To become a mean bitch means one is saying what one thinks, not liking what one is getting, not liking what one sees and hears. I am stating it is sickening to look at you, what you do and choose not to do.

There are things I like but this is not it. What is it that women are given? Women should be grateful for everything is the default. To be grateful is something else. Yes one can be grateful but content for what one is given, to settle to this oppression, sexism, sadism, torture you offer I never will and truly hope no one else will either. Situation is not changing for any better, you are stupider than I ever thought was possible, abyss of stupidity swallows all. Oh well I haven’t appreciated intellect of humans enough and I still probably don’t. The same is the situation in general. Intellectuals are those who speak up and against, they act when they see injustice. That is the number one characteristic of an intellectual.
Thank you for the praises for the looks, for the clothes, for the ass, for looking so youthful, for being so nice and smiling like I really meant it all the time. It means that I am very happy and content all the time and because I like you guys just because I like guys :). Yes I suck your dick gladly. It is my duty and delight, how delicious. How fucking dare you. Most men and women are immature jackasses who think they are centers of the universe. I should like you? Why the fuck should I. I don’t have such manners and sleaziness in me to like people who do not have backbone. No reason. There is no liking. Liking is mere air, push of a button, virtual reality but what does it resonate is nothingness. There is contempt, hatred, foulness, bitterness, backstabbing, world led by indifferent asslickers who don’t wish to make a difference because they are scared. People are scared little fuckers, scared to stick ones’ necks out for a cause, for someone else. World is ruled by self-interest purely to destruction.

Act of bomb shell

Something began with Mae West continuing to Jane Mansfield and Marilyn Monroe to whom many blond big breasted beautiful women in limelight are connected. The biggest role for Norma Jean Baker was Marilyn Monroe and it was not bad acting at all. Marilyn Monroe perfected celebrity performance live act. How could anybody say she was a bad actress? Stupidity, clumsiness, unaware flirting supposed weaknesses of female sex embodied as a childlike doll, inabilities, drunkenness, forgetting her lines and singing. Who is she like when she is like that, why do we tolerate her like that, let her do what she does and adore her, are endlessly interested in her still? Was she doing what she was told to do, to act nice and look beautiful, smile, wave, walk, be perky bubbly adorable magnet. If you are not smiling you are troubled and rumors get wings, there are pictures of you with wrinkles on your forehead, hand on your face, face looking sad, you distant and depressed-looking. Sad beauty is not fun. She is pathetic and it is time to find a new one who will entertain us with her moves and nonsense kind of puppuppiduu and I love you’s. Is she on medication, does she do drugs, why does she drink? What is her problem? How can someone so beautiful have such problems?
That she is a manipulating calculating bitch who knows what she is doing turns the thing of childish stupidity around and her more of a product of her own doing. She is like a victim but she does it herself. Nobody is forcing her to become the sex bomb other than herself but sex bombing is the way for her to be seen and get ahead in her career. She gets to be noticed. There is interest in her, she is wanted to be seen, perform, asked to TV-shows, interviewed. What is the interest in with whom she is having sex? Sex is what gets us to be interested in her and how she is sexual in front of us, what she is daring to do and behaving ways most of us wouldn’t dare in public. To look at someone who is daring is a turn on, exciting and fun, a riot kind of boost. She is crossing a limit, stepping over and looking what happens.
Then we do not know the whole story and we start inventing what is she like and why is she doing what she does, what is her motivation, what is her problem, is she talented at all, what does she have what others do not. She is using us for her benefit, isn’t she? Seduction of come look at me, look what I have got, would you like to touch and have a piece of me, dream of me, just look at me. Tragedy is when sex bomb cannot be anything else even though she would like to. We don’t want her as anyone else but as that posing body wearing a tight dress and smiling face which is eternally youthful white pure but dirty underneath. All is told but nothing is said. Something remains the same and is like a circle. White blond bleached retouched lifted up tightened squeezed into erased immortalized repeated over and over again. Is she in trouble, is she the trouble, what did she do, who does she think she is? She is nothing and everything, she is diminished and made big. What a contrast and battle to have. How is it possible to stay in that role, keep that pose, keep that white and that form of body?

Art hires bullies and incompetence: my well-educated analysis which is based on experience. Experience is bad which I have been wondering how I am so unlucky, or there truly is something seriously wrong but not enough leverage to make that needed change. Some parties do not look for change in art because stagnant state of things works better for them.

When one first begins studying sculpting and your teacher is sexist chauvinist, strongly biased male to whom pedagogy seems to be an unknown concept, one gets a pretty good idea of what to expect when one graduates. So it all is educational after all. There are no illusions whatsoever of what lies ahead and how slowly things change in the arts, which hugely relies on tradition, what comes to gender roles, social and career mobility, position and power of institutions and money, what is good art, what can be shown and said. Mostly art looks back so keenly because it likes the male heroes. Needless to say I have argued and questioned a lot at art school and was deeply unliked because of that. Old fashioned are also ways to do business, put up exhibitions, funding, how artists and artistry are seen and treated, how much there is preconception and thinking you know even when you do not know shit. That is of course when you need the consultants. You can always rely on knowledge of a consultant but artist is an underdog if he or she is not well-known and well-networked. What else is there other than self-interest and all one can do is work for only one’s own benefit, why else do it. Business in which one has to be an expert and know a lot there are many doing the work who do not have the needed capabilities: understanding, courage and knowledge, capabilities to spark change, unbiased, only talk is what happens, which does not change anything, just like politicians do.

As curious as it sounds when you start looking at the issue of what kind of people are drawn to business of art, it could not be more clear: it is made to those who strive to win, be best at posing or at least look like they are good at something, mostly the latter. The importance of image cannot be emphasized enough. To work in art you have to have a big ego to stand behind your work, be confident enough to stretch as far as possible with ideas of your own, try out ideas which you believe in and very often only you, fail or succeed, and accepting the result to move on with all the enthusiasm possible. What kinds of results we accept as a community and in what kind of environment we want to work plays a big part of how to choose one’s perspective, on which side to stand and look into the scene where one is to create, be creative. How creative is the art world? What is the scene where art is shown or made to exist and why is it so narrow and unwelcoming? It is not new that narcissism is a regular trait for artists and in the arts in general and need to be admired for one’s position, networks and art must be one thing probably. All want to have the fame, which is one thing essential in art, admiration, grandiose, infinity, eternal art and eternal unforgettable artists, heroes. Artists are admired when they get fame and fortune. Fame is much talked about as it is the gold pot which might be found when one is talented and lucky enough. What is luck, how one gets lucky and what is part of talent there? It is a weird business where money circulates, art gets centered to certain places and artists have to be presented in certain places to have a name, be seen by right people and be noticed within the system. So to be stepped over is not irregular, to be sexually harassed either, minimised, discriminated, talked about in ill manner happens regularly. There are things to be expected but still they strike always as surprise because one wants to believe in kindness and good intentions. Cynicism is the first impression I get, always. It is no wonder, I am always up against a crowd of fanatics who think they know better and are better because art is about finding the truth, being good and admired, and those who are on pedestals think, they have found it and are deserving of their status.

There are those who like to repeat over and over again one idea, imprint it where ever they can because it is theirs and it represents the good they have come up with, themselves, something unchangeable, an era, an -ism, history, tradition, spectacle, experience after which tourists are expected to travel and spend money for. When we starve the idea of art into movable modules that function as branded palaces for money, it is art for money and art for business’ sake. It is tourism that dictates and the tourist is offered an art awe grandiose to witness and experience, remember, photograph, be educated by. An art awe is.., sensation, uplifting, knowledge, learning, the act of looking and feeling the once in a life experience, time to touch, something grand again, special, new or old and spectacular, always bigger and more expensive. To find the spectacular it has to be imported. Interesting is when new art is made it often is made in the marginal and by those who have rebelled the establishment, education, hierarchy and traditions, those who have made the most interesting art and have had the lasting changing impact on art are the dissidents. Always there is a clash and crush necessary for that necessary change to happen. The procedure of producing art is machinery of media coverage, expensiveness, size, names, what catches the eye, mind and heart. To preserve quality and process of the creating progress and the new which can be exciting, cynicism is not good at all.

Artist, captor of light http://www.words-to-use.com/words/art/

Obsession over appearance and need to tell all about a person via looks. When appearance is trusted more than the actual body of work.

For me it has been a weird notion to realize that I cannot be ugly or beautiful. I actually should not exist, my qualities are too much to take, to believe me is impossible and me impossible to accept. Too much is the difference and not knowing where to place someone who has many skills is a strange dilemma. Expectation for both qualifications beautiful and ugliness is that the person is mentally retarded when too beautiful or too ugly, not to mention what one does for living. You should have made it bigger since you are so beautiful or no wonder you didn’t make it since you are so ugly. Or beautiful people don’t have to worry because they will manage. There will always be need and opportunities for those looking good. Temptation to put down is too easy to go for but is exactly why chance is taken, easy ways are for the lazy. In any case need to push that person who cannot be tolerated beneath is immediate, it is a test in continuum without other results than maybe an understanding for those who do sadists acts because they can. Bullying is an act of low where civil people should not go but do over and over again.
Vanity is the worst obstacle for progress and unity. What a tragedy for that person who is judged by appearance so shortsighted. It is a tragedy also for those who do the judging especially when there is no way for apology and admitting wrong doing since damage is severe and dignity is lost. Appearance does not correlate with what brain is capable of doing nor does gender, clothing, place of origin, how much money the person has etc. Smart phones do not make us smart, NY does not glorify us as people nor give more professional excellence to your persona or your work as such, it is what you have to contribute, what you stand for, why you do your work. When you stand for vanity and see it as good thing, as does most of the world, then value is build via things and scenes that stand for looking good, having a good life, defining good life via things, prosperity, possibilities, cool and new vibes, greed follows.

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/11/09/opinion/being-dishonest-about-ugliness.html?WT.mc_id=D-NYT-MKTG-MOD-56642-1114-HD&WT.mc_ev=click&WT.mc_c=“So how is a child to grapple with the savage social hierarchy of “lookism” that usually begins in the playground, if adults are so clumsy about it? The advantage of beauty has been long-established in social science; we know now that it’s not just employers, teachers, lovers and voters who favor the aesthetically gifted, but parents, too.”

https://kenanmalik.wordpress.com/2012/03/04/why-both-sides-are-wrong-in-the-race-debate/

When sadism is an acceptable way to solve human relations and a suitable practice to function in society, to interact and gain, is to interact even a correct word to use?

Sadism is an every day image that is in many ways mainstream more than we like to admit. It is a perversion and seen a marginal desire where causing pain brings pleasure, where fetishism and play tools play an important role. Sadism represents position of privilege and entitlement, it is a practice of hierarchical and militant system where mind games and manipulation are to test, humiliate, put down and torture. Dictators and tyrants use sadistic methods to rule with fear to keep the people from rising up. Therefore it is a surprise how closely we can get to sadistic patterns of thought in a school for example or any system in which making it to fame and fortune is extremely hard and to be on top is the ultimate dream. Such role play is usual when it comes to men and women and their needs, how they are met and how women make it in their careers or in life in general. How tempting it is to use power over those who want to be adored and successful or who simply want to have the same opportunities as men have but have to fight many times harder and be better to get what men get easier. It is a moral choice, ethical choice, an outlook on humanity where people are segregated into animals and humans, superior and inferior, pure and filthy and trying to learn away from this old mindset. Such moral choice involves every human being. We must stand on a side. To think animals are lower of us and that there are people who are lower because their education and standard of living is not as high as of those who are with power and wealth is still a normalcy and to me it seems like many do not want equality as it it good for the few to be stinking rich and think that wealth is lifting those few up in hierarchy between people.

Beings are targets to hit. Who gets to aim or has the audacity to take that liberty? We can be cattle or decision making individuals who can make a difference and choose not to aim those who are underdogs. To lift up takes a strong person, to hit and bully is far more simpler, it is a simplest strategy to ‘solve’ complex situations and relations where the target is hit into silence and obedience. Those who do the act of separation learn it and think it is their right, act of judging, performance of taking power of God into hands of people, taking word of God into a violent act as if God as he is almighty had give this power to the chosen ones, for those lucky ones. One chooses to be sadistic, interesting is when it happens that sadism loses and does not seem a winning method. What kind of stand point one takes concerning violent behavior altogether is essential, how will one living in a violent environment speak against violence which is everywhere and do peaceful meaningful acts that are more powerful that those bloody ones? What kind of violence do we see, are used to seeing, using against others and what kind of violence is used against us is how we become to see our power in relation to others, how we can make an impact and be powerful. Important is to recognize what is violent behavior and a violent act, where do we draw the line and how much do we hide violence as it has moved further from reach to do something about and behind veils of anonymity. How willing are we to stand alone against an angry mob, an angry regime which moves and reacts with emotional force to put down those who are against violence. How does reason and analysis defend what is right and just when reason is lost in a crowd that thinks is absolutely correct. Where does one stand on moral map, what does one do to do morally right and how does one act towards other people who do despite all moral rules against what is right. It is the most important decision done by anyone in life and a path to take on which we are in relation to each other and the world, how do we use one another and are used. To find justice seems to be awfully difficult. Relationships are always give and take situations, question is what is given and what is taken. What do we want from other people and how do we get the things we want.

By dictionary to interact is when two or more share an act, a piece, a play acting upon each other. Sadist act truly is a kind of interaction when it is done with permission willingly wanting to hurt, liking to cause ill and damage, looking to gain pleasure from someone else’s pain and for someone to be a submissive servant and slave. Real damage does not occur in this role play. The one who wants to be enslaved, tortured, humiliated, acted upon violently in a sadomasochistic role play has willingly chosen that role. When sadism functions in real life without asking permission pleasure and benefit is only for the one who causes hurt. Such one-sided play is quite common nowadays virtually with that distinct difference that most sadistic acts are done without permission, with meaning to truly hurt and maybe without knowledge of who the sadist is, the violator, abuser and bully. Surveillance, torture, humiliation, ripping off dignity and stalking go hand in hand. Such violating acts of privacy, human rights, human worth and ownership are done with justification of security, fun, rights of superior and more powerful since everybody is a suspect, target, a slave and sadism is already seen as normal,, something we should get accustomed to, learn to tolerate because it is a scary world where we are protected by surveillance. I speak of sadism which is also a term of sexual reference and tone and which behavior is as I claim normal. What kind of sexuality does our use and understanding of sadism manifest? To hurt someone bring pleasure to the one doing the hurting, bring enjoyment which has to be repeated, financial and social benefit setting boundaries so that there are people who can hurt and those who are out of reach. To humiliate and hate online, at work, at school seem to be no different, they are about the same problem of people solving power balance between them, showing who has power and what it is to use power over people because there is lot to gain and things to lose.

http://www.aljazeera.com/programmes/specialseries/2015/11/islamic-state-isil-taliban-afghanistan-151101074041755.html

 

Why is cruelty a dominating practice?

Is cruelty a dominating feature in humans? It certainly dominates to news. In certain realities cruelty dominates the whole of life experience. How do we select how to behave and act towards others and ourselves? Do we become cruel when our environment is cruel to us or do we act against cruelty, against all odds? Despite we get hurt ourselves do we fight against cruelty and do not fall into trap of being cruel as revenge? How do we prevent us from being cruel is of course to know what is cruel and what is good to do and what is not. Things gained via cruelty are not worth having is the first piece of advise to understand. How do we understand and obey such an advise in a cruel world? We have to know worth of the other in correlation and relation to us no matter how far, how strange, how poor. When others do not have value of ours to measure, to compare with us cruelty becomes easily a tool to manifest power over those others who are less according to measurements. Logic many times is when one has less one is less. How do we measure is interesting. Such mindless calculations can and often are very irrational without any factual base. We just like to think we are superior because.

Levels of appreciation and worth are plain and fairly obvious to see and they are continuously there in our every day to place people in to their places from which they have to work and live. It looks like a game of survival which can get bloody. Cruelty may get zillions of forms as we are an imaginative and idea rich individuals, at least so we like to think of ourselves. We also like to reason our cruelty as justified. To me it has become to seem as if most people do not recognize cruelty as a flaw and wrong in what they do. It is therefore accepted as part of a survival game where we must fight and find our place. To a certain extent it is justified to have such a fight. I find it essential part of individual development. Cruelty can have justification of the strong due to this knowledge that we have to fight to get something and when we have gotten what we wanted we have to protect it.

Is there any answer to the question of extent and bloodiness, answer to cruelty? Never plain and simple?

Viva la librtat said bimbo sex machine

Fucking pervert and discursive possibilities.

eroticism that never leaves because we desire, never is wiped away because we want to be wanted, attempts to get rid off any sexual reference is useless, an itch, a curse, a need, a part to play

There are erotic things we recognize erotic immediately, blond hair, showing full breasts and full lips (hah), accessories like black high heels, black underwear, anything black and tight clothing around toned bodies is a sign, a message and we look at such sights if they are there, because we enjoy them. We enjoy with our eyes. All kinds of reactions come about, thoughts. The more detailed, decorated the more burlesque, luring, luxurious, tempting and naughty, denied, banned, pushed away like horror that would reveal us what we really want. Erotics is an art of detail. We may think of those things if they are not present, dream of such things to wear or to look at. We look at the muscles, limbs, body parts, shapes, what is shown and what is not. Where does eroticism begin, come from is that we don’t have to look for it. It appears effortlessly, or seemingly with little effort. There are common sexually interesting features and materials which arouse savor, they are the clichés we are accustomed to, we are fed with, banalities of what sexuality is in mainstream. What is it?. Erotics is overused, capitalized. Porn is grotesque and obscene. I find it a necessary vent even the clichés: pvc-outfits, higher heels that are impossible to walk on, make-up, posing, fantasizing. Ultimately naked bodies in twisted positions. Something full dripping over, leaking over like liquid. Something that is erotic is never boring. It is still a task to put it in writing what is erotic. Human body is erotic to put it simple.

Erotica is a language that we should be able to speak, but often fail to for whatever reasons, mostly denial, fear and disgust. It is effortless but contradictory conflicting and difficult to approach. We can be naive or cynical about it. It is easy and impossible, but it is there not going away. Maybe it just is tacky, smelly and unpleasant remainder of our bestial self to put it in stereotypically normative frame. Something we like to forget. Sexuality is interesting since it does not fit in frames we so much like. It is something we like to reject, reject as a possibility, positive and joyful part of everyday. Because erotics for us is not an everyday mode, not for many women at least, not for us reasonable people who hide that side of ours, it is difficult and religion has something to do with this. It is intolerable and too enjoyable, too pushy, disgustingly everywhere, because it is not coded as the good positive thing to have but sinful, dirty and wrong that needs to be pushed distant but is force-fed, we are in constant difficulty with our sexuality.

To feel ashamed by eroticism, to hide behind a bashful little laughter. We are grown into feeling ashamed when we watch something erotic. Something that belongs to bedrooms and dark places, something, again, shameful a part of us so much that without erotic thoughts, images, desires, deeds we feel we are missing something essential, but we have to miss it to like it. Eroticism cannot be an everyday object. Objects are dead. We may be too practical for it to live with us as fully accepted part, maybe it is pragmatism to deny horny feelings. Erotica is never fully accepted, therefore we are damned. We are cursed by our desire, because of the inescapable nature of our existence. We cannot escape ourselves. Maybe sexuality would lose its edge if it was fully accepted as whatever forms it takes. What do you think? Would we be too liberated and get bored with the whole thing? To reject eroticism we become less human trying to achieve a perfect senselessness, obedient order of things without distractions or temptations.

Eroticism is cheap, it is sold and bought, true. That is much of eroticism today, a consumed item, a consumed feeling, body, intercourse, image, song, movie, advertising. Or is it so expensive we rarely can afford it? We cannot tolerate to be seen as sexual, as wanting sex.

http://review31.co.uk/article/view/314/the-rotating-bed“The weirdness of the image of Hefner in his PJs talking domesticity is doubled as we imagine this meeting of him and a similarly attired Preciado through the TV screen in the middle of the night. Just as Preciado’s curiosity stops him sleeping, so we are reeled in with a desire to see an organisation which is rarely regarded as representing anything more than the most superficial and exploitative entertainment from a totally unimagined angle.” 

Concept of Fuckability

Maybe I have to open this a little bit (how about it?) and sex-appeal.
I would like to stick something inside you. It is madness. She is mad.