What's your porn?

[bholderman]

Thats not porn, thats heaven.

I got this link from someone who knows me oh so well, and... mmmmmmm... happy sighs.

This is my porn. I could go sit inside any one of those sacred spaces, breathe in the aroma of paper, vellum, leather and ink, and completely lose myself in arousal... heaven help the poor dominant man who comes upon me in such a trance-like state. (ahem )

So... what is your porn? I don't mean "typical" porn/sex type stuff. What mundane ordinary thing is it that hits you on that core level and makes your very soul vibrate with electricity?

 

[Lurnk]

Great thread.

I'm another for books and the quiet serenity of bookstores. It's the new book smell that affects me the most. I'll hold the books to my nose for the longest moments before even reading them. I love the feel and bend of softcover books as well.

Wooden pencils are another joy for me, again for the scent, especially the pretty Ticonderoga pencils. Fortunately, they feel and write smoothly. The black ink of certain pens gives me a thrill, too--it's like gel ink, but less like water and more like blood. I like the glossy thickness of it, the way it makes my words bold and clear.

Cleanliness and organization are other creators of that special kind of happiness.

 

[bholderman]

For me its the old, used book stores. That aroma of age and memory, books that wree nearly art pieces in themsleves. Then you open the front cover and there is a handwritten note written back in 1930 from a loved one.

 

[FurryFury]

I got this link from someone who knows me oh so well, and... mmmmmmm... happy sighs.

This is my porn. I could go sit inside any one of those sacred spaces, breathe in the aroma of paper, vellum, leather and ink, and completely lose myself in arousal... heaven help the poor dominant man who comes upon me in such a trance-like state. (ahem )

So... what is your porn? I don't mean "typical" porn/sex type stuff. What mundane ordinary thing is it that hits you on that core level and makes your very soul vibrate with electricity?

My porn is also your porn.

*smiles happily*

 

[graceanne]

This is such an awesome thread, but I'm so tired today that all I can think about is my bed. LOL I'll definately return once I'm a bit more rested, and less brain dead.

 

[SubKekiLee]

For me it is ....

Good Opera music... like Pavarotti ( RIP) and a new one named Paul Potts

Music makes me happy when I am sad....

the smell of a clean house, neatly organized and in order

a hot bath with candles and rose petals...

and OH the smell of myD when I first walk up to him

 

[CutieMouse]

Great thread.

Wooden pencils are another joy for me, again for the scent, especially the pretty Ticonderoga pencils. Fortunately, they feel and write smoothly. The black ink of certain pens gives me a thrill, too--it's like gel ink, but less like water and more like blood. I like the glossy thickness of it, the way it makes my words bold and clear.

Something you might be interested in:

The Pencil: A History of Design & Circumstance

The same author wrote The Book on the Bookshelf

 

[CutieMouse]

For me its the old, used book stores. That aroma of age and memory, books that wree nearly art pieces in themsleves. Then you open the front cover and there is a handwritten note written back in 1930 from a loved one.

Ohhhh yeeessssss... except (snob that I am), marginalia needs to be pre-1900 to flip my switch; pre-1800 typeface piques my interest; pre-1700 and I start to "swoon"; expose me to incunabula, and I become a giddy quivering puddle.

Sigh. I am such the freak.

 

[reignophelia]

This is mine. I love the color, the movement, and the fragile glossy surface. The best part yet....its all blown.

I like glass as well, and have a great appreciation for it. My father is a glass blower. Now he makes vacuum tubes for government contracts, but at one time he made sculptures and jewelry - even had his own shop...

 

[sureibu]

I like glass as well, and have a great appreciation for it. My father is a glass blower. Now he makes vacuum tubes for government contracts, but at one time he made sculptures and jewelry - even had his own shop...

I love shops that sell glass art. I could spend all day looking at the sculptures and bowls and whatever else the artist can think up. I'm sure your father is a very talented man. I have great respect for someone who can put up with the physical demands and quick work that it requires.

You can also add rain to my porn. A good thunderstorm and the sound of the rain hitting the roof makes me giddy. And the clean smell outside as it rolls in....mmmm.

 

[Lurnk]

Something you might be interested in:

The Pencil: A History of Design & Circumstance

The same author wrote The Book on the Bookshelf

This looks like a very good read. Thank you lots and lots.

 

[northwoods_sub]

There are two things that really get my motor running so to speak. The first has to be orchestra music. Violins, viola, cello, bass, they can just lift me out of my seat and make me float.

The other would have to be maps of biochemical pathways, cell receptors and how they work. I seriously get hot over this stuff. Yes I do know that I am an uber science geek, and I am okay with that. lol

 

[midwestyankee]

Well-made furniture by true craftsmen.

Such as http://thosmoser.com/ and Chris Becksvoort.

 

[CutieMouse]

Thank you for introducing me to Becksvoort's work; it took me back to hanging out in my dad's woodshop as a little girl.

 

[wouldloveto]

Classic English (and German) cars!

Some of you mentioned smells...

There is nothing like the smell of worn leather, oil, and the slightest hint of petrol in an old Jag, Triumph, Porsche or MB!

Then there is the thrill of the drive, the throb of power, the control over the machine...

ah...

I have to go for a drive!

 

[HB1965]

Would you believe YouTube? Ever since I discovered that place I've begun making my own videos, and I swear it's like crack. I have a lot of ideas in head for videos, and I just bought a new video camera off of Ebay so I can make more. I'm in trouble now

 

[FurryFury]

Some of you mentioned smells...

There is nothing like the smell of worn leather, oil, and the slightest hint of petrol in an old Jag, Triumph, Porsche or MB!

Then there is the thrill of the drive, the throb of power, the control over the machine...

ah...

I have to go for a drive!

OMG!

I'm big into smells I enjoy. Often I'll ask to smell someones food or drink. It's so wonderful! Better than eating it!

My current "guilty pleasure" is this:

http://www.discountcoffee.com/FolgersSingles.htm

I open the package and just sniff at it like a junkie with a line of coke OMG it's so wonderful!

Then I add this, swiss miss, rich, dark, European, hot chocolate. Tearing that open and sniffing it too.

OMG!

Blend together, top with milk or even better, half and half. It's not a bad drink but really, just sniffing is heaven!

 

[NemoAlia]

Yarn. All different fibers and colors, different weights and lofts, stacked in cubes up to the ceilings of a well-lit store with lots of comfy seating and good people to hang with.

 

[EmpressFi]

water... any body of water... a lake.. a river.. an ocean.. the sound it makes when it hits the shore..the sound of breathing if I float, everything submerged but my nose.. the feel of it moving over my skin..

 

[Homburg]

In the face of great libraries and operas, this seems crass, but my porn is physical activity that pushes me to the edge of my capacity.

http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff83/HomburgHat/4300_yellowcharcoal.jpg

This is one of my favourite ways. I've never felt more incredibly alive than when I really push myself. One in particular stands out, as it was the an awful ride and resulted in multiple injuries (including a fractured bone in the forearm, and the loss off a 2"x14" inch strip of skin on that arm), yet I could feel the energy of it to the pits of my soul. The birds were singing in the trees, the breeze was alive on my skin, and I felt like I could reach out and touch the plants and rocks and such with out even moving. Electrifying.

I finished that ride completely destroyed and my bike needing repair, but was deeply soul-satisfied with it. Nothing like blood asnd sweat and grime and pain and still going on anyway for another 40 minutes of riding even though everything tells you to stop.

And I laid on a jetty at the lake for 20 minutes afterwards, soaking up the sun and aching, feeling like everything was right with my world, mangled bones, tortured skin and all.

Complete effort is my porn.

 

[Homburg]

That said, I hold a special place in my heart for used book stores. I found one on a trip to Manhattan that blew me away. There was a dictionary there, full of four-color plates, maps, and such from 1931. I got it for a dollar. Dictionaries were much, much cooler back then.