Professional beauty & the boy next door
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(Wording makes sense only if you understand this is a comment left elsewhere.)
I've never given supermodels a second's thought until I started up a website to exploit famous pretty people's names. Just for the filthy lucre.
I do like nudity. One of the very few nude images I keep on my computer is of a blonde boy who looks the essence of purity. Being able to see his phallus is a part of his beauty. Knowing that he might be just a little shit or a bore doesn't matter because I'll never meet him.
I don't think the photo of the boy more or less than an image of youth in cutoffs, a chaste looking lad in a sweater catalog. They are just fantasy images that I may look at for a smile or more manipulative pleasures.
But most of my fantasies have always been of someone I've seen on the street. Maybe he has a few zits, bad teeth, should comb his hair.
The professional hottie, the pedestrian boy next door: they are all delightful. Some people can only be happy thinking of the airbrushed perfection they'll never have. But for more of us than you may credit the flawed real thing isn't just making do.