I suppose it benefits the readers of this blog, but it feels so ridiculous that I have to quarantine an integral subsection of my artistic output just because we live in a moralistic society where nobody wants to be held responsible for aiding and abetting any entrepreneur looking to profit financially from products or services of a sexual nature.
It's not like there isn't an erotic element involved in the appreciation of my non-explicit self-portraiture anyway. I can't even properly advertise my art as "nudist" because I'm not willing to adhere to a strictly limited mode of self-expression that willfully ignores the obvious truth that people find nude images of attractive people sexually stimulating - and that that's perfectly healthy, and there's nothing wrong with it. So I'm stuck in the middle (as I've always been) - neither pure nor vile, and without recourse to the advantages of either approach.
We're deluding ourselves, and imposing such arbitrary restrictions to our own detriment. And I don't want to contribute to that, but there is a level of cooperation you have to begrudgingly meet if you want anything in return from this unfeeling machine that dictates the fates and fortunes (or misfortunes) of the lives of every one of society's members. It's frustrating, and absurd, yet completely in line with the dream logic of a Kafkaesque nightmare.
[description: a long-haired man with an erection poses in a transgender flag bikini]
And yes, I'm the sort of person who would invoke a literary reference to accompany the posting of what is essentially pornography. It's a lonely world in which I reside.
