There is something about these images that touches me.
Male desire is generally something that is boasted about: the more potent you are, the more of a man you are. Unless of course it comes at an inappropriate time or place.
There is something about the volatility of arousal and our inability to control it, that gives the publicly aroused man, a sense of vulnerability – not something usually associated with male sexuality. Virile easily tips into a sense of being ‘perverted’. Pride into embarrassment.
As a woman, observing these images and taking the time to slowly absorb their content, I enjoy the desire they evoke in me. By admiring these delightful displays of obstinate arousal and the interplay between pride and shame, ‘objectifying’ them to an extent, the tables are turned.
What do you think?
