“Nothing But Time” (1926) - Alberto Cavalcanti

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“Nothing But Time” (1926) - Alberto Cavalcanti
Sink deeper. Get worse. Keep edging.
Do you want to come over and spiral with me?
In my dreams I end up here
L'immortelle (1963), dir. Alain Robbe-Grillet
I love how girls just have an off switch built into them. Tired of hearing them yap? Pinch and roll their nipple a bit. Or force your hand between her legs and tease her clit. For some it’s at the back of their throat, so cut them off and shove your fingers deep down there. And if all else fails, you can factory reset them with a few slaps to the face.
Shut off your brain and drool. Not because you're weak. Because you're tired. Tired of questioning every thought. Tired of fighting every impulse. Tired of pretending you don't want the things you keep coming back to. That's how it starts. Not with surrender. With relief. The moment you stop arguing with yourself. The moment you stop needing everything to make sense. The moment you realize the version of you that keeps showing up here isn't getting smaller. It's growing. A little less resistant. A little more honest. A little more comfortable with wanting what she wants. And the drooling? That's not the point. It's just proof. Proof that for one quiet moment, desire became louder than doubt.
someone has seen my soul?
Sleep With Pat Collins - The Hip Hypnotist (1963)
The idea of being covertly corrupted and brainwashed into someone's addicted, obsessed, and obedient plaything is so fucking hot.
It's also one of my biggest fears. Manipulated and gaslighted until I'm hopelessly enslaved, against my will and without me realizing it? Nightmare fuel.
On the other hand, the idea that someone would put that much effort into a long term brainwashing campaign specifically so they could have me the way they want me? Countless hours of planning, building trust, laying traps, implanted triggers, endless conditioning and priming -- what a beautifully colossal labor of love.
Like, it's kinda romantic, right?
Messiah of Evil (1974) dir. Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz
“You’re about to awaken when you dream that you’re dreaming”
a brief musing on what is so erotic about the trance state... when someone is really in the throes of trance, deeply I mean, you can see them staring at you. Their face is expressionless, almost hanging, and in that moment they are nothing but a feint sliver of consciousness and what little they are, is their attention on you.
they are the palest shadow of consciousness, but all of it is in focus and in focus on you.
why is that so beautiful? Why is it so sexy?
there is no obvious answer, no really compelling one. If there was, we could explain ourselves to our non-EH kink companions and friends and they would understand. But we can't, and they don't.
I think there is something there about presence.
Almost all of the time, almost all people, myself included, are very busy performing some version of themselves. A professional version, a masculine version, a personal version, and so on. To think I'm saying that as any kind of criticism is to misunderstand. It is a necessary requirement of being a person. It's just what we do.
There are no contexts we can find someone not in this kind of performance, of one sort or another.
Trance, deep trance, is one.
I wonder if it's so fucking sexy because it's so inherently intimate. How rare, how precious it is to see someone not in performance, not in a performance of any kind of identity but simply present.
It might sound like a contradiction but it's not. That kind of distilled presence comes at the cost of absence. All the normal personas a person has, absent. How... remarkable, how stunning. Someone perfectly absent of all those personas, all those identities, they are almost absent even of their own body.
And in that absence, the hypnotist is given, gifted maybe, an eye-rolling pleasurable opportunity. They can do whatever they imagine with this personless person, this thing. This body.
The hypnotist is free to touch, grope, describe their wants, their fantasies, their desires, and there is nowhere from judgement to even come from. There is just silence where there would be noise, just acceptance where there would be objection.
To be able to do and say whatever one pleases at their most base lustful desires with someone who is present and absent enough to not be capable of anything other than acceptance.
Wouldn't you stay there all night and all day with someone like that?