Sexual heroes/heroines-who's yours?

[boyvenus4u]

Number one for me, the British painter Francis Bacon. Caught dressed up in his mother's clothes at the tender age of fifteen and thrown out of the house.
Went to Berlin where he was embraced by the Weimar Republic, and the rest, as they say, is history. I first came across his work when I was fifteen/sixteen. I too was wearing my mother's underwear, but was still living at home. There was no Weimar Republic. But I had his images, their madness to return too, that constantly told me I was sane.

Number two, Lee Miller the American model, photographer, journalist and general muse. Lived like a man when few women dared to even live. Her beauty, style and grace and general exhuberance were unremitting. See her coverage of the fall of the third reich which she did for Vogue. Sheer poetry.
See also Man Ray's painting of her tyrannous lips, pure heartbreak.

Apres chaque belle rancontre ilya toujours des blessures

3/Nijinsky. For making it ok to masturbate. See Apres Midi d'une Faune.

4/ David Bowie. For having the sheer balls to climb up on a satge in a bodystocking with an acoustic guitar and sing Ziggy Stardust.

5/ Sylvie Guillem. French dancer who can tell the time with her legs.

6/ Charles Baudelaire. For putting into words Lesbos and other condemned works which are still pure sexual fire. But only in French.

7/ Samuel Beckett. For making it ok to renouce the bed. And to make light of the whole bloody farce.

These few to be going on with....

Over to you!

 

[satindesire]

Erica Jong, for being so totally over the penis and so totally obsessed with the penis at the same time. Retaining femininity and power and passion and loving so hard and so fiercely that she scared the hell out of almost everyone she touched. Her stories are so much her life and so much her that reading them I can almost smell her perfume, and hear her voice in my ear.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Number one for me, the British painter Francis Bacon. Caught dressed up in his mother's clothes at the tender age of fifteen and thrown out of the house.
Went to Berlin where he was embraced by the Weimar Republic, and the rest, as they say, is history. I first came across his work when I was fifteen/sixteen. I too was wearing my mother's underwear, but was still living at home. There was no Weimar Republic. But I had his images, their madness to return too, that constantly told me I was sane.

I saw the Moderns Exhibition about 20 years ago when it travelled to Australia. It featured large works by Francis Bacon. They made quite an impact on me. If memory serves me correctly it was a 3 panel piece featuring what can only be described as an abattoir. hanging carcasses, blood and pandemonium . I was intreagued but I did not love it. My partner also an Artist on the other hand was smitten, he was so taken with the work he insisted we return and see the exhibition again a few days later. (I was happier with the Warhols....in hindsite trite I know.....smiles).

Soooooooooooo all the above is in aid of the following question if I may please boyvenus4u......what genre of Bacon's actual work ? The Cardinal.....the self portraits .........

I am intrigued and thank you in advance

"Francis Bacon Quotes"

I need the city; I need to know there are people around me strolling, arguing, fucking—living, and yet I go out very rarely; I stay here in my cage.

The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture and a highly creative feverishness. It is not like a drug; it is a particular state when everything happens very quickly, a mixture of consciousness and unconsciousness, of fear and pleasure; it’s a little like making love, the physical act of love.

It (painting) can be as violent as fucking, like an orgasm or an ejaculation. The result is often disappointing, but the process is highly exciting.

My painting is not violent; it’s life that is violent.

Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life.

My painting is a representation of life, my own life above all, which has been very difficult. So perhaps my painting is very violent, but this is natural to me.

Flesh and meat are life! If I paint red meat as I paint bodies it is just because I find it very beautiful.

We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream, and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.

The men I painted were all in extreme situations, and the scream is a transcription of their pain.

 

[satin_coals]

Annabel Chong for doing what we all thought was impossible: fucking 200 guys in 24 hours. Biggest gang bang in history. God damn!

Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is what you would call a SEX MACHINE!

or maybe just a bit of a ... uhhh .. slut? hehe

 

[boyvenus4u]

Ah Rebecca!

So good of you to come (smiles)...

On the subject of Francis Bacon quotes, here's one;

'Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends'

Do you know that one my dear? ( now wicked smile )...

I'm only joking. It's so good to hear from you again.

Now, let me see. Which paintings or period did I like the best, I think you asked me? Hmmm...

Why, that's simple. The Studies for Crucifixions, in particualr the one dated 1962. It's in the Guggenheim in New York. He finished it in 15 days. And it was one of those rare times when he drank deliberately to aid him sucessfully complete the work.

Visually, it's not as powerful as the first three studies which made his name, and which are housed in the Tate in London, but there is, for me, an even more malign menace at work here which has very powerful resonances.

In the left hand panel we can see the pincer like movement of an insect like carcass form which protrudes right out in the bottom left hand corner of the field of vision and from which a middle aged gentleman wearing a suit stands behind a boy in drag who is holding out a key to open a door. The violent red background is a clear signal for the trouble which lies ahead.

The central panel we see a skeletal form which appears to have been attacked, perhaps sprayed with machine gun fire...but the cadaver, for it is no longer a human being, rests in twisted hell, a visually haunting image if ever there was one conjuring up visions of all forms of ghastly twentieth century hell.

The finalpanel on the extreme right is of a huge worm like form which seems to be slithering its way backwards down a crucifix. I believe the influence is Cimabue, inverted crucifixion 1273-4. This introduces christian themes yet supercharged by an apocalyptic, post-atomic vision.

Bacon was a pagan, and so more closer to the Greeks, or the Egyptians whose theatre and scuplture he dearly loved, and whose influences on him and his work permeate throughout his entire ouvre.

I have had the pleasure to see his work live in the flesh in Paris, London and in Dublin where he was born.

Henry Miller has a beautiful couple of lines in Tropic of Cancer which are in perfect company here, and on this I will end;

'Only the killers seem to be extracting from life some satisfactory measure of what they are putting into it. The age demands violence, but we are only getting abortive explosions.'

With Bacon we get the whole war which rages daily within us, and outside of us. For this reason it is both eternal, and absolutely vital like a power or force which sends us back to life, as he himself intended it to, with an even greater thirst to acheive our own specific ends, whatever they happen to be. No greater acheivement, artistically, can one possibly imagine. And anything less is simply not worth our precious time.

Voila Rebecca

 

[satindesire]

Annabel Chong for doing what we all thought was impossible: fucking 200 guys in 24 hours. Biggest gang bang in history. God damn!

Actually, it was around 70 guys. It was 251 sex acts with around 70 men.

And yeah, very slutty.

 

[boyvenus4u]

Everything is satin...

I just sat in.

thanks for feedback desire and coal, c'mon you others keep em cumin'

 

[Samuelx]

Jason McCain, the bisexual stud who did MANY straight porn movies before switching to the gay/bisexual genre, where he is now WORSHIPPED !

 

[Shankara20]

Elton John for being, well Elton John when I was still way in the dark closet

And then there is Dr. Frank-N-Furter, fiction I know, but oh so real for me in 1975

 

[boyvenus4u]

Thank you Samuel and Shank....

Ok, what other wonders do we have here? Let's hear it now...REMEMBER, these people helped you to be who you are.So, give it back. Come on now!

 

[Marquis]

Rocco Siffredi, Max Hardcore...

 

[SpectreT]

Tim Curry.

 

[Shankara20]

Tim Curry.

that's two for Tim

 

[Ebonyfire]

Ok, what other wonders do we have here? Let's hear it now...REMEMBER, these people helped you to be who you are.So, give it back. Come on now!

Actually I do not have one other than my mother, who was married 5 times and therefore saved me from ever thinking about marriage as a viable union. I learned you do not have to be married to have sex.

Eb

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

So good of you to come (smiles)...

On the subject of Francis Bacon quotes, here's one;

'Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends'

Do you know that one my dear? ( now wicked smile )...

I'm only joking. It's so good to hear from you again.

Now, let me see. Which paintings or period did I like the best, I think you asked me? Hmmm...

Why, that's simple. The Studies for Crucifixions, in particualr the one dated 1962. It's in the Guggenheim in New York. He finished it in 15 days. And it was one of those rare times when he drank deliberately to aid him sucessfully complete the work.

Visually, it's not as powerful as the first three studies which made his name, and which are housed in the Tate in London, but there is, for me, an even more malign menace at work here which has very powerful resonances.

In the left hand panel we can see the pincer like movement of an insect like carcass form which protrudes right out in the bottom left hand corner of the field of vision and from which a middle aged gentleman wearing a suit stands behind a boy in drag who is holding out a key to open a door. The violent red background is a clear signal for the trouble which lies ahead.

The central panel we see a skeletal form which appears to have been attacked, perhaps sprayed with machine gun fire...but the cadaver, for it is no longer a human being, rests in twisted hell, a visually haunting image if ever there was one conjuring up visions of all forms of ghastly twentieth century hell.

The finalpanel on the extreme right is of a huge worm like form which seems to be slithering its way backwards down a crucifix. I believe the influence is Cimabue, inverted crucifixion 1273-4. This introduces christian themes yet supercharged by an apocalyptic, post-atomic vision.

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I am familiar with this triptech and may I compliment you on your descriptive. Its a haunting and provocative piece. Its described I have discovered as an updated Burke & Hare. In fact a partial quote in that regard " a pair of tight-booted anatomists bent on moving from one indignity to the next."

Somehow I don't 'read' you in that context boyvenus .Though it seems have been through chronic challenges if you associate this work in alignment with yourself expressed . I have been 'lucky' my core drives not overt enough to challenge my sense of peace . Helped by making choices such as living in a very 'bohemian' community in my late teens , early 20's. I was neither a leader or a follower , if anything one would have to conform to very mainstream ideals if anything to 'stand out'.......smiles. Happily I have found a way to meld the two 'worlds' over the years and with exception of my first responsibilty being my son really feel no great angst at reconciling my desires and aspirations with reality anywhere I please or as to whom I please in submission to within reason. It been vital for me to have confidence in myself as a submissive partnered or not.When I get 'tetchy' there are usually a few good souls around that 'get me' untill my feet are steady again.

Are you still living in this World of chaos or is that an footnote from another time ?

I am not raging a daily war with myself or the World , is that you still ?

Your a fascinating person I am really looking forward to understanding better your personal evolution.

I also apologise I have not answered your original question. I am still thinking about that. I enjoy Bowie , he bought me a few drinks once in fact ......so bite me ....smiles !!!! I can't say I looked to him as a role model however.

The people whom have most affected whom I am are not famous mostly. They would be the people whom have or do love me that continue to have the most impact. They remain iconic to me.

Do I know how priviledged I am.........Hell yes

Looking forward to your reply boyvenus.

 

[Ebonyfire]

Tim Curry.

Ok, ok, I can concur with this one! I love me some Tim Curry!

Eb

 

[gingermango]

My personal sexual hero is a then-young woman named Jill whom I met in law school lo those many years ago, who taught me that it was okay to be sexually submissive as a man, and that yes indeed there are women in the world who not only accept that quality, but appreciate, enjoy and even cherish it. I would not be who I am today without her encouragement, guidance and love.

 

[satin_coals]

Actually, it was around 70 guys. It was 251 sex acts with around 70 men.

And yeah, very slutty.

you're right it was 70 men .. still .. what a MACHINE! lol

And Angelina Jolie as well for me .. she isn't afraid to be proud of who she is (a damn kinky bitch) and she's so exotic! Although the whole thing about french-kissing her brother was a little *too* weird for moi.

Tim Curry! What a dude! Rocky Horror was a fucking classic!

 

[SpectreT]

I won't thank her by name, but the young lady I was dating when we discovered and explored our kinks together - Though she really was just a little too amused by my crosdressing... (What can I say? I'm a 300+lb gorilla. Lingerie is just about the funniest thing you can put on me - but it does feel sexy. )

An aside to Shank: you're changing your vote from his character to the actor? Good call. Tim Curry's more interesting in the tidbits he's shared in interviews than Frank N Furter.

Debating whether or not to add Freddie Mercury to the famous people. He was the first self-proclaimed bisexual man I was aware of, which let me recognize a few things about myself. Didn't know such a thing existed before that. R.I.P.

 

[catalina_francisco]

LOL, George Michael...he has me convinced I am a gay man trapped in a woman's body!! Unlike most women I know who want to do him woman to man, I don't, I would be more than happy to submit to him as a man if only I had the right equipment and look...just checking...no, still no cock and balls and rippling muscles...DAMN!!! He certainly inspires in the way he has grown as a person and a lover and not ashamed of who he is despite efforts to make him feel otherwise, and just so classy, quiet, smooth, sensual, loving and understated.

Catalina

 

[brioche]

I can't help it. It's lack of sleep, but when I read the thread title for some reason "Xena" popped into my head.

 

[satin_coals]

I can't help it. It's lack of sleep, but when I read the thread title for some reason "Xena" popped into my head.

Xena the Warrior Princess? she's pretty awesome .. something about that outfit .. *ponders evil thoughts* though that little blonde one that followed her around was alright too

 

[brioche]

Xena the Warrior Princess? she's pretty awesome .. something about that outfit .. *ponders evil thoughts* though that little blonde one that followed her around was alright too

Hmm. She wears leather, she knows how to use a whip, she kicks ass.
Maybe not so out there.

And the blonde one was Gabrielle.

 

[satin_coals]

Hmm. She wears leather, she knows how to use a whip, she kicks ass.
Maybe not so out there.

And the blonde one was Gabrielle.

Yeah! Gabriella! the little apprentice. Or the little submissive? hehe. Yes .. now that I think about it; Xena was certainly rather kinky.

 

[boyvenus4u]

Xena...we are on the eleventh planet, my dears!

Such serendipity, congrats to you Brioche!

You know, as I'm sure you all do, this lovely crazy planet of ours is in between Venus, closer to the sun, and Mars, a little colder...

My point? Well, the only other planet with a woman's name, apart from Venus, is ... no prizes for guessing; Xena!

Woh! Those boys at Cape Carnival, or whoever the fuck puts a name on those sublimine rocks we call planets, are so fucking 'Vanilla'! Talk about having your cock in a tree?

Can you hear me Rebecca Elson? (Poet and Scientist-died 1999 at the tender age of 39, RIP)

And I quote;

Myth


What I want is a mythology so huge
That settling on its grassy bank
(Which may at first seem ordinary)
You catch sight of the frog, the stone,
The dead minnow jewelled with flies,
And remember all at once
The things you had forgotten to imagine.

(Taken from- A Responsibility to Awe, Carcanet Press)

Next, to the business at hand.

* Rebecca, Hello again! (Tender, appreciative smile)

Firstly, you are to be congratulated on trawling through your archives for posting the said Triptych of Saint Francis of 7 Reece Mews.

Believe it or not, but I have just come from his studio in the Douglas Hyde!

You pay me a fine compliment ....I don't know what to say... but, considering I have had such a shitty day ( really ), I accept it, graciously. Grazia Bella!

I will attempt to answer your questions, considering that they are all the more pertinent at such an hour.

1. Yes, I am still living in a world of chaos, but (and this is extremely important to understand ) I sincerely believe in the underlying order that governs everything. Michel Foucault, in The Order of Things, possibly speaks the most eloquently about such things.

2. As for the War...Once again, I am afraid, I have to resort to another name; Heraclitus, you know him- Nietzche borrowed heavily.

I know you hail from Down Under Rebecca, so this one's for you;

***
up a gum tree



the perils of monitor infested
gum tree land
where some
500 year young
house parrots
while below
in the Murray river
100 year old cod
patrol the forest
for come the flood
all will fish

adapt
it is the philosophy of eucalypts

from out of the Heraclitian fire
life shall come

****

Violence and life, being synonymous, it would be most unwise to expect a 'quiet' life. We are all implicated in this great adventure together so, responsibility is the order of the day.

Personally, I am at war with no one. My personal traffic is with LIFE itself. This IS the bastard. So, I MUST live at a second remove. People take things far too literally, these days. They don't seem to appreciate metaphor. And I don't blame them at all, you understand? Meaning? I do NOT consider myself in anyway apart. What I am looking for, it would seem, is a kind of revenge. So yes, I am at war with life. This is MY peace. And yes, i have a great respect for my enemy. I would be silly if I didn't. Considering that it has me , from day one, by the balls, pardon my French. But, that's ok too.

Is this making any sense, or have I gone so far up my own ass that you might as well be listening to my flatulance through a microphone???

Need an answer to the above, for I too personally abhor self-satisfied, smug intellectuals!

As for your personal ICONOGRAPHY, Chapeau! I was hoping someone would rise to the bait. Now I know that you are very wise.

My grandmother, RIP, is my own personal heroine. The only woman I ever met who was happily in love with the same man for seventy years. He was a soldier, that figures!

Good day for now Rebecca. Nice getting together again.

***

'Not everyone is lucky enough to understand how delicious it is to suffer.'

Karherine Hepburne

What a truly wonderful quote. The sentiments, once again, of a very different time. Suffering today is a lost concept. Everybody wants to be HAPPY! What the fuck does that mean? Let's all go to Disney World and fuck Donald Duck! Signed Minnie with a strap on! (Haha!)

O god, now I'm rambling.

Goodnight all, I'm going on a two week vacation, SERIOUSLY. Hope to see you all back here again.

Ciao Boy