As I came of age in the 1960s, my older brother and I relished a visit to my grandmother’s house in Westbrook, Maine, since piles of National Geographic were stacked chronologically in her attic. We would disappear into the dusty atelier for hours, poring through the years for photos of naked women; mostly African, Asian, Melanesian, or Amazonian. It was our first exposure to naked women, however neither of us understood why white women were racially unacceptable to the editors of the National Geographic and their exclusion from my early years of sexual awakening meant that the only other source to see naked white women was in stroke books and those women accepted everything. To this day a white woman clothed or naked conjures up a succubus of deviant behavior. Maybe if national geographic had published photos of naked white women on a beach in the South of France I'd hold my females of my racial make-up in higher esteem.
At least sexually,
1 comment:
Bro, we don't know each other, but this photograph brought me to your blogspot via a google image search. She is a remarkably beautiful woman, isn't she?
I just wanted to tell you that despite the fascinating form of this exquisite female creature, I found your writing appealing enough to read the entire month's worth of entries; quite an entertaining diversion, sir.
I will disagree with you about skinny women, but wholeheartedly agree on National Geographic. I also might come read your blog some more in the future.
Sincerely,
Dreazie Mobbins
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