Eroticism

I really like how this thread tries to distinguish the erotic from the merely sexual, especially in the Bataillean sense of breaking boundaries and touching something ineffable. For me, the erotic is more about feeling, tension, and depth than physicality alone — almost like the sublime in Romantic art. On a related note, I came across some peripheral resources like https://hk-escort.com/ that explore how desire and attraction get represented in different cultural spaces, which might add another angle to this conversation.
 
erotic/eroticism to me means unraveling someone or the tension that’s involved in the before, the in between space of what it and what could be. bataille does a wonderful job at reaching into the space and pulling it like a well stretched muscle and turning that intimacy and taboo into something beyond the plane of human form.
 
Indeed! Eroticism, under his pen, has a lot to do with selfhood, and it’s explosion, it’s overflow out of seriousness, into exuberance. Or in his words, “opens to what’s beyond itself.”
 
Mirrors reflect, but I see mirrors as landscapes of dream wishes, refracted reality like the light of stars that we see in the sky at night. They are not the stars themselves, but their refractions that announe the presence of stars, millions of lightyears away. They pronounce longing, as well as distance, an unreachable sublime we are so much aware of, despite its unreachability.

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(C) Danya Kontorovich

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(C)Helmut Newton, for Vogue, October 1973

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Who is the 3rd pic? stunningly beautiful
 
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There is much to love about the eroticism of suggestion - from the curls in her hair, and the cascade of locks that guides our red he down her back to the twin moons of her lovely clefted buttocks wrapped, as it were, by her dress - we are caught in a web of intoxication. She is Power, but she is also Need
 
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There is much to love about the eroticism of suggestion - from the curls in her hair, and the cascade of locks that guides our red he down her back to the twin moons of her lovely clefted buttocks wrapped, as it were, by her dress - we are caught in a web of intoxication. She is Power, but she is also Need
It's a dead link for me after just 10 minutes.
 
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The woman is aware that her body is both vessel as well as instrument. Even if she chooses not to use it as an instrument, she walks through life with the acute awareness that she is pandora, Gaia, Cassandra, Daphne, Ariadne, all at once.
 
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It's because you're posting internal links. The photos have to be G-rated before lit will allow them. Otherwise has to be an external link.
 
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It’s as if Light and Shadow are complicit in her capture. See how they wrap around, coiling in serpentine ardour across the canvas of her body. The colours all conspire against her, and she blends, disappears, becomes nothing but a matter presence.
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There is much to love about the eroticism of suggestion - from the curls in her hair, and the cascade of locks that guides our red he down her back to the twin moons of her lovely clefted buttocks wrapped, as it were, by her dress - we are caught in a web of intoxication. She is Power, but she is also Need
Corresponding image for the above text is This!
 
I return to this all the time, like a guiding principle, a mantra, a religion, that singular architectural wonder of my body, of the bodies of women, the art derived from its soft, rolling lines. Men’s bodies are angular, and perhaps there is a beauty to that as well, but with women, it seems the universe teaches us how to see, teaches us how to stay still, to be in the moment where pure desire takes the shape of a woman
 
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