Discussion»Questions»Beauty» Beauty Enforcement Laws enacted! You are required to undergo plastic surgery. What part of your body gets a make-over? Nip-Tuck!
First the government would have to make the surgery free of cost and guarantee no botched operations. I'd have a gentle facelift to put me back to about 50 years old and the skin tightened to lose the wrinkles on upper arms and thighs.
It's an odd thing growing old. In youth, one hates the fact that several times every day while commuting to and fro on life's essential trips, men hassle. They don't want to know you as a human being, they don't want a relationship. They make it blindingly clear that to them you are nothing but a sex object. You ignore them and go about your business until one day one of them attacks - and you're never the same again.
By thirty, the men have ceased to hassle and the world finally becomes a safe place. But they look - they look with a certain kind of eye - an eye that is hard to interpret - leaves you guessing - never knowing what they think.
By fifty - men everywhere treat you with friendly kindness, offer to carry heavy bags of mushroom compost to the car for you.
Aging. It is a slow turning from glaring notice-ability to quiet invisibility. Welcomed by some, Feared by others. seemingly Inevitable either way. Why must it be this way? As a gay man, I am well aware of the phenomena. So I can sympathize and oft times empathize somewhat with how a woman might feel. I often think that the homosexual community is too focused on youth and outer glamour in a rather shallow attempt to gain favor in the eyes of those we wish to attract. I believe that we fail to properly lend importance to displays of inner beauty. In the interest of being genuine, I must call myself out here, for I have been guilty, "times 10", of this on occasion. As the years keep going by, I see how opportunities that come so easily to youth, may pass on by as well. Of course, we know it can happen in the realm of hormonally charged coupling, but it also happens in the job market too. Even Sharonna railed against these ideas two days ago when they manifested here in the answerMug forums. I'm not sure why we even have the saying, "Beauty Is Only Skin Deep". I disagree. I think it starts inward and works its way out. It is as deep and wide and high as the heart's potential to love. That to me is real Beauty.
Having said all that, in the interest of full disclosure, I must confess I currently have over 10,000 pics of hot men and twinks on my flash drives. So, there's that. LOL!
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 17, 2019 1:39 PM MDT
The eyes are often the first sensory input when we meet someone - it's where we get the first bits of info - which is probably why we humans tend to leap too soon to conclusions about what we see. Given the nature of male libido, that visual input seems to shoot to the hippocampus - which relays it like lightning to the gonads. It seems nature wants to bypass the neocortex, perhaps for obvious reasons.
It doesn't work the same way for women. We do like the look of a good looking man - but it's not a dominating influence. Emotions and relationship define choice. Probably because nature hopes to select the best daddies.
I agree with you about inner beauty, Twinkle. The spiritual qualities - honesty, empathy, love, respect, trust, responsibility, kindness, openness, wisdom the delightful ones - playfulness, sensuality, humour, adventure, intelligence and creativity... Who has not met someone they adore because of these qualities? They're the traits that make lasting beauty and relationships.
This post was edited by inky at July 17, 2019 2:13 PM MDT
But I almost think it's like a Portrait of Dorian Grey thing. Somewhere there must be a pic of me that's absorbing all the moral and physical wear & tear.
If that thing ever goes public I'll need a full body transplant.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 17, 2019 12:20 PM MDT
Everytime I fart I get accused of giving people the raspberry. My Anus-lips are so big that I need to wrap them around a spoon handle before I tuck them into my pants or they'll chaffe. My Anus is so big, it has it's own satalite My Anus is so big that when I sleep on my belly, I need to put a board on my butt or the dogs fall in I went to the beach and someone tried to scrape my anus off, they thought is was a barnacle. I can no longer use the bathtub because when I sit in it, my anus creates a suction and I need to call paramedics to rescue me My Anus is so big, it's developed a personality of it's own and started putting Mexican children in cages
This post was edited by Jon at July 17, 2019 12:21 PM MDT
This post was edited by Jon at July 17, 2019 12:21 PM MDT
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