What do you find strangely erotic?

oh, also a sneaker fetish

also, an exposed neck when a girl has her hair up

ohhhhh yes.

and midriffs generally, and pierced ones in particular. well, right up until the very second my sister told me she'd got a belly-button ring, and then suddenly all the eroticism drained away forever.

http://home.swipnet.se/~w-60241/Ann-Margret/films/tommy3.jpg

and

http://drds.tripod.com/tommy1.jpg

porn can't deliver genuine eroticism, because it is always mediated and centered on images of no one you'll ever meet, so the real people part is completely removed.

Porn can bring to mind experiences you've had, can't it?

I feel I was lucky to not first experience porn in the age of broadband, I can't imagine being confronted with all of the porn available on tube sites without some grounding in what sex is.

sub question

at what age did you first watch porn

and did you find it in the woods

a lone log among the bush

does watching the Spice Channel to barely discern a neon green nipple through the squiggles count

I love voices that sound like they're from layrnx's ravaged by decades of smoking. I would fuck Shohreh Aghdashloo's voice.

I thought that link wld be that old lady from the anti smoking ad

U kno the one that takes a drag from the hole in her neck

I find dissociation strangely erotic.

my first exposure was similar to cruts but honestly it was hotter not knowing what I was looking at

otm

My first exposure was hedge porn (that's pornography found buried in a, not hot topiary action). I like the distinction that the erotic admits while pornography excludes.

I'd totally agree with libraries. There's a buried tension in all libraries, I think. I also once found a pair of discarded lace ladypants in a stairwell of my local uni library.

*found buried in a hedge

I can see why people find the ASMR whispering videos erotic but the sensation of experiencing ASMR isn't actually erotic? I mean I'm sure there are people turned on by soft whispering but the physical shivering coolness of ASMR is more like a glowing euphoria than any kind of sexual release. Part of the reason the community of ASMR has struggled to find legitimacy as a phenomenon is because people characterise it as sexual but the majority of people don't experience it that way and I wish people wouldn't conflate the two sensations so easily

I mean my ASMR triggers are more from white noise from a vacuum or hairdryer and I can assure you there is nothing erotic about it

this is an extremely contentious issue in the asmr community but the circles of the venn diagram clearly overlap for at least some people some of the time

there are some women who clearly bank on offering a highly sexualized asmr experience eg pp0m0

yeah, a lot of ASMR channels are outlets for older married men to have quasi-interactive liaisons with cute 20-year-old college girls. if wifey confronts you about your habit, all you have to do is patiently explain to her that tinglequeenASMRotica is a therapist, not a camgirl, and that you're watching her "ASMR Blowdrying Your Balls and Taint Roleplay" video to destress after a long day of work, definitely not for onanistic purposes

I get a weird almost-erotic thrill from leaning on the car as you fill it with petrol and feeling it sink under the weight of the liquid.

eroticism has to do with real people and is very situational. a wink and a smile, or touching fingers, can be highly erotic in the right situation, more so than any amount of conscious sexual role-playing.

I get a weird almost-erotic thrill from leaning on the car as you fill it with petrol and feeling it sink under the weight of the liquid.

― The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums (Chinaski), Friday, June 15, 2018 5:45 PM (two hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

thread finally delivers

The taarna segment of the film heavy metal

Squeaky sibilants.

lol @ "ASMR Blowdrying Your Balls and Taint Roleplay"

First prn = finding several issues of Penthouse from the mid-80s in my dad's nightstand while in HS

oh wait "watched"

First time not including the trying to make out boobs through the scrambled channels = with a male friend my freshman year in college who couldn't believe I'd never seen it and felt the need to change that. Yes, an 19 year old boy invited me to his dorm to smoke up and watch porn and I still didn't realize he was trying to hit on me until like 20 mins in.

Having the back of your neck shaved with a straight razor.

well ya
but thats surely p predictable

Thought it was just me but ok.

okay ENBB I need to know more about this, what exactly did this guy show you (no crepe)

xp it's just you and darragh i think

the German language

sehr erotisch

armpits

Prenups

armpits otm

ruins the cosign by going for the high five and making tim allen neanderthal noises

cloud lightning

Can someone bump the weird things you find attractive thread im on my phone

Tks

armpits are just a few centimeters away from sideboobs so, sure

I dont find anything that would be considered strange erotic

Like im wrackkng my brain over this and got nothin

I have one, I think:

Certain female voices have a strong effect on me, and not that "sexy voice" R&B music video nonsense; I'm pretty much all in for nasally dorks - and sometimes, in a completely non-sexy context (for me - I realize "sexy context" in a thread like this is, how you say, a very fluid notion) a woman with the kind of voice I like will employ the interjection "huh!" and I take about a minute to focus, because um.

I'm a sucker for a strange / weird voice too. I think it stems from having a crush on John Malkovich as a kid.

also cosigning armpits

Love southern type accents with women.
Or like drawls, and the most erotic of all is a great vocabulary...damn

from 'the way life works', by mahlon hoagland and bert dodson:

Nature creates new combinations by exchanging information. The earliest life forms, simple bacteria-like organisms, found a way to inject bits of information into each other—a primitive form of sex.

Ha, in my first year as a biology student a genetics professor started a lecture about bacterial genetics with "Today we'll be discussing bacterial sex!"

Strangely erotic - running my hands under hot scalding water often produces a sensation like an orgasm.

No mess, but I'm sure it's not super healthy for your hands to do all the time...

https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2020/03/26/gary-lutz-private-parts-of-speech/

Over the last year, little by little, I have grown suspicious of the erotics of art. It’s not just that I object to the opposition, famously asserted by Susan Sontag, between interpretation and sensuality. It’s that any overeager commitment to producing or consuming art as an erotic experience often results in some very inexpert writing about both aesthetics and sex—rhapsodic, humorless, self-aggrandizing prose that gets off on the most basic category errors. When asked by an interviewer what the most interesting thing was that she had learned from a book recently, the actress and writer Phoebe Waller-Bridge replied, “That orgasms can be brought on by art, and vice versa.” I found this idea distressing. Practical considerations aside, what kind of sick person wants her orgasms to come from art? A person more concerned with receiving pleasure than giving it is one answer; a person who prefers her pleasure depersonalized, disembodied, and safely contained by representation is another. Art, after all, doesn’t demand reciprocity or reality.

Reading the aggrieved, heart-dragging short stories of Gary Lutz complicates these doubts. Grungy-haired and lantern-jawed, unnerved by sustained eye contact, and self-conscious of his middle age, Lutz is not ashamed to admit in interviews that he suffers from “ED”: “Experience Deficit.” He presents himself as a man who has lived a singularly unremarkable life of dejection, a man to whom nothing exciting has happened and who is incapable of exciting himself or anyone else—except through writing. Writing, he tells us, is where one word can draw other words toward it, tentatively at first, then with a violent resolve. Writing is where one sentence can “overcome its aloofness or diffidence and begin to make overtures to another sentence,” each rubbing the other the right or wrong way—more often wrong than right—before settling into a jittery, strained alliance. Writing is where withdrawing paragraphs can gaze upon each other with agony and longing, for they know that the end of one paragraph and the beginning of the next announces a traumatic rupture, “an irreversible parting of ways.” “Yes, I think there might be some fetishizing of language going on,” Lutz admits. “Shouldn’t writing be far more sexual than sex?”

Underbites

confusing first paragraph out of context. what kind of person finds interest in judging the sexuality of others as "sick"? well, the critic, of course, and fair enough, that's her job. lutz certainly does seem like a miserable, yes, aggrieved person, from the excerpts provided, and in that seems fairly unexceptional.

i suspect that there's something else at the heart of fetish other than the absurd, and also that the "something else" in question is probably inaccessible to lutz. unexceptionally, resorting to ero-guro, fetishizing grievance, is his fallback.

(for me, the objectified "other" of the fetish has tended to be the self; fetish writing has been an asymptotic approach to the self. that might just be me though.)

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