The Lechery Thread

[bridgeburner]

Compulsive lecher here. I can't help it. I do it without thought --- catch myself staring and drooling with that dumb struck look on my face, slack-jawed and obvious completely laid bare to ridicule for my lack of control.

I can't even hide behind sunglasses. The sheer weight of my lechery tends to alert either the object of my fascination or random passersby. I am not in the least subtle or cool about it.

It's embarassing and humiliating but I get such a thrill from it that I can't honestly wish to be differently wired. I kind of revel in the animal quality of it. Sure it's depraved and undignified, but it's honest, at least and I take a certain satisfaction and pride in my Pavolvian response.

-B

 

[bridgeburner]

On the song lyrics tangent, I'm a long-time Zappa fan. One of my favorites:


Dirty Love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I don’t need your sweet devotion
I don’t want your cheap emotion
Just whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy’s bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I don’t believe you've never seen
That book before

I don’t need no consolation
I don’t want your reservation
I only got one destination
An’ that’s your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I’ll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I’ll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love

The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(not a speck of cereal)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(nothing but the best for my dog)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(come on)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(little paws sticking up)
The poodle bites!
(little curly hairs)
The poodle chews it!
(little curly hairs)

 

[rosco rathbone]

hmmm im not sure if thats a good or a bad thing.

It was actually just a mini portrait of my new partner. He's an ironworker but moonlights the other two gigs. A Bay Ridger, a lecher, and an abominable drunk.

 

[rosco rathbone]

And Coney Island with the wooden coasters? It seems there would be TONS of lechery material there..

I was just there a couple weeks ago with the "70s tough-guy Jesus/ Serpico in denim" man described above. Fuck that roller coaster shit. We were at the big Village Voice music festival, leching like wild animals on the little tattooed, pale-skinned, exposed-chubby-belly punk rockettes. Nathans was on the itinerary. As was the boardwalk.

 

[rosco rathbone]

You'll have to forgive me if I am making a faux-pas in bringing the thread back to its original topic; I have not been around here long. But I have a word or two to say about the act of lechery:

It's a major aspect of my life. When I have free time on campus--I attend a large university--I position myself in areas where I am certain I will see attractive women, light up a cigarette, and--generally in a manner far less than subtle--look at whatever I like. Never mind that the women I am lecherous towards are women I would never have a sexual encounter with; as ultra-feminine, high-maintenance, and vacant as they are. (This is the kind of woman that I like: those very pretty women, with flawlessly-coifed hair and meticulous make up.) The point is not, for me, a search for potential sexual partners. Once I am in a sexual relationship with a person, overt lechery stops. It is all done for the sake of self-gratification, and, to a limited extent, simple aesthetics.

At the same time, I appreciate the feeling it gives me. It gives me a sense of shame that I find very pleasurable; there is for me a collision of my desire for women and the heterosexuality I was taught was right growing up. I cannot tell whether the shame makes me feel weak & worthless or if somehow my lechery puts me into a position of power--

--hell, I can't explain all of this. I should be able to. But I can't. For me, it's a great deal more complicated than simply a deluge of lust, far more complicated than visceral. I wish--I wish I could explain more clearly.

Damned well written.

I too feel a sense of shame in my lechery , and in the last ten years I have enjoyed very agressive, overt, African-American / Latino style lechery largely because of the opportunity it affords me to bask, Raskolnikov-style, in my own sense of outlawry.

Also, and this bears further discussion, my style of lechery often involves a distinct effort to make the leched party feel uncomfortable. I'm nowhere near as bad with this as I used to be 10 years ago, but I still do it. It's an act of tiny terrorism with me, a small man's revenge, sour grapes. Parade around looking like that, yet I can't have you? Well, the least I can do is creep you out and make you uncomfortable.

 

[GrayCricket20]

Personally, I prefer when a man is shamelessly lecherous towards me. I relish being objectified nearly as much as I enjoy objectifying others, partially because it reduces my importance as an individual and, at least in a sexual context, I find this arousing. It is pleasurably humiliating, in a way, to be viewed as a potential piece of ass and nothing more. But I think I also enjoy it because I enjoy seeing mirrored in men my own instincts and behavior.

Occasionally, I do overtly leer but I only do this to women whom I know are particularly obnoxious, those women whom I would not even tolerate engaging in sex because they are so incredibly vapid/raucous/insert negative adjective here. I leer overtly at them, and do not mind making them uncomfortable, because I don't feel they deserve the respect of subtle objectification. They offer nothing better to me than delicious hips or incredible breasts, and I am honest enough to not pretend otherwise. Conceited? Maybe. But for some absurd reason, that's my pattern of behavior.

 

[rosco rathbone]

But I think I also enjoy it because I enjoy seeing mirrored in men my own instincts and behavior.

*chin stroking emoticon*

 

[Netzach]

The oblivious lecher:

I always was off looking at some other meaningless thing when my mother was like..."did you see that guy?"

-huh?

-*sigh*

She tried to teach me the way of the stare. I still don't clue in.

I can perv all day long on known people, or pictures that strike my fancy, or even the cant of a certain person's head as they stare out of a window, but straight up "she's wearing those too short fluffy skirts they are all wearing again" lechery usually doesn't happen, I'm more likely to be thinking "what's the deal this summer, we're all supposed to wear daisy dukes like sluts?"

 

[TaintedB]

Originally posted by GrayCricket20
Personally, I prefer when a man is shamelessly lecherous towards me. I relish being objectified nearly as much as I enjoy objectifying others, partially because it reduces my importance as an individual and, at least in a sexual context, I find this arousing.

I seem to be in a question-asking mode today. So, I ask you, do you feel this way about all men? What if the guy doing the leching was repulsively ugly, in whatever way you define that quality?

--Taint

 

[GrayCricket20]

I seem to be in a question-asking mode today. So, I ask you, do you feel this way about all men? What if the guy doing the leching was repulsively ugly, in whatever way you define that quality?

Actually, I find it more arousing if he's repulsively ugly. I haven't figured out why quite yet, because I'm fairly certain that there had better be a damned good reason why that's so.

I think I appreciate it the most, though, when the man is someone I see regularly and repeatedly (a classmate or even a teacher, for example).

 

[rosco rathbone]

I found on Craigslist a while back, a fascinating personal ad by a woman claiming to be a beautiful yoga adept and "acolyte of Kali" who sought intercourse with a beastly, ugly man in order to disorient and derange her preconcieved notions.

I sent her an email telling her of my own parallel obsessions, sexual philanthropy &c., and she was good enough to respond but was obviously not interested in pursuing a furthur acquaintance.

It was fantasy fuel for a day or two, I assure you.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I'm more likely to be thinking "what's the deal this summer, we're all supposed to wear daisy dukes like sluts?"

This gave me a flash on your underrated, understated, but very real girly-girl side.

 

[Netzach]

I found on Craigslist a while back, a fascinating personal ad by a woman claiming to be a beautiful yoga adept and "acolyte of Kali" who sought intercourse with a beastly, ugly man in order to disorient and derange her preconcieved notions.

I sent her an email telling her of my own parallel obsessions, sexual philanthropy &c., and she was good enough to respond but was obviously not interested in pursuing a furthur acquaintance.

It was fantasy fuel for a day or two, I assure you.

You aint hit hard enough with the ugly stick for her, duh.

And re: the latter. Yeah. It flutters up to the surface sometimes.

 

[bridgeburner]

Wicked little tune that I heard on the local public radio station the other day by an artist I'd never heard of before: Jim Bianco. Reminds me of a cross between Tom Waits and Nick Cave. You can actually hear this tune at CDBaby where he's got his album for sale. I can't speak for the whole album, but this cut is soweet -- -if you do take a listen, remember it's the reprise which is the last cut of the album, not the first rendition.


Handsome Devil (reprise)

Pardon me and my rumble, sweet Angel
Could you give me just a spoonful
Just to calm my insides
They tremble

I'm hungry like the Devil, baby
The way you move through the smoke and gloom
I watch you take the room
My heart goes boom-boom-boom

Oh my dirty mouth
Oh my dirty mind
My filthy fingernails pull on your pony-tail

Tell me you need me
Tell me you need me
So I can leave you here behind

Tell me you need me
Tell me you need me
So I can leave

Goodness gracious, that face
It's invasive
I'm known to be persuasive
And I have a way with words, it's true
But I can't talk you into what you don't want to do

I cross my heart
I swear
"Mi diablo mola va faire" (IOW something Italian that I didn't catch)
Forgive me if I stare
Don't forgive me, I don't care!

I know you know I know
You wanna take it slow
But you know I know you know
I wanna take it all

Tell me you need me
Tell me you need me
So I can leave you here behind

Tell me you need me
Tell me you need me
So I can leave

 

[Peregrinator]

I really like this thread.

I just got caught back up after being away for a few days, so this may seem a little disorganized....

1) Remember the 80's band Berlin? They did a godawful song on the Top Gun soundtrack, "Take My Breath Away." They also did two albums at least before that, filled with wonderful lechery...songs like Sex ('I'm a...'), Torture, Pleasure Victim.

2) Nine Inch Nails: I Want To Fuck You Like An Animal

3) There's a moment in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas when Hunter has dropped Oscar off and is driving past a college, stops at a crosswalk, and *Cazart!* everything else, all the pain and chaos in the book leaves him for a moment as he leches on the young women.

4) Gray One, perhaps your increased arousal at the attention of unattractive men is a function of the unlikelihood of any real contact? Or also possibly the power that comes from knowing you turn someone on?

5) Re: the dark side of lechery, I'm pretty sure that two longterm committed relationships have been encouraged into the can by my lechery. Thank god my current wonderful one, the perfect mate, is as lecherous as I am and seems to enjoy it when I talk about it.

6) The first line of that song, Where have All The Cowboys Gone?: Ooh, you get me ready in your 57 Chevy... Who did that tune, anyway?

7)Doesn't it seem that lechery is a predominantly male trait? I know there are a lot of lecherous women, especially here on Lit--and I want to fuck every one of you like an animal--but in general, it's one of the sort of constant, stereotype-y nags that we hear...endless jokes, comments, complaints from both sides about men's lechery. Very little about women's, and then it tends to be something like," I wish some chic would look at me like that...."

It's wonderful to be back on this thread.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: I really like this thread.

5) Re: the dark side of lechery, I'm pretty sure that two longterm committed relationships have been encouraged into the can by my lechery. Thank god my current wonderful one, the perfect mate, is as lecherous as I am and seems to enjoy it when I talk about it.

I used to take a "just @#$% deal with it" attitude towards complaints about my lecherous ways but I think I will try to not be so lecherous anymore when out on dates and so on; unless I am doing it on purpose.

See it's like a sickness with me.

 

[Peregrinator]

Re: Re: I really like this thread.

I used to take a "just @#$% deal with it" attitude towards complaints about my lecherous ways but I think I will try to not be so lecherous anymore when out on dates and so on; unless I am doing it on purpose.

See it's like a sickness with me.

Yup. Me too. My current is a lecher herself. Bigtime. I don't have to tell her to just deal with it; she does very nicely. You go ahead and look at that ass, walk yourself into pipes. There's a genetic imperative for you to fuck everything you can. Discretion and logistics interfere with the practice, but, hey, we can enjoy the idea. There's a woman around here right now...much younger, cute, foreign accent...mmmmm. I won't touch her--professionalism, in this case, and more to the point, I'd be pauperized--but...mmmmmm. Say it with me: Mmmmmmmm.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Re: Re: Re: I really like this thread.

My current is a lecher herself. Bigtime. I don't have to tell her to just deal with it; she does very nicely. You go ahead and look at that ass, walk yourself into pipes. There's a genetic imperative for you to fuck everything you can. Discretion and logistics interfere with the practice, but, hey, we can enjoy the idea.

That's the kind of woman we need to breed more of.

 

[Wolf of Mibu 69]

My favorite example is Chris Farley (R.I.P. fellow fat guy) in Billy Madison as the bus driver. He's talking to Billy outside the school bus, and the hot teacher (in a skirt) starts going up the steps into the bus, and, barely breaking stride in the conversation, Farley cranes his head back to look up her skirt. He comes back with this great lecherous grin that causes me to chuckle deep in the back of my throat whenever I think of it (it's one of those things that comes back vividly). The he says "That Veronica Vaughn is one piece of ass," but emphasizes the 'a.' It's great.

 

[rosco rathbone]

My favorite example is Chris Farley (R.I.P. fellow fat guy) in Billy Madison as the bus driver. He's talking to Billy outside the school bus, and the hot teacher (in a skirt) starts going up the steps into the bus, and, barely breaking stride in the conversation, Farley cranes his head back to look up her skirt. He comes back with this great lecherous grin that causes me to chuckle deep in the back of my throat whenever I think of it (it's one of those things that comes back vividly). The he says "That Veronica Vaughn is one piece of ass," but emphasizes the 'a.' It's great.

Good eye for lechery in popular media.

Fat bastards have the lecherous edge, do they not?

 

[TaintedB]

Another important part of lechery is the facial expression. My favorite is the slight smile, which manages to be as superior and consdecending as it is lustful. I think the smile is condescending because, as Cricket said, the individual doing the leching is regarding one as an object of purrient use, not as a human being whose mind or even personality he wishes to get to know.

Combined with the smile, of course, is the impudent state, the eyes that undress their object and don't care how uncomfortable that makes her.

Another lech expression which I like less well in the open mouth. That expression always makes the lecher look a little naive to me, and when I see it I want to ask, "What's the matter, you never seen a pretty girl before?"

Taint

 

[GrayCricket20]

I am pleased that this thread isn't dead yet because I had an experience with lechery yesterday that I found enjoyable.

I was walking down the hallway of one of the classroom buildings on campus behind these two girls--both very sexy girls, very tight clothing, bordering on trashy, one in suffocatingly snug jeans and the other in one of those flouncy, scandalously short skirts that Netzach makes reference to, both in freakishly tight tank-tops. I myself was dressed a little less conservatively than usual as well. As I was behind them, and they were deeply absorbed in conversation, I was walking with my eyes at ass-level, until my attention was drawn away by an older man, very on the homely side, passing us in the opposite direction. He gave my body a very thorough, lecherous gaze while I continued to lech on the young women in front of me. It was nice. It was a moment of lecher solidarity, or something of that sort.

I wonder: are men turned on by seeing women lech on other women? Even just in passing--like, is it possible that he found me more attractive because I was clearly interested in women?

 

[Wolf of Mibu 69]

I'm not sure about that, but I've always enjoyed the smirk you referenced. I possess it myself. However, the absolute best is when you are totally molesting some hottie's supple ass visually, and you realize realize that a guy nearby is doing the exact same thing at roughly the same time he notices you. Lechery is best when it is shared by accident.

I usually give such a fellow lecher my best wolf's grin, which is both amused and menacing, which is how any lecher should exhibit the expression.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I am pleased that this thread isn't dead yet because I had an experience with lechery yesterday that I found enjoyable.

I was walking down the hallway of one of the classroom buildings on campus behind these two girls--both very sexy girls, very tight clothing, bordering on trashy, one in suffocatingly snug jeans and the other in one of those flouncy, scandalously short skirts that Netzach makes reference to, both in freakishly tight tank-tops. I myself was dressed a little less conservatively than usual as well. As I was behind them, and they were deeply absorbed in conversation, I was walking with my eyes at ass-level, until my attention was drawn away by an older man, very on the homely side, passing us in the opposite direction. He gave my body a very thorough, lecherous gaze while I continued to lech on the young women in front of me. It was nice. It was a moment of lecher solidarity, or something of that sort.

I wonder: are men turned on by seeing women lech on other women? Even just in passing--like, is it possible that he found me more attractive because I was clearly interested in women?

That was like, a lechery hat-trick, or a lechery champagne-fountain...still looking for the proper words; but it WILL enter the lexicon!

 

[rosco rathbone]

However, the absolute best is when you are totally molesting some hottie's supple ass visually, and you realize realize that a guy nearby is doing the exact same thing at roughly the same time he notices you.

Spot on.

At the higher levels of lechery or dare I say, meta-lechery , a lecher such as I becomes quite adept at spotting lecherous situations almost before they happen, and then just pervs on he lecherous participants. The sexual object is of no account; other than as catalyst.

I've used my mirrored wraparound shades to enjoy perving on a perv perving on some assmeat, isotope unobtainium 235; far more in latter years than to watch actual girls.

This feeds into many of my more esoteric perversities such as black philanthropy.