Beauty is only skin deep, it has been said, and I would tend to agree as, I am sure, most other right-minded people would. But it is the flesh that we get to see first in real life, and the flesh that we judge people upon through their Internet pictures, through beauty contests, through basic descriptions. And, yes, I tend to do it too.
Just, if I am going to enter into any form of relationship with anyone, I want to know what is behind the mask,
even if that mask is somehow meant to hide their true personality or, in some peculiar, personal way, enhance it. But, even though many of you may have realized that I have a fetish for certain parts of the female form, there are limits.
There are some things which I simply cannot understand the attraction of unless, that is, the person has an inner beauty which wipes out all thoughts of appearance.
Yes, you may well call me a little bit choosy about such things, perhaps I can afford to be, perhaps I am just stuck in my ways. And I certainly don’t want to run anyone down but
real beauty is far more than just the appearance, far more than just the flesh we see. And while I continue to add to my small collection of what I consider to be beauty – in an erotic sense – the feelings and desires of the flesh will never replace those of the mind.
Love & Kisses, Viki.