Jeez. It's just amazing.
Please note I'm not knocking Ms. W4 with any of the below, I'm just ruminating on human nature.
Look around this site, other sites of all types, all over the internet, newstands, every movie channel, your favorite 11 o'clock news weathergirl... Nipples! We've got nipples here, nipples there, nipples abounding, on the beach, in your fashion mags, threatening to poke through, teasing lowcut necklines, here, there, probably even in your closet. Yawn, ho-hum, just another part of life.
Nice, but probably nothing to write home about. Gotta be something pretty different to particularly take notice. Around here, we're likely all jaded experts on the topic.
BUT.
Take one nice but likely fairly ordinary pair of nipples - and Place Them Off Limits.
Keep Them Hidden.
Nobody is Allowed to See. Nope. Nobody.
Suddenly, it appears. An Aura. An aire of Mystique.
What's going on? Why can't we see?
Is there something different? Something Special?
What are we missing ?! I Have to KNOW!
Never mind the 1.5 Million nipples right over there enjoying the open breeze. I Have to know what's under Her specific palms over here, that for some Maddening reason I'm Not Allowed to See!
The thing is, nobody is being particularly targeted or abused. Such a thing can often be driven merely by modesty, or possibly simple insecurity. It doesn't even have to be on purpose.
But look at all the sweat, the desire, the used-up brainwaves cranked up (and then sent out into the aether in all kinds of weird ways), getting people to Affect one another.
Kinda strange and interesting, isn't it?
My observation about all this?
First the obvious - humans are one weird whacked-out bunch of animals - harboring, using, and both affecting/getting-affected-by each others' evolved complex and mostly illogical built-in responses. Both conscious and subconscious. Heh. Amazing it's worked and we've survived this long.
The other thing is - the hidden nipple effect illustrates that Human Sex is not simply a dance, or a body shape or curve, or a particular touch, or a smell, or even a throbbing heavy metal rhythm section.
It's an ever-evolving, insanely situational, multi-variate HEADSPACE.
There is something at least reassuring under all this, and I'm almost embarassed to find that it's root is an old adage:
While the names keep changing, at the core the outcome still remains mostly the same...
[ In this case: Fucking. And everything that goes along with that. But at the very least, fun and survival.]
-D'Artagnian
And the Beat goes On...
