My Dangerous Beauty

“As every young Casanova knows, nothing hooks a woman more than telling her how much you love her and how special she is, exclaiming her true beauty, proclaiming that you will always be together, and treating her like a Lady.

And as every seductress knows, nothing hooks a man more than revering his mastery, venerating his Awesome Tool, and treating him like a Lord. These desires in men and women are strong precisely because they are minor revelations of our deepest truths.”  David Deida

These games are obvious all over the internet - Double Your Dating, The Masterful Lover for men - wanting to make woman crazy, and of course the opposite to that, Catch Him, Keep Him.

It’s all a game. I don’t know if it is a game that really honours what is truly masculine and feminine - but games to get laid, games to get a boyfriend.  I suspect that there are people using these tools and they are being authentic in it.  But I also bet there are a hell of a lot of people who aren’t being genuinely themselves.

I wonder if people really want to go deeper than the shallow versions of these expensive ‘how to’ packages, or are they happy to settle for second best.

What makes deep intimacy?  What brings about the innocence in old people’s eyes - who have journeyed an entire life together including all it’s ups and downs?  We live in such a user society, where it is so dis-heartening.  Nobody really being met.

I sometimes feel that arranged marriages are such a good thing. What would evolved arranged marriages look like, ones that looked at bringing out the best of each other.  What human being could best serve you to your greatest potential?

I run an internet dating website for people interested in conscious relationships. I originally had dreams of how I wanted it to be, that included people saying what they had to give to another human being, rather than what they wanted.

What would a profile look like?  If a woman wrote:

I can heal, my heart can feel truth very deeply. I love to give my sexual energy as an offering to rejuvenate your soul, I feel your weariness. I am shy, but I do want you to spend quality time opening with being intimate with me.  I want to give you the wealth of my being.

What would happen if men wrote their opposite?

I am so tired of  ’I would like tall dark and handsome’, being written in profiles - tall dark and handsome is nice - but what happens if love arrives at your door wearing workmen’s clothes and is short and bald.  He may meditate 20 hours a week, own several businesses and trade profitably in shares. But women will tend to turn him away.

Tall, dark and handsome might just fuck a lot of women, be into shallow poet fucker dancing because he’s learnt all the techniques to open a women’s body, but he’s never going to claim her, he’s just going to move on. Dont we all know plenty of them.

When I have been in love, I have found that it didn’t  matter what the person looked like, in fact they looked more lovely because I loved them.

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If you would like to give a Gift that continues to give to My Dangerous Beauty to nurture it’s growth and sustenance

I’ve been feeling like the New Year has already heralded itself in, all full of plans and light bulb moments. Amongst it all I I have started reading Kevin Roberts book called lovemarks (the future beyond brands). I’m really enjoying it. He gets a great big ‘Yes’ from me. I like the hard cover and all the pictures on the pages. I feel like each page has mattered and that he’s producing what he preaches.

One of the pages, 110 to be exact, is about the senses of the world and he talks about the Inuit and how they have distinct words for snow that might look the same to you and me. He then named 28 of them. I’ve been in snow heaven ever since. I’m happy feeling, in my minds eye and body, all these different types of snow. I immediately started humming a tune I love called ‘52 Names for Snow’, by Cris Williamson. In fact I’m playing it now.

Chorus:

52 Names for Snow

For Crying Out Loud to the Heavens Above

52 Names for Snow

There Ought to be as Many for Love

I’m enjoying feeling the texture of each one Inuit intimate moment with Snow. My own little version of a White Xmas, in the middle of a hot Summer here.