I Want to Fuck You *All*

[Elspode]

There's a very bawdy subtext that runs amok here on The Cellar. It trickles through the main threads, blossoms on late night threads, blooms to fullness on drunken chats, and overflows common sense to become...revealing. A sense of unrequited desire permeates our open conversations, and often wraps our innocent exchanges in a coat of innuendo and stealth. On occasion, a revelatory spasm of loosed inhibition breaks free, and is quickly subsumed by propriety - and that brief containment is just as quickly given lie by the unexpected receipt of a photo which may be later thought better of by its subject.

We joke, we wax serious, we probe, inquire, play coy...and then pull back, retiring to our respective comfort zones, fearing rejection...fearing acceptance, but always...wary of our fears.

The nature of human attraction is ephemeral, fleeting, individual. Some of us have sociologically universal attributes - smoothness of skin, rapacious curves or enticing angles which could be ignored only by the blind, or perhaps the cubists amongst us. But most of us are just...us...and that is by far more than enough.

I find those whom traditional notions of beauty would judge to be the least amongst us to be the most desirable, on the whole. I find the most traditionally beautiful amongst us to be, on the whole, entirely humble and sacrosanct about their beauty, and that much more desirable for their humility and lack of guile about their gifts. This may be a Cellar anomaly, or it may be that we have managed to cultivate a rare and beautiful community here.

I know that, for whatever reason, I have been given the gift of *sight*, and that, for this brief time on Earth, I can see in, through, and *of* all of us who choose to offer themselves in full, through word and image and thought. I may think you're an asshole because of how you argue a point, but if you show me a picture of your tits and ass...I'm likely to give you at least a passing moment of serious thought before dismissing you because of what you've said. Perhaps this makes me shallow...but if so, then wade in me briefly, then dry your feet. Watch the dogshit on the way back to the car.

To all my Cellar family who have shown me what you have to show...I am blessed. To those who have yet to post the naughty bits -

We're all waiting patiently.