The argument can easily be made that I am being entirely arrogant and precocious in assuming that anyone truly cares what I have to say about anything outside of my stories, poems, or forum postings here on Lush. You'll be pleased to know that, in many corners of my mind, I am the first to make that argument! But as a fellow author of the many other very talented authors on this site, I simply thought it would be interesting to put my thoughts out to everyone at Lush in a manner far more detailed and open than something I would normally attempt in the forums. Combined with the fact that I currently find myself unable to directly visit Lush, I am strapped for means of discussing much of anything with everyone here. Besides, a little essay on mutual interests never hurt anyone willing to read it.
And what exactly are you reading about here, besides the musings of someone wasting work hours on typing fantasies? Nothing besides, really...only, more specifically, you're reading about why I, and the rest of you, indulge in these kinds of things, or at least why I think we do; you can comment below on whether you agree or simply think I'm full of shit. At least for me, I find that a little (or even a lot) of fantasy is essential to all of us, so long as we desire a stable mind along with our raging libidos.
Human beings have lived on fantasy for the entire length of human history; even the early barbarians told stories on cave walls to inspire those around them or create a respite from the harsh conditions of the ice age and early hunting-gathering. As years have passed ever onward (and we silly homo sapiens have stumbled along with it) depending on your theological and philisophical points of view, every single culture on the planet has created a mythology, and mythological figures to go along with it. The greeks gave us Mount Olympus and its pantheon of gods. The aztecs, completely seperately, followed a similar pattern, and the list continues ever onward. And is it any wonder that every one of these myth-making cultures (yes, even the arguably most chaste belief structure, christianity) involves sex several times over? Forget, for a second, mythology's inevitable use of the proverbial nasty to forward their narratives through procreation: humans form their own mythologies, and the characters and stories there within are filtered through our collective mind's eye. Hence, sex plays an enormous role in the way we have formed our cultures, sub-cultures, and religions. And yet, even into the modern, supposedly more accepting age, the subject of sex is still such an unforgivably subject that it only drives humanity's hypocrisy on the subject that much more into the realm of comedic tragedy.
Everywhere you go today, especially here in the states, you can't walk five minutes without seeing an attempt to sell through sex, especially towards the male market. Walk into a grocery store sometime for nothing but a gallon of milk, and within thirty seconds you'll see a girl clad in next to nothing on the cover of Shape or Cosmo or any of the other fifty "how to please your man" mags. And still, parent groups wonder why we have so much trouble with underage pregnancy and STD's. Newsflash: your kids are seeing those covers, too. Little Peggy Sue looks at those magazines and starts formulating the kind of self-respectless slut she wants to be by 14, and Little Johnny, looking at the same mag, starts formulating the kind of self-respectless sluts he'll want to bone, marry, and cheat on with other self-respectless sluts for the rest of his life. And this, my friends, is how our society moves forward. But notice how any time someone puts forward notions that would create healthy environments for sexual expression and/or gratification, such as porn or even sites like Lush, the notion is immediately followed by gasps of shock and some bible-thumping 80-year-old woman (who hasn't seen a cock since poor Edgar passed thirty years back) screaming for a lynching of such value-less offenders, with their porn and their fast cars and loud music. Try convincing such morons that watching consenting and paid people get it on in a film might divert the raging hormones of horny teenagers into perfectly healthy masturbation instead of plundering themselves on mindless sex that only produces situations they were far too young to deal with.
Lush has provided a wonderful field for just this kind of escape, and it is nearly universal. One of the reasons I personally love to read so much is that you are given immediate permsission to take the words of the author and let your imagination take you the rest of the way. I love sci-fi stories that give you just enough description of a star ship or alien world that, as the reader, you can fill in the gaps of such cool and wonderous places on your own. This is true of any genre, and I would argue that erotica is the best of all for this kind of fantasizing. Give a reader a hot enough situation with just enough visuals and plenty of emotion and passion in the piece, and you'll have your readers panting for more just as they unwind themselves from the daily grind, the grind itself in a lot of cases even extending to home. And this is why Lush Stories and, with respect to personal taste, just about any other form of literary erotica is about the best form of fantasy mankind could have given itself.
How do you immediately escape a life of singlehood, or, on the flip-side, unhappiness with a home sex life that has become tedious or muddied with too much emotional turmoil? How do you do these things without physically betraying anyone in real life? Or, on the other extreme, say you're a dirty little slut on either side of the gender fence and you want to share your experiences with others without comprimising yourselves to the unsuspecting in your inner circle. One easy answer to all of this, as all reading this piece have already discovered for themselves, is simple: become an author, if only just once, and fulfill any of the above. Most readers are supportive, and you'll most likely find plenty of alternate material to feed you own inhibitions with. I'm certain I'm not alone when I say that following this path here on Lush has done wonders for me.
I personally have faced a ton of emotional and, of course, sexual turmoil with my wife of just over six years. One large help in overcoming my own anxieties through it all has been the release (in all manners of the word) given me by reading stories here on Lush. Part of what spurred me to write this piece, however, is a story I just read by a Lush author I admire on several levels. "The Cabo Connection" by Dancing_Doll is one of the hottest, most primal pieces of eroitca I've read in a long while, and if you haven't read it, get to it fast because you're missing out (and, Doll, if you're reading this, I'm waiting eagerly on a sequel ;)). What struck me most about it about a third of the way through is how much I was able to read myself into all three (or does DamonX/Mystery Man technically make it four?) characters in the story, given my own experiences and even fantasies. My wife revealed to me, several months back, that she cheated on me with a guy she has been visiting in another state frequently as well as chatting with online nearly every day. This immediately caused me to sympathize with Ashleigh's boyfriend. On the other hand, the Mystery Man and DamonX (another, in RL, very talented author on Lush) seemed to channel everything I've ever fantasized about being with a willing, beautiful woman: seductive, interesting, sexually arresting. But Ashleigh was the character tha completely stole me, and not simply for the fact that she was depicted as a hot blonde throwing herself into the most extreme of sexual abandon. I found not only myslef, but my wife as well in this character. Anyone who has ever been in a serious relationship for any extended period of time is the darkest of liars if they try to tell you they've enver considered even the idea of cheating. How far you take it is an entirely different story, and in Ashleigh's action's, trepidation, and ultimate surrender, I could see why my wife did what she did. On the other hand, I am also reminded of why my end of the relationship had dropped temperature in recent times: because it has been long and ago since my wife even attempted to break monotony the way Ashleigh was trying with her business-man-sloth of a boyfriend, and that is not without suggestion on my part. So while I know I have not wrought the kind of passion I maybe should have, I never made any secret that I was more than willing to try. It was the reciprocation, or lack thereof, that canceled me out.
These stories, both in reading and in writing, appeal to all of us, and it is somewhat appalling to me that they should be looked down upon with such disdain. Isn't it just slightly better that those of us unhappy with our sexual lot should choose to channel those primal lusts into well-written literature rather than, say, breaking up happy homes or entering into dangerous sexual situations? What one or many do behind closed doors is their own business, but if more people were made to feel unashamed about exploring their sexual tastes and fantasies in written word, or any other form of self-contained media, I guarantee you there would be considerably less issues in the world. It is nearly proven fact that the majority of the world's great and bloody wars, if you study their origins, were driven by repressed, testosterone-driven anxieties. If you don't believe me, read up on Adolf Hitler sometime, and all the sexual skeletons in his closet.
I'm not going to pretend that sexual media hasn't also gotten out of hand in recent years, especially considering the internet. But just think of all the good that could be done if people simply felt more free to express themselves on such matters in healthy, non-offensive ways. For the time being, I suppose all of us here should simply be content to read, write, and learn from each other on Lush.
If nothing else, The Cabo Connection has ceratinly educated me on how to make a woman blush. Thanks, Doll.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my tedious diatribe. I'd love to hear your reactions and comments. I'll have more stories myself very soon!
