In Where I Get Serious About Being An Adult
We—here on this page, in this “Club”—are adults. We should have the brain power to make the judgment of seeing photographs of willing adults posing and actively involved in the appreciation of the human body. We aren’t immune to looking at men or women and not appreciate what we see.
The body is beautiful. There’s a reason we look upon certain body types and certain parts of our body warm and tingle. And it’s not the same for everyone. My husband is short; I like short (and tall) guys. Some women like only men taller than 6 feet. Some women like hairy men, men with Buddha bellies, men with dark skin, men with light skin. Some women like women.
The human brain is hard-wired to appreciate and be turned on by their sexual partner. It’s how we mate; it’s our baser urges.
Smut Book Club is a distraction from reality. It’s here for women (and a few men) to escape the reality of our real life and live the fantasy lives of others.
Part of that fantasy is using our eyes to see, not just to read. We are adults. We are not teenagers who don’t quite yet understand where the line of decency or morality lies.
Our children are not meant to read the books we read, to be exposed to the sexual extravagances we fantasize about. Our children should be learning about their own sexuality from their own experiences, guided by the lessons we teach them as their parents. Our children should not be looking at the photographs of nearly naked men in salacious poses.
But it happens. My own 9-year-old daughter has looked over my shoulder when I was on the search for the next photo to post on the Smut Book Club Facebook page and Twitter. She’s seen the images of men in their underwear and asked me straight out: “Mommy… Why are you looking at pictures of men in their underwear?”
I told her honestly: “Because I like to. Because people’s bodies are beautiful.”
She’s the same kid who says, “Ewwww GROSS! Panties!” when we walk by the lingerie section at Target, and “I saw that guys butt crack!” when she walks by a 1/2-dressed mannequin.
She’s also the most prudish 9-year-old kid I know.
Not that it’s a bad thing; but I realize raising her to have positive body image for herself and others is an uphill battle.
I am doing what I think is right to raise my daughters to appreciate their own bodies and those of others, and at the same time I am sharing photographs of nearly-naked men on my “Book Club” website and social media sites to extend the fantasies of myself and my fellow readers.
To me, it can all be done safely and smartly. We can look and appreciate.