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Wednesday, 28 February 2018

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Defining Beauty: The Body in Ancient Greek Art, British Museum More than the sum of its parts: an exploration of how the human form was perfected




Centaur and Lapith, marble metope from the south side of the Parthenon, 447-438 BC© British Museum, London

We think we know it when we see it. But how, pray, do we define beauty? The ancient Greeks thought they had the measure of it. In the 4thcentury BC, the "chief forms of beauty," according to Aristotle, were "order, symmetry and clear delineation." A century earlier, during the golden age of Athens, Polykleitos, one of the ancient world's greatest sculptors, set out the precise ratios for the ideal male form in a treatise he called The Canon. And a century before him, Pythagoras instructed that it was numbers that revealed the hidden order of the world – a perfection revealed through an understanding of mathematical ratios. In this way, order may arise out of seeming chaos.

Neither Polykleitos's Canon nor any of the great male nudes he created out of bronze, a material far stronger and more ductile than marble, have survived to the present day. In the ancient world, bronze figures were often melted down in times of war and used for weapon-making; or else they simply didn't survive the iconoclasm of the early Christian era; or they were lost at sea during transportation, to be recovered some millennia later, just like the bearded and naked Riace Warriors were in the Seventies. 

What we are left with are later Roman copies in marble, or in the case of the British Museum's current exhibition, a 20th-century model of Polykleitos's Doryphoros or "spear-bearer". The reconstruction, by German sculptor George Römer in about 1920, looks remarkably kitsch in its smooth and unblemished state, though we may still admire its veiny-armed realism. Here it stands breast to breast with a Roman marble copy of Myron's Diskobolos, or Discus Thrower, a work concerned with bodily perfection expressed through finely held balance and opposition. We see these oppositions, chiefly contraction and muscular relaxation, clearly in the form of the athlete in action. In less exaggerated form we also find it in Polykleitos's deployment of contrapposto, in which one leg bears weight, while the other appears relaxed, and with the hip slightly off centre, suggesting either movement or at least a sense of vitality and presence.  

The classical Greeks were experts in achieving such dynamic effects to heighten the realism of their figures. One very rare example of an original bronze nude is found here, and it is of an athlete just after a game. Dated to around 300 BC, it depicts an Apoxyomenos, a male figure-type representing an athlete, perhaps a wrestler, scraping a mixture of oil, sweat and dust from his upper thigh, his hand just hovering over his genitals, with a metal instrument called a strigil (though the implement is missing). The beautiful bronze figure (detail pictured below; Mali Lošinj, Croatia), boyish and youthfully plump of face, and with his head bowed and eyes alluringly cast down as if with an air of shyness and modesty, was recovered from the Adriatic sea off the coast of Croatia in the Nineties. The lips and nipples are inlaid with copper, the reddish tinge striking a note of sensuality and eroticism, making the figure feel even more keenly present. 

Bronze statue of an Apoxyomenos, Greek; about 300 BC; Mali Lošinj, CroatiaBut it's not just idealised humans that Defining Bodies is concerned with, but a whole panoply of gods and goddesses, whom the Greeks also represented in perfected human form. All around are deities and half-deities from the Greek pantheon, as well as heroic mythological figures, such as Hercules enacting his 12 labours, found particularly in the decoration of drinking vessels and bowls. Although Aphrodite is the only female deity to be seen naked, it was usual to depict males – mortals, gods and demi-gods – unclothed, whether in repose or in battle. Unlike other ancient cultures, such as the Assyrian or Persian, nakedness among the Greeks is not associated with weakness or humiliation, but resolutely with moral virtue. 


Defining Beauty is, as its title demands, a gorgeous as well as brilliantly illuminating exhibition, but it's one with a clear message, made even more forcefully in the catalogue's introduction, written by the museum's director Neil MacGregor. In light of the ongoing controversy (given fresh impetus and urgency by Amal Clooney) as to where the Elgin Marbles (or, as we have been tutored to call them, the Parthenon Marbles) truly belong, this is an exhibition wanting to let us know, in no uncertain terms, that the British Museum is the best custodian of these ancient treasures. It is, of course, telling that of its many loans, not one is from a Greek museum. There is no hope of culturalrapprochement just yet, especially since, of course, we find a selection of the BM's freestanding Parthenon sculptures, frieze fragments and metopes (see main picture), taking insouciant pride of place in the display, the splendid over-life-size river god Ilissos among them (pictured below; British Museum)

Ilissos, from the west pediment of the Parthenon, about 438-432 BC; British MuseumPheidias, the other great sculptor of the 5th-century Athenian golden age, is the brains behind the art works of the Parthenon temple, an artist, we're told, who had a more "intuitive" approach to the human figure. Certainly, the figures carved under his supervision seem to be more naturalistic and perhaps less schematic as exercises in balance and tension than Myron's. But of course, and uniquely, these are originals – blasted, broken, weathered, with missing heads and limbs, but original all the same. And how much ruddier, ruder and alive they appear than the smooth Roman copies that replaced them.

Bronze figure of Ajax, Greek, 720-700 BC; British Museum"Man is the measure of all things," wrote the 5th-century BC pre-Socratic philosopher Protagoras. This humanist philosophy of the Classical Greeks certainly contributed to this great and unprecedented flourishing of naturalistic art. Just compare what came later with the thumb-sized bronze figure of Ajax (pictured left; 720-700 BC; British Museum), displayed in the gallery to which the title Giving Form to Thought has been given. It was made three centuries before the Parthenon sculptures, roughly around the same time as Homer was writing his epic poetry. This penile figure – wearing a crude helmet, its rudimentary body stick-like, suggesting, to me at any rate, a slightly curved penis – is depicted at the moment of extreme crisis. He is about to plunge a dagger into his abdomen. And, what do you know, we see that his actual, rather generously proportioned, penis is erect.

You'll not find much speculation here as to just why this roughly modelled figure has an erection, though it's suggested that it might be to better express the trauma of the event. Who knows? Perhaps it's because Ajax's manliness is heightened by such an act of self-sacrifice. Or perhaps the anonymous artist was simply being roguishly playful. It has been known, for if anything lets us know how fully, rudely human the ancients were, this exhibition is it.  






Tuesday, 27 February 2018

I had sex with my Son.


My Nephew (Sisters Son) is my Fantasy!!

I MUST get this out because it's not healthy anymore :( I am torn here

I am in my early 50's but still look good. I have been divorced for years, never remarried, and have been dating. And, now, I believe I know the reason why I wasn't interested in remarrying or getting very serious about a man. My older sister has three kids, all grown adults now. The youngest (let's call him "M" for short) grew up to be extremely handsome, and has always turned me on since he was 19. I was sickened to have felt this way, knowing that's my nephew who I have had a relationship with all his life. I went to a psychiatrist/psychologist about this, and it's very common, so I was greatly relieved. She explained why, which is a long story but I felt like it was ok as long as I don't act on it (NOT EASY) Especially when I found that he stole my panties and rummaged through my underwear drawer when he was watching my cats. He was ONLY supposed to feed my cats, not masturbate on his Aunts bed. I was upset at first, then became EXTREMELY TURNED ON. He was 17 at the time so it was imprinted in my head, then he turned 19 and was beautiful, dating gorgeous girls, making great money running a family business. I figured he long ago forgot about me :/ .......
14 years later, he's still so hot, and I am still masturbating to him and thinking about him to orgasm while having sex with my boyfriends through the years. I had tried to flirt with my nephew "M" through the years, even making excuses to get on my knees close to his cock or to not wear panties so he can admire my rather large butt, which I know he LOVES. I felt pathetic because he looked like he wasn't interested. BOY, WAS I WRONG!!! HERE IS THE KICKER, I researched some confession sites and found him confessing about his love and lust for me!! For his favorite Aunt!! I was elated, he was just scared to have acted on feelings for me. He said so many amazing things that most men would never have said, some of the most original, sweetest things a woman could desire to hear From her Lover. WHAT DO I DO?! I have NO CLUE how to approach this. Should I call him? Tell him that I know? I have been like a little girl, excited for Disneyworld. I am beyond horny.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated. I love him, he loves me but I believe this is just lust. We will see after sex, if we ever do. I have seen him with no underwear and in basketball shorts. I could see the outline, plus I walked in on him as he was getting dried off from a shower. His cock is beautiful, perfect size for me. 7 inches, and it is an appealing, good looking, suckable and fuckable cock. MY NEPHEW!! BLOOD RELATION, MY SISTERS SON!! I'm angry at myself but what if God put us in eachothers lives because we were married in a former life. We love each other and he wants to visit me out west and he's in Florida. I think I have to invite him to stay with me, and just go for it, I know he wants it just as much. I want him to call me Aunt or the French Aunt. Judith loves you, M. I can't wait to suck on that beautiful cock. I want to spend a full 24 hours in bed, M. Your Aunt needs to be taken care of.
Love you M!!! I'm sure he will see this. This is how we have been corresponding about our feeling for each other because we are too embarrassed but now I'm calling him out. Wish me luck.

Love, Aunt J

Xxxx

Confession #3556

10/20/2017 

As child, my mother used me for sex. Abuse you may call it now, but to me it was pleasure.
I cannot remember my mother having man friends, it was just me & her in a small apartment.
She started foundling me at about age 9, when I got hard. Always in the bath and bed (we slept together).
At age 10 she started putting me inside her. First I did not know what is going on and did not like it.
She explained to me and I had to mount her every day. Sometimes she would sit on me.
At age 13, I was really into this game and I started fucking her for real.
Later on, at about age 14, she made me go down on her. Again, first disgusting, later I enjoyed it as much as she did.
This went on until I was shipped out onto my first Tour of Duty.
When I returned, she was sick and did not want to have sex anymore.
This experience did not turn me off woman. Looking back , I see it as learning her as training ground.

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I apologize about his post being so long and so detailed. I don't really expect anyone to read the entire post, but I just need to write my story. I don't know why.

The first memory I have is from the age of 5 (I know this because my mother was married for a year) is of my mother undressing in front of me. She had no shame in showing me her body. I would frequently "catch" my mom in her lingerie. My mother would come into my room at night and she would make me play with her and insist that I rub her clitoris while she "relaxed". Usually, it was through her panties, but sometimes she was completely nude. She would also make me have sex with her. Tell me what to do. Tell me that this is what big people, men, did and that it was completely normal. She would tell me to say certain things that "big people say".

She would also tell me not to tell anyone because people wouldn't understand or that they would take her away. I thought this was relatively normal and did what I was told.

She, and her husband, would also call me into their bedroom sometimes and have me stand in the doorway or the corner and watch them have sex. At first, I thought that he was hurting her. She would scream and cry about what he was doing to her. Then, I realized, that these were the same things that she had me do to her.

When she wasn't home, he (the husband) would make me masturbate him. Usually, he had me masturbate him until ejaculation into the toilet. Sometimes, he would have me make him cum onto their bed or her underwear drawer. He would laugh after it was done and tell me that I will do whatever her wants. If I didn't, he would pick me up by the hair and punch me in the face. He would always tell my mom that I fell off a bike or got into a fight at school.

After a year, she left him. I think he beat her, too. We were all alone then, and she would make me do things to her, every night. She would get shit-faced drunk and pull me into her bed every night. Usually, she had me masturbate her, but sometimes should would make me have intercourse with her. She would say things like " this is what a husband does" or "this is what big people do". I truly thought it was normal.

We moved around a lot. After moving to 3 or 4 cities, we settled in Portland, Oregon. Her sister, Sally, was here. I would frequently stay with Sally and her autistic son (my cousin). I faintly remember my mother saying to her sister that I will do whatever she wants me to. She (my aunt) would make me sleep with her and, just like my mother, masturbate her. She also told her son and I to do things to each other. She had us play/kiss with each other's penis and she would masturbate while we did it. She would also have me have sex with her.

I was used as a sex toy, around the family, until I was 13ish and I moved out. I went to stay with a wonderful family that truly loved and respected each other. Their mom didn't have sex with them and their dad was loving and kind. I thought it was the strangest thing I had ever seen. I still thought, in the back of my mind, that they were just like us, they just hid it better.

My mother had sex with me until I was 13 or so. She made a hole in the wall, from my bedroom to the bathroom. She would make me watch her undress and take a shower and then have me "break in" and do things to her. She seemed to relish her son doing things to her.

I have recently made a list of "traumas" and things that I always thought might be different about me and my thoughts. It's a long list, and again, I apologize for the content and the terms used. I tried to be respectful to others with trauma, but I needed to say these things.

Things I Remember That Are, I Think, Technically Trauma

1) Mother using me for sex from (at least) the age of 5 until I was 13 or so.

2) Mother's Husband, Chuck, using me for sexual gratification. He also would beat and torture me.(Pick me up by the hair, punch me, slap me, tell me that he would kill my mom).

3) Mother and Chuck making me stand in the room and watch them have sex. I didn't know if my mom was being hurt or not.

4) As an older (10ish-13ish) Mother showing me pornographic magazines and acting out scenes from them. She even made a hole in the wall, from my bedroom to the bathroom, and would make me watch her through the hole. She would undress and shower. She would them make me come in and do things to her.

5) My mother, telling her sister, Sally, that I would be willing to do sexual things to her.

6) Sally using me (and her autistic son) as sexual toys for many years. She also made us do sexual things to each other and she would watch.

7) Being told, repeatedly, that I was borne bad or with a piece missing.

8) Falling into a fire when I was 6 or so and getting 3rd degree burns on my leg. The resulting treatment was a horrific experience. The doctor scrubbing my leg with ointment and a large "toothbrush".

9) Being moved from home to home, sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months at a time. Never knowing when I would have to start a new school or make new friends. Also never knowing who would abuse me and who wouldn't.

10) Growing up, living with alcoholics and drug users. Sometimes they would get angry and I had to learn what would "set them off". Sometimes, I was wrong.

11) Being homeless 3 or 4 times when I was with my mother.

12) Being physically abused by mother, Chuck, my uncle Bob, and family friends.

13) Having to (almost) completely take care of myself as a young child. I usually needed to feed and clothe myself as no one around me was capable. I routinely cooked meals for myself and whomever I was living with at the time. I felt completely neglected and alone. If I couldn't do it for myself, it wouldn't get done.

14) Finding my mother after she had slit her wrists. I still remember the blood on the floor in big pools.

15) Having the police arrest my mother multiple times.


Memories That I have of Doing Strange (I think) Things

1) Playing "house or doctor" with girls from kindergarten to 1st grade. I would put a brown mitten on their vagina to mimic hair.

2) Fantasizing about my mom sexually.

3) Stealing my mother's panties and smelling them at night. I still do that today with my girlfriend's panties.

4) Having "sex" with stuffed animals. From the age of 5 or so until my late teens.

5) Mixing violence against women with sexual gratification. I have learned that I am a sadist.

6) Constantly, from a very young age, sexualizing women. I still do to this day. That is all that I see women as.

7) Constantly living with the fear of death. From the time I can remember, I would have to think about all the possible ways that I could die. If I didn't think of something, or some way, it would happen. This is how I fall asleep to this day.

Again, I'm sorry for writing this, but I felt the need to get this stuff "out in the open". Take care to all of you and I wish you nothing but the best.



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Sunday, 18 February 2018

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