Fetish From the Editor
As Managing Editor for VenusBlogs, I spend a good portion of my day researching and reading everything there is out there on the subject of what makes women tick sexually. Oddly enough, in a world that is comprised of all body types and preferences, I’m still finding that when it comes to women’s fantasies and fetishes — I can’t get past the wall of boring stereotypes.
Does it really always have to boil down to the Patrick Swayze in the Saturday Night Live Chippendales skit fantasy? Hunks with bow ties and rip away pants? You know — I can accept that. I’m OK with the big, bruiser types, I’m even fine with muscles and hunks — I’m more than fine with the Vin Diesels and Dwayne Johnsons of the world. I’m even cool with the Viggo Mortensens and the George Clooneys. Alright, throw Channing Tatum in as well. I’m happy to Tatum. In fact, yes, let’s Tatum.
But still. Gabrielle wrote an article about feminism and porn yesterday. And it got me thinking: I don’t see what I want in porn. Ever. Which is why I don’t watch it. There’s nothing in porn that even slightly gets to me. And why? Because they never ever show the kind of guys I like, the ones that I’m so specific about that I’d have to honestly call it a fetish.
What do I like? What would I like to see pornified if I had my choice? Pretty boys with long hair. And no, I don’t mean Muscle Beach in a wig. I mean, male model types, skinny, pretty, tall and lanky. And the longer the hair, the better. And guess what? I’m not alone.
All over the world there are women who absolute fall on their faces for pretty boys. So…why is it assumed that the only thing that gets (straight) women hot are bulky macho men?
I’ve even had arguments with other women about this. One woman I know is so adamantly against my love for pretty boys that she attributes my passion for feminine looking men to some kind of deficiency in my character. Like, “You like men who look like women because you can’t handle real men.” Wrong, bitch, move along. Pretty boys are real men. And I’m not looking for a vagina down there. I know exactly what I like and though it may look like Emily Deschanel on top, it definitely looks like Channing Tatum on the bottom.
In my private little world, Venus is a man. Enjoy with me some of the men who float the editor’s boat. And don’t worry, once your perusal is done, I promise you’ll retain your status as card-carrying stud-loving female. For now, let’s suffer through this together.
Alex Rosaleny. Does this man need anything more?
Atsushi Sakurai. Would you honestly say no to sex with this man?
Fernando Balcevicz. Too pretty to deal with?
Igor Nigmatullin. I just don’t see much of a problem here.
So, for now, the bow ties and cuffs can stay over there. All those Village People get-ups and bow-chica-wow-wow bulge-a-thons — good for the gal who digs gladiators in fireman outfits. As for me, I’ll be kicking back with a Details magazine and a chaser of Men’s Vogue.
Have a great weekend, ladies. Cheers.