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17 Jun 2009, Posted by jay rusovich , 5 Comments

Mating in Captivity: Does good intimacy always make for hot sex?


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“Look, if you want to torture me, spank me, lick me, do it. But if this poetry shit continues just shoot me now please.” — Lori Petty

“I like feeling that something is at risk. That the woman might have an affair or a fleeting liaison because she can’t control her urges. And by urges I’m talking about the same urges that drive men to sex. A hunger hunger they can’t ignore because it won’t let them.”  — Anonymous

“They have a beautiful, intimate, loving relationship [they communicate]; and , according to this view, that should form the basis for sustained desire. But it doesn’t. And if it’s any consolation to them, it doesn’t work this way for a lot of people.” Esther Perel

Just for the hell of it, let’s assume the sexes are different. I know this is a stretch, but indulge me. At the very least, it could spare you a manslaughter conviction.

With this in mind, we all know egalitarianism is an illusion.

If anything, it’s re-packaged nihilism.

I do run into some resistance with this theory, but I stay the course, because I know it’s true no matter how much the women in my immediate vicinity have had to drink.

So on one side of the ring we have a woman armed to the teeth with intimacy, a weapon that bears down on its victims like a Gatling gun.

On the other side of the ring, a man sits with both hands on his cock.

They both want the same thing, but differ on how to achieve it.

This is the fundamental distinction between the sexes, and why equality – in the context of Western feminism – is just a pipe dream.

For men, too much verbal intimacy is dangerously overwhelming. Men cannot absorb love without some absence of conscience, which this level of deconstruction renders moot.  I’m not saying that men operate best when they’re clinical sociopaths, but their emotions must flow freely and raw.

For women, this brand of freedom smacks of life unhinged, of men being emotionally reckless, irresponsible and opportunistic.

In fact, the opposite is true, but it’s hard to make the case without at least 5 milligrams of Xanax.

This notwithstanding, men know this feeling well. It paves the way for love. It enables them to move forward in their relationships. It frees them to surrender, without hurting themselves or their lovers, because they can’t love when they’re also trying to preserve.

Is this making sense?

A man must conquer, without regret or indecision, and this is how he does it. He simply can’t stand in the ring with intimacy in his arms. He stands with what he knows, not with what he has to decipher.

And when he can risk falling without worrying about where or how he lands, he is ready.

Mating in Captivity covers these points somewhat differently, given the fact that it’s coming from a female psychologist. But if I had to lay odds on the outcome, I’d say she and the man have a future.

09 Jun 2009, Posted by jay rusovich , 12 Comments

The “Girlfriend Experience” [and Reality]


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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. Albert Einstein

“The Girlfriend Experience” is a film being about the denial of self in exchange for cash.

From another perspective, it’s about how long a prostitute without a clinical diagnosis can stay in character before the neighborhood cats start disappearing.

This brings up one of life’s most complicated conundrums:

Can men merge Madonna and Whore into one super-being without risking emasculation?

Perhaps both genders must embrace some degree of denial in exchange for love, which usually involves cash.

This is always a good therapy topic, by the way.

Another day. Same conundrum.

4.5 stars.

16 May 2007, Posted by jay rusovich , 3 Comments

ARTURO’S HOUSTON REVIEW


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The Infamous Thursday Night of the Living Dead

Download Marilyn Manson’s, “Para-Noir,” and it will all make sense.
In short, this is where affluent, 50 to 80-something men congregate, particularly on Thursday nights, where they stand shoulder-to-shoulder, pretending to have conversations with one another as they scan the bar area for some of the city’s most ubiquitous gold-diggers; women on the hunt for a free island vacation, car payment, rent check, or mansion, tucked away in the Hill Country. This trade is over-the-top transparent; often one foot out of Treasures, but one foot always in. Be very clear: We are not talking Carnegie Mellon, Vassar, Smith, Brown or Princeton graduates here, folks, no matter what they may tell you…though many of the men may have attended one of the aforementioned, a long time – and many divorces – ago.
Some of the guys look like they were once members of the mob, with their comb-overs, shiny shirts, sans-a-belt slacks and gold-buckled Gucci loafers. Others look like middle-age corporate burnout cases, fresh out of 20-year marriages, a little soft around the edges, and unprepared for the sharks that encircle them. Then there are the married guys out for a “social drink” in their Tommy Bahama Hawaiian shirts, pleated slacks and brown Giorgio Brutini tasseled loafers.  But the best laughs are had watching the REALLY old-timers with the crooked toupees. They’ve dumped the pretenses altogether, fists tight with wads of cash for the first trawler willing to take the bait.
The women are either, married and looking for an even bigger dog [i.e., bank account], single and hunting  for a “soft target” who doesn’t know the drill, or one of the cadre of regulars, known to the management and clientele for her availability, at the right price. It’s a circus, and one you shouldn’t miss if urban social studies is your bag.
If you’re there to dine, pick a table away from the bar; particularly if you have a sensitivity to “adults” who appear to be terminally trapped in a Fellini movie.

15 May 2007, Posted by jay rusovich , 1 Comments

HCP’s “ANTENNAE”


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Bored out of my freaking mind, as usual

Please tell me why I bothered stopping by this week’s Houston Center for Photography [HCP] opening? I walked in to what looked like an un-chaperoned high school reunion.
The first thing I saw was a bull’s ass stuck in a mirror. Do they think this is somehow interesting? Original? Germane? Oh, I get it…the bull is being reflected, so in a sense, it does involve optical effects. Sorry…no gold star, kids. Sadly, the “work” was – for the most part – sophomoric, uninspired, poorly [cheaply] staged and more in the vein of the annual Arts and Crafts Show in Memorial Park. I should have gotten stoned first.
A note to you Gen Y’ers: You do occasionally suck. You do have to lift a finger to make a difference. The world doesn’t revolve around you. Your audience doesn’t give a shit what you do if what you do looks like a kindergarten student did it without even realizing it. Never take your audience for granted…and yes, whether you like it or not, you must take your audience into consideration unless you’re Cartier Bresson, which you’re not. The bottom line is, your work does not exist without an audience, and the audience in question should not be a bunch of your classmates looking for chicks, while bumming cigarettes in the parking lot. Life is not just about you. Others live here as well. Get very clear about this because many of these “others” are prepared to invest in serious new artists; artists who understand the importance of busting their asses to produce meaningful work…AND do what must be done to get it noticed. Do not expect people to appreciate the fact that you managed to present anything at all. They don’t. Try framing – or even mounting – your work. And since this is HCP, perhaps you could also try employing something other than Photoshop to create interesting imagery. The ubiquitous Bush-bashing piece in mixed media [shredded news clippings], along with the video of the young girl in the swimming pool are both hackneyed themes no matter how many winks and nods you get from the sycophantic anarchist dudes in the trench coats. Here’s the message: Dig deeper.
What the hell is photography these days? It used to be tough to capture a great image. People would spend entire careers trying to find something worthy of hanging in a gallery. Whether you conceived of and produced it, or found defining moment on a city street, you released the shutter and presented that image. Now it’s all “lens-based” art; composite sketches of 50 photographs all sewn together in the computer. And don’t tell me that photography has “progressed” beyond what it was. If you took the canvas and brush from a painter you would no longer have painting, period. Perhaps HCP should rename itself, Houston Center for Multi-Media Arts and Crafts [HCMMAC]. I’m over it, already.

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