{photo of Sovereign Syre by Angelo de la Fuente}

Goddess du Jour

To begin this post, I bring you Sovereign Syre… a brainy beauty that I have come to discover while meandering the multitude of erotic art realms. Sovereign Syre is the stage name for this Goddess du Jour— tells us about her sultry self in her BIO:

Sans-Culotte/Sans-Papier. Louve/fillette. Sex-Object. The Dollface Killah. Co-Foundrix http://darlinghouse.net I produce & perform in explicit erotic content. I started in the industry in 2009 as a model for the alt.porn site God’s Girls.

Since I started in the industry, I’ve shot with George Pitts, Tony Stamolis, Kenn Lichtenwalter, Andrew Einhorn, Nathan Appel, Keith Major, Dave Dawson, Ken Penn, Corwin Prescott, Ellen Stagg, Holly Randall, Collin J. Rae and many others.  I can be found on godsgirls.com, zivity.com, staggstreet.com, hollyrandall.com, latenightfeelings.com, and have been featured many times on fleshbot.com.

I’ve kept a blog of my adventures in and out of adult modeling, Sans Jupe.  I was featured in the 2011 NYC Sex Blogger’s Calendar and my blog has been reviewed by Hustler in their July 2011 issue.  Sans Jupe is slated for publication next year in an expanded version. I’ve been featured as a model and poet in Whore magazine and interviewed/featured in various others.

I am becoming intrigued by this Goddess of Alt Porn. She is a woman that has that feminine mystique, that mystery, even ‘sans jupe’. As Nora Charles (Myrna Loy) in the Thin Man put it, “A woman needs a little mystery,” and Sovereign Syre has that ‘ol’ black magic’ that puts you under a spell.

Eroticism and Women

Anais Nin wrote about ‘eroticism and women’ (among other topics) in her book, “In Favor of the Sensitive Man and other Essays,” and I felt it important to quote a few passages from this insightful piece of women’s wisdom. Whenever I read Anais Nin’s writings, regardless of it being “erotica” per se, or a non-fiction “essay,” it demonstrates the timelessness of her thoughts, perceptions, ideas. I am always astounded by her ability to capture these thoughts and put them to the page. Anais speaks of women as a true feminist, breaking the old patriarchal concepts, letting in new light, fresh air, to the collective of female sexuality:

“Women through their confessions reveal a persistent repression. In the diary of George Sand we come upon this incident: Zola courted her and obtained a night of lovemaking. Because she revealed herself as completely unleashed sensually, he placed money on the night table when he left, implying that a passionate woman was a prostitute.

But if you persist in the study of women’s sensuality, you will find what lies at the end of all studies, that there are no generalizations, that there are many types of women as there are women themselves. One point established, that the erotic writings of men do not satisfy women, that it is time we write our own, that there is a difference in erotic needs, fantasies, and attitudes. Explicit barracks or clinical language is not exciting to most women. When Henry Miller’s first books came out, I predicted women would like them. I thought they would like the honest assertion of desire which was in danger of disappearing in a puritan culture. But they did not respond to the aggressive and brutal language. The Kama Sutra, which is an Indian compendium of erotic lore, stresses the need to approach women with sensitivity and romanticism, not to aim directly at physical possession, but to prepare her with romantic courtship. These customs, habits, mores, change from one culture to another and from one country to another. In the first diary by a woman (written in the year 900), the Tales of Genji by Lady Murasaki, the eroticism is extremely subtle, clothed in poetry, and focused on areas of the body which a Westerner rarely notices: the bare neck showing between the dark hair and the kimono.

There is a common agreement about only one thing,—- that woman’s erogenous zones are spread all over her body, that she is more sensitive to caresses, and that her sensuality is rarely as direct, as immediate as man’s. There is an atmosphere of vibrations which need to be awakened and have repercussions on the final arousal.”

Writing About Susie

Susie Bright recently put out a blazing memoir, Big Sex Little Death.

Fragments of stories weave in and out of my thoughts after reading Susie Bright’s memoir, Big Sex Little Death. Stories that Susie experienced, with guts, audacity, and sexual independence.

She begins with her family and by no means is she excusing them. They are necessary for her tale to be told. Beginning where she herself began, from the lives and union of two complicated people—- her parents. Perhaps the raw emotions and scars are still too palpable to fully express her feelings about her parents, but Susie does well in illustrating her childhood nonetheless.

Susie, “intellectually precocious but socially inappropriate,” wearing glasses and hand-sewn dresses, artfully explains her parents’ divorce that coincided with the deterioration of her mother’s mental state. Her mother, Elizabeth Halloran from Fargo, North Dakota, and the Halloran family, her mother’s Irish side of the family tree— they come, arms full of all the misgivings that bring her to where she is now. The darkness can create beauty, as the old-fashioned photographic process of a darkroom exhibits, how photo paper placed into developing fluid, magically transforms paper into details of captured light. Her prose of memories develops  from the darkness, her childhood desires to be held and loved, but instead hurt in so many ways.

As difficult as it is to describe a relationship between mother and child, Susie is honest in her description of her mother. You can feel her unspoken words in between the lines. The pain, anger, and sense of abandonment, layered with the remnants of love, and the longing to be loved by the one person she came from, that gave her life. It is heartbreaking and messy. Gracefully, eloquently, she carries on, and discovers her strengths. With a valiant spirit and strong sense of power, she is a lotus rising from the dark mud.

Susie is a natural born rule breaker, a non-conformist, and a sexual revolutionary. Her words glimmer and spark through the pages, multi-colored, glittering. A firecracker, a wild thing. She is a cosmic kaleidoscope of a human being. Bi-sexual, lesbian, heterosexual, there is no box. There have been many who wanted to box her in, put her in a category. There is no category for Susie Bright. She is coloring outside the lines, she is messy finger painting, she is strong and delicate all at once, and she is beyond it all.

Her first menstrual cycle marked the beginning of her teen angst. She skipped school during lunchtime for a luxurious moment of solitude, reading, watching Petticoat Junction on TV, and ironing her grilled cheese sandwich on the ironing board, using it as a sandwich press. Suddenly, bleeding from her first menstruation, she figured out a tampon insertion before returning to class:

“I saw a blue box on the laundry hamper I hadn’t paid attention to before. Tampax. Yes! A new box. It had a paper diagram. Annette Laurence, who sat behind me in algebra, had said tampons would ruin your virginity. But I felt like ruining something. I slid the tampon into my vagina, and it was like folding a perfect paper crane. I felt nothing— in a good way— and the blood was no longer running down my leg. Now I just had to clean everything up. I was really late for class.”

When Susie (or ‘Susannah’ when she is in trouble) returns to class, she is sent to the school principal’s office:

“I walked into Dr. Shalka’s office like a mad bear. A mad menstruating bear with Germaine Greer on my tongue.

“This is not right,” I said, before he could motion me to sit down. “My period just started at noon, and I had to figure out the Tampax all by myself and I am never late and you can’t discriminate against me just because I am menstruating—“

I probably didn’t get that far, actually. I remember the look on his face when I said the “female” word. Was it period or the one that started with m? You would’ve thought I had sat on his face with my “vagina.” He flushed, his giant hands fluttered at his desk, and he coughed repeatedly into his cloth hankie.”

Thus begins the tale of Susie Bright.

I have much more to say about her memoir, but feel my words inadequate. I get the sense that I need to read this memoir again. No words can capture the essence better than “Sexual Freedom” to express the life path of Susie Bright. So many moments where society and people want to put her in a category. I won’t do that to her. I cannot, therefore, say enough about Susie, outside the lines, outside of paragraphs and sentences, where she exists, free and wild and wonderful and 100% herself.

Absolument Femmes

I discovered this website a moment ago… what beautiful artistic photography!

Photographer Dominique Lefort is a discovery…

En portraits ou en nus… Ma vision de la femme… toujours sensuelle, quelquefois érotique…

I discovered Hegre Art awhile ago. Petter Hegre is a talented photographer, and his artful work shows his appreciation of the nude. Truly an artiste.

He creates luscious, artistic images and videos of beautiful, intriguing women.

www.Hegre-Art.com is the personal works of award winning photographer Petter Hegre. Hegre-Art.com is the highest ranked fine art nude photography site in the world. Created to bring superior quality nude photography to the internet, Hegre-Art.com showcases films and photos of the most beautiful naked girls found anywhere on-line.

Previous Avedon assistant and voted Photographer of the Year at the Erotic Oscars in London, Petter Hegre is acknowledged as a new force and major influence on contemporary nude photography. Petter Hegre has published 5 books of nudes and exhibited internationally.

Please explore Hegre Art… I love the massage section in particular.

Titles like: Erotic Hotel Massage, The Art of Penis Pleasing, and Massage Under The Spanish Sun lure you into another realm…