So I’ve recently stumbled (tumbled?) across Tumblr sex blogs, which are essentially photoblogs much like Nick Scipio’s Picture of the Day. Lots and lots and lots of photos, with very little commentary. The majority of the tumblr sites I’ve come across are essentially collections of porn and nude pictures put up by various individuals as their favorites. They can be amusing and sometimes interesting, but it didn’t take long for all the pictures to blur together, at least for me. And then it didn’t take long for all the tumblrs to look the same either, at least the ones I was coming across. Sure, they had slightly different themes, but they often swiped pictures from each other. Furthermore, they tended to get pictures from the same sources. Many of the pictures still had the watermarks or other labels from their original sources and I constantly kept seeing ones I’d seen before.
So this got me musing about several subjects–the first of which was copyrights. Given the rather large number of images tagged with copyrights by professional sites (Met-Art being one of them I saw frequently), I wondered how many were actually used with permission, as all of the ones in my gallery are. Similarly, I saw some that I knew were from professional sites (because I’d seen the originals), and they lacked the labels of where they came from, which means they certainly weren’t promo shots where permission had been given. I wondered if the tumblr site owners cared about copyrights or were just grabbing the pictures because ‘if it’s on the internet, it must be free to use.’
Now there’s easily a longer rant on copyrights and piracy, but that’s for another time.
For my second musing was for the pictures that were obviously amateur snaps. A few of the sites actively solicited amateur photos and clearly got some contributions. But, as I said, then those pictures started being copied by other tumblrs, and then by other tumblrs, and so on. I couldn’t help wondering if the original submitters had really understood how widely their quickie private snapshot could be distributed. I also couldn’t help wondering how many of them would get recognized by people who knew them. I certainly had to look more than once at a couple where the woman’s face (rarely obscured) appeared familiar.
And of course I couldn’t help note that few of the tumblrs contained the legal language about models being over 18. After all, how could they check?
But what struck me more was how, after a while, even the photos really did look all the same. The professional shots were clearly professional, with full color, busty models with makeup and flowing hair, and similar poses. The amateur shots had similar lack of composition, natural lighting, and not quite-so-perfect bodies, though often the poses were the same as the pros.
Aside–I must say, pussy spread shots get old really really fast. I think in part because there’s just not a range of emotional content that can be conveyed when a model’s legs are spread so wide.
And when I realized how similar the poses were in so many photos, it got me wondering–is this the definition of “sexy”? And if so, how did we get here? Why is a woman lying on her back on the bed with a pouty smile and spread legs sexy? What happened to the other emotions or moods? Heck, the reason I picked my model for Lisa was that she looked playful (and there are better pictures of Nadine and Sabrina laughing at Erotic Destinations, but I didn’t have permission to use them). I think ‘what is sexy’ has far more answers than the bulk of the tumblrs I’ve discovered.
Which also led to my final Tumblr musing–what would it take for a photo to take me breath away? Or to really make me think? Or to inspire a greater rush of desire than “oh, she’s hot” does?
And I realized that this was ultimately the question of Art. I can’t say whether it’s being jaded or more sophisticated, but simple sexy shots of naked women or people having sex don’t do much for me anymore. Maybe if I can fantasize about the activity in the photo, I can get a sexual rush, but that’s no different than a stroke story. I want more, at least most of the time now.
And realizing that spins me into all sorts of other musings. Am I creating Art? Am I showcasing and promoting Art when I find it? The former is tough because a writer is their own worst critic (can’t see what they’ve actually done objectively) and the latter is tough because my tastes may not match yours. 90% of everything might be crap, but I suspect there are long arguments about what clears the hurdle and what does not.
And what should I be doing with these revelations? I don’t see myself throwing my personal picture collection on the web in a tumblr blog for sure. I want something… classier. Which I hope is what this site is.
Time to go get tea (Earl Grey, hot) and let the musings continue…