Live and let live. To each his/her own. And yet… During the last few years, I noticed a disturbing metamorphosis. While I’d expect such from male members of the human species, better known as inveterate sex-maniacs, there is a growing number of women who once expected respect from men, who now write books with their front covers displaying naked, or mostly naked bodies. First, there were just females who stripped for the camera. Later, men with washboard stomachs, or muscular deltoids, were also expected to strip at least down to the waist, and display what evidently became most attractive to the present day females.
That’s right. Not his face, or his character, or his talent, or friendship, or position in life, but stomach and back musculature.
Women, likewise, decided that unless they strip and display primary or at least secondary sexual characteristics, then no man would even look at them. Again, no intellect, or grace, of charm, or innate femininity, let alone innocence, but sexual characteristics. (Remember Audrey Hepburn?) Perhaps they concluded that unless they display them, openly, on the front cover on virtually every book they write, no one would even look at it, let alone buy it.
It appears that we inscribed a full circle. We began as purely physical animals, and now we returned to our original fascination. No mind, no brain, no imagination, but… sex. Pure or dirty, no matter, as long as it is unadulterated sex.
They, the male and female members of our species, who write those books, call themselves “authors” — the title that had once been reserved for progenitors of literature. No insult intended. After all, live and let live, and it is their choice. But in my life, women will remain women, not just females.
Anyway, it seems that the Jains were right some 7 centuries BC. Evolution does move in cycles. We start as spirit and descend into abysmal materiality, only to be reborn as spirit once again. We shall see. Or at least, some of us will.
Evidently, I’m old-fashioned. For me, both, men and women are much more than a pieces of meat designed to sate each others animalistic desires. Hence, my concept of romance is different. Below, an example.
Marvin Clark, a man as shy as he is retiring, assumes a cloak of invisibility to protect himself from vicissitudes of everyday life. The only escapes he enjoys are into the inner worlds of his own making. Then, a beautiful woman enters his drab reality. Suddenly, the protective ramparts Marvin erected so carefully begin to crumble. Will she set him free?
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