On Beauty and Desire
I’m watching Canada’s finest real lesbians do it. Maybe they aren’t Canada’s finest. But they’re real lesbians. In a beard-stroking kind of way, I’m selecting scenes from this all-girl website for an erotic compilation for women that doubles as a showcase for female directors. The brief? No fisting. No one who looks too butch. Sure.
The fisting part turns out to be not too much of a problem. Those clips are clearly labeled, and other female fantasies take center stage. One woman dreams of being fucked by a stable of unicorns wearing white tuxedos, but settles for a woman in a horse mask, a black suit and a strap-on. “My girlfriend won’t even wear the mask,” she tells her equine partner. Another is alone in her hotel room and, Lo! Room service arrives in the form a woman willing to do her every bidding. And then there’s Geneva. Beautiful cocoa-skinned, long-limbed Geneva.
She has sex with a dreaded and tattooed Ani DiFranco-alike, a suited boi, and an aging short-cropped butch dyke, but that’s not her allure. Neither is it the interracial element. The fantasy is Geneva herself. You can see it in the eyes of the women who pass between her legs: This is a Woman. Her lips bleed like raspberries when bitten. She mounts each of them with agile grace, the tips of her puckered nipples grazing their flushed faces. She displays herself. Wide smile and crinkled almond eyes, she can’t stop giggling. Even with their fingers inside her, she is out of reach. And she knows it.
Geneva belongs on the catwalk. Sure. But how many other well-structured, slender bones have I watched in triple-X action? At the risk of inflaming her round-bellied, thick-armed sexual partners, the stuff that fuels my fantasy is the idea that she loves her body. Like in the first season of The Simple Life, tiny Nicole Richie looked almost chubby next to the lanky Paris Hilton. Standing next to Geneva would make most women look a little round. That’s not it. It’s that her partners don’t look like they exude health and the celebration of the human machine.
We should embrace all shapes and sizes. Indeed. But bodies are meant to be used. A sexy body brims with strength, health, the flush of physical activity…even when soft around the edges. When watching Geneva’s partner’s emote as she undresses and writhes, it seems that the women agree that this is the stuff of physical desire.
In her scenes, there is a strange divide. Geneva isn’t the most engaged performer and mostly looks like she is putting on a show of moans. Her genius is employing the aesthetic one cannot ask for at a hairdresser as a tease. She restrains one woman, waves her ass in the girl’s face, and parts her pussy lips. The woman is unable to act, and resorts to impotent threats. Even when Geneva uncuffs the other’s wrists, she is the master of the scene—batting her partner’s mouth away and demanding a toy. When Geneva climaxes, she is a goddess on display. When her partner climaxes, it is with gratitude.
If my brief were to go for “intimate and arousing,” the mutually lust-filled scenes with a skinny boi and her voluptuous sex kitten that end in tender kisses and caresses, would have been first choice. But we all can have intimacy, right? In the universe of this website, intimacy abounds, but the beauty of the human form that inspired classical sculpture—and that inspires desire for Geneva—is rare. That which we cannot or do not have is the bloom of desire.