the foreground, reminding us continuously that there is a camera there to control, that she controlled it, and that she is not currently doing so.

We will see her reach for the remote at one point to adjust the angle for us.

Her face is off screen. She seems to be seeing exactly what the view is, which is close, rather close and gynocological. This clearly makes explicit her interaction with the image we are now watching. She is mediating it, changing it, moving in closer as she seems to revel in the frenzy of sexual excitation.

This extreme detail - hairy pussy and all - is not the "standard" view which, for women masturbation videos, often includes as much of the woman's body as possible. And often their faces (which brings their authenticity into question. Would a true "amateur" let her face be seen on such a clip on the internet, even though it presumably is listed "anonymously" on the site in question and the chances of an aquaintance seeing it seems very slim? A professional or semi-pro pornstar would have less qualms about being seen and identified (and takes "credit" for the clip in the process.).

(Men's "amateur" webcam as a genre often are positioned much closer to their genitals, partly as an anonymity masker, and perhaps more importantly, the male psyche is more focussed on the actual hard penis alone and its erect and ejaculating spectacle than the body surrounding it, the whole "person" presented as a sexual being.)

The image is clear and unflattering. Her pussy with untrimmed (but neat) hair - running down to her perineum and towards her asshole - is an anomaly except in clearly amateur clips (with performers without the look of "classical" pornstars). Her fingers clearly get wet about 9 minutes in, and she bucks, seemingly having an orgasm. The resultant close-up seems to verify that orgasmic liquid - thick and creamy, is running out of her vagina. Her fingers are slick as she continues to finger herself, and the show may be over. Yet she continues, and turns on her side, eventually sticking a nail polish bottle into her asshole.

This clear and unique exhibition of sexual excitement is evidence of true sexual arousal on the subject's part. More suspicious "amateur" clips often fake arousal... because they have to.

This 20 minute clip approaches documentary versimilitude, in its (intentional) misframing and presentation, it's overly explicit presentation of hairy and wet vagina, between-the-legs angles, awkward but intense display of labia, clitoris and masturbation, it's foregrounded use of low-tech mediation techniques (the remote on screen) rather than successfully hiding them (or pretending they don't exist).

The artifice adds completely to the aesthetic pleasure of the clip.


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Updated/re-upped 6/7/11 - original seems to intermittently be not available.

The Allure of Low-Rise Jeans

Low-rise jeans are a phenomenon that wasn't around when I was a kid. In fact, girls during my high school days had rather high-waisted polyester Angel Flights (which drive me crazy in their own way, with that flat panel in front just so, just like that).

But these low-rise jeans, not only the ones that sit low on a girl's butt, but hang low in front, halfway down her pubis, practically sitting on the top of her pubic hair, can't be good for the morality of youth today.

Fuck, it screams "beaver below."

Don't get me wrong - I love to see these hippy hippie chicks walk down the street, with their lower stomach exposed, and the pants cradling that round packet - that sweet spot just above their pussies where the cum would shoot if you pulled out just before blowing your load - exposed to see.

I sneak a peek and imagine a watery rope of cum on their stomachs, right there. Just a snap and half a zip and I could see the underwear they're wearing.

But then - these styles dictate that underwear not be worn. So the look isn't complicated by undergarments.

Which is a different look. An underwear-is-peeking out look. Which makes the low jeans that much more sexy, that much more revealing.

Discovered

At some point, maybe soon, I will be discovered on this blog.

My wife will discover my history on the computer. Visit this and see pictures of her husband - naked! Masturbating! Writing about having sex with her!

Or, I'll look up the site history, and see that there seems to be an inordinate amount of hits from my town, from my neighborhood. My god, is word out? Are all my neighbors passing around the info - check out Ryan's blog! and emailing the link?

I'll be discovered, and the blog will be deleted. I'll do it all in one fell swoop, or simply let it sit, and not be updated ever again.

How will I face the question my wife asks me at the dinner table.

You've been taking pictures of yourself? Sharing them to the whole world.

Now everyone knows what your dick looks like.

Why didn't you come to me?

Messy

Sex is messy.

If it isn't, maybe you're not doing it right.

Amateur

Watching the History Channel. In a hotel room.



The call to expose yourself to others is amplified in the internet world. You can safely... that is, anonymously... capture your naked sexuality and broadcast non locally. You don't have to walk down your own street and be recognized. You won't get arrested.

(Immediately...)

You can expose yourself to a portal in which millions of people may see you A million potential observers, casually or accidentally. And they will not confront you back. You can be as sloppy, as fat, as dirty, as perverted, as uninhibited. As sexy, as hard, as horny as you like and it is only a spectacle to be observed by others. Without your partaking in their immediate response.

It is an isolated and insular way to explore the need, the urge to do something everyone does, explore your sexuality, wherever your are. (In your home.) And also to do something only a few daring people do, demonstrate it to others for money. Whether they're porn stars, or models, or otherwise professional exhibitionists.

The fact that no money is changing hands makes you an amateur. And it also makes your motives more pure.

Spectacle

Close to cumming, my precum slowly dribbles out. I did my best to not go "all the way."

Another exercise in self-depiction. Mediation entirely intentional and objective. No camera interference. Though clearly ... I know it is there.

There is something powerful about watching yourself love your own cock.