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Just updated the Erotic & Sensual Art page — three new artists added, each one chosen because they do something genuinely unexpected with desire and the body.
Vallotton. Klimt. Lempicka.
If you know their work, you know why. If you don’t — that’s exactly why the page exists.
A curated collection of painters and illustrators drawn to the body, intimacy, and the charged space between longing and form.
<<Photographed in a New York City Bathroom>> For two thousand years, people have been scratching their truth on public walls. Frustration, desire, hope, warnings, loneliness. This one doesn’t vent. It accuses: the world is fucked up because you do nothing. Some things never change, only the walls do.
If you appreciate truly good writing, Aesop is a name you need to know. His abstract, multi-layered lyrics offer a fascinating journey for the mind.
In “None Shall Pass,” he offers a poetic critique of our decaying society, exposing the perversion of authentic self-expression in today’s hyper-political landscape. In the chorus, the statement “None Shall Pass” suggests Aesop’s defiance against society. A declaration of resistance.
“A fine sign of the wine in the swarm”
The vivid image of “the swine in the swarm” suggests we’ve all become entangled in corruption and hypocrisy, a mingling of the base and absurd that has rendered us shallow. Throughout the song, Aesop also forces us to confront the decay of urban life—its erosion of integrity, depth, and compassion.
“When a King is a whore who comply and conform”
His disdain for blind compliance is evident when he paints “the king” as a whore who conforms, reducing leaders to debased servitude in favor of financial gain. But there is a chicken or the egg question. Is the King complying and conforming to the morally corrupt masses, or to the elite? Did the general decay of society allow such a King to come into power? Or did the King’s desire for personal benefit drive him to comply to the elites, and society just let it happen? Perhaps a truly depraved leader can comply and conform to both at the same time.
“Miles outside the eye of the storm / With a siphon to lure out a prize and award/ while avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war”
Our institutions have lost their dignity. The powerful, and the rich they serve, operate safely outside the wreckage they (and we) have created. The ruling classes siphon every scrap of benefit from our ruined society.
“True blue triumph is more/ Like, “Wait, let it snake up out of the centerfold”
Triumph, it seems, must snake its way out of the centerfold: creatives tired of the mainstream media’s fabricated personas can uncoil, seize their true power, and craft art that matters. Those mainstream media machine can realize their own power, their reach, and use their creativity and influence to live the true purpose of art.
“Let it break the walls of Jericho. Ready?Go!”
Breaking down the “walls of Jericho” is a Biblical reference from the Book of Joshua, where an army, inspired by divinity, circle thr fortified city of Jericho and brought down its walls. Culturally, this event has transcended its literal origins to become a powerful metaphor for the collapse of oppressive systems or seemingly unbreakable barriers. It has come to symbolize the transformative potential of collective action and faith. Over time, artists, writers, and musicians have invoked this imagery to signal moments of radical change or liberation—a turning point when long-standing power structures are dismantled, paving the way for renewal and new beginnings.
“Sat where the old cardboard city folk / Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw.”
Meanwhile, the marginalized and poverty stricken —those cardboard city folk - are “Swapping tales with heads”. This could have so many meanings. When a coin is spinning in the air, it is in the act of doing just that. It can also mean those surviving on the streets are exchanging wisdom and knowledge of survival, “heads” could be a reference to the clever minds that run the streets - the hustlers, the outcasts. Looking for whatever small bit of fortune or luck they can grasp onto. Maybe they’re placing a bet on which polar opposite (two sides of the same coin) will win.
Band: Aesop Rock
Song: Nine Shall Pass, 2017
Listen to the whole song on the official video: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KNrB6--KBqs
Their official website:
https://aesoprock.com
Fly your flag
Well put. (Source: Writing About Writing Facebook page)
as a lawyer who’s been practicing for six years now I can say with certainty that this 100% applies to lawyers
Me: My writing is so bad. :(
Meanwhile at Disney: Somehow, Palpatine has returned.
“Intense”
Arthur Meehan
An excerpt from Peterbilt by MaegPie9
He stands up grabbing her from the passenger seat throwing her on the bed in the bunk. He reaches over fastening each wrist to one of the shackles on the opposite side of the mattress that he’s made from tie down straps. He lifts her hips into position spreading her legs wide with his knees.
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The doorway became a stillpoint, her whole life spinning around it in a dizzying whirl.
Every step of my life somehow led me here. And it would lead me here over and over again. What if I turned around right now? Walked back into the street?
Excerpt from Threshold
- A reflective journey of an escort navigating fate and fleeting moments, exploring the cycles of connection and self-discovery, as she confronts the tension between the mundane and the extraordinary.
Read my new short story!
A reflective story of an escort’s journey through love, fate, and endless return, exploring the cycles of connection and personal transforma
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If a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
Discovered at The Communist’s Daughter bar in Toronto.
