THE MEN DESIRE THE WOMEN WHO DO NOT EXIST

She is in the fashion –
Many women are in acrobatic gynecological positions to scrape the pubic coats in the beauty halls. They are hung in wood-of-ploughs and, later, leave happy with only one little streak of hair, or with one little narrow garden, the indicative trail of a harmless desire and not more the aggressive forests that can scare men.
They seem vertical moustaches that they make me to think about... Hitler.

Golden silica, coats, threshed butts, everything to please the consumers of the sexual market. I Eye the popular magazines of pretty women... and I feel a light depression, I more only feel me, ahead of as much impossible offers.

I see that the feminism if vulgarized in "an object" freedom has produced women free as things, free as perfect products for the pleasure. The competition is great for a market with few consumers, therefore it has more women that men in the square (infuriated message may come...) Perhaps this article is moralist, the grapes of the envy are green, but I eye the magazines of naked woman and alone see landscapes; I do not see people with defects, fears. I only see girls offering the total sweetness, all competing in the market, desperate erotic contortions because they do not have anything else to show.

The women have never been so naked; already they had all displayed the body, vagina, anus. What she lacks? What these women want? They want to finish with our homes?
They want in humiliating them with its non conquerable beauty? Many have little mouths, shy, some suggest a scare of virgins, and others made angry faces, fierce good-looking, but all in inside look at them of the eyes as if they said: "They come... I am always ready, always glad, always excited, I depend of caresses, romance..."

They suggest a mixture of girl with vampire, of sweetness with madness and all exhibits a false devouring hornyness. They want money clearly, husband, social place, respect, but they pose as they imagine that the men want them.

They exhibit a desire that they do not have and they pose as if they were only bodies without interior life, in order not to bother with boredom the men who consume them. The person does not have plus a body; the body is that it has a person, fragile, tenuous, and living inside of it. But, that in these virtual women promise to them? A never ending orgasm?

They appear to be idols of a paradise market, last floor of a tower that the men would reach after its Ferraris, its Armani’s, gold and success; they are the crowning of a narcissism, they are the 11.000 virgins of a paradise for executives.

The problem continues: how to approach women who seem landscapes?

Another day I saw model Daniela Cicarelli on TV. Have u ever seen this young woman? She is the prettiest thing in the world, has a curious affection, smiley, democratic, perfect, the rosy lips, the "emerald eyes swimming in milk" (who wrote this), dry gold Biblical hair, breasts as an immense flower of pleasures. In my solitude I look upon her and I ask myself:

"Where it is the Daniela in the way of these perfect treasures? Where it is”

She must be perplexed of her own beauty, imprisoned in its destination of seduction, perhaps even with a vacant jealousy of its proper body.
Daniela is so pretty that I have will to say: “I wish she was ugly..."
We want to cover the virtual women, to visit them, but, as to talk with them? With who? Where they are they? As much it offers sexual distresses me, gives the certainty to me of that our sex is programmed by others, for masturbating industries, in provoking the desire me to vender satisfaction. It is for the difficulty to really carry through this masculine dream that these young women exist. They exist, for beyond the graphical limb of the magazines. The contact with them discloses girls unsafe, or candies, smart or silly but, if they could express its real desires, would not be in the sexy magazines; therefore she does not have market for women loving husbands, cooking happy, inhaling for tender relationships.

In the magazines, they are so perfect that they seem to excuse partners, are so naked that they seem girlfriends of their own. But, in the truth, them they want love and to be loved, even so they have the “array of harems” virtually invented by the males.
They have to dissimulate that they are not real; therefore nobody wants to be real nowadays. It is impossible to be real, because, in the technology of the desire the more you make it artificial, as cars of luxury if perfecting different models each year. To each erotica mutation, they are more unattached in the real world.

Therefore, with the economic crisis, the great success is fit beautiful girls and, filling the erotic sites or in saunas frequented by men.
Doesn’t it seem like this state of being is becoming a modern Arab rejoinder of harems?

These pretty women are paid not to exist, paid to be an untouchable dream, paid to be an illusion. Weirdly enough I saw an advert of an inflatable doll that synthesized the impossible desire it the market: to have women who do not exist... The announcement had the slogan in low:

"She needs neither food nor stupid conversation."
This is the masculine utopia: full satisfaction without suffering or reality.

The democracy of masses, meshed to the cultural sub development, seems "to free" the women. The "release of the woman" in an ignorant society as ours gave in this: super-objects in thinking free, but imprisoned in an external body that only hides poor persons, hungry girls of love and money. The freedom of market produced a stranger and false "market of the freedom".
It is this there. And when closing this text, assaults me the doubt:

I am being hypocritical with envy of the erotic of the century 21? It will be that only I was barred of the ball?

By Nunico