Mingleville c'td...
So my obsession continues. Although my online Mingleville stints are shorter-due to both sharing a computer and terrible VDU-induced migrane, and perhaps, the need to get a real life-I'm stil totally addicted.
The Internet has forever been a double-edged sword. It's caused a boon in communication, and made the world so much smaller. It's created a 24 hour society. It's also become home to a lot of lonely people. People like Mandie, and like me. Girls who feel the need to pout and flex in glamour-model poses ("let my tits do the talking") in a strive for male admiration. Indeed "the Mingleville effect", creates a feeling in one (speaking for myself perhaps), of intense sexual adoration, akin perhaps to that a supermodel or glamour model might feel. Replying to messages from strangers, thanking them for their compliments, alomost feels like being a kind and caring celebrity who replies to their well-wishing fans. Mandie/Sexeh's popularity and regular "audience" is such that she could easily have her own website in the style of intelligent web-whoresTasty Trixie or Pagan Moss. Her lurid but artfully done photos and videos are combined with "txt-spk" free, sensitive musings in her blog.
Perhaps Mandie, and definately myself, are too shy to chat to boys. Perhaps we are both sick of trying to make people see what's really inside, which is far more beautiful than two bud-like breasts and young supple tanned skin in a lurid lingerie set, and succumbed to whacking it all out. That's the only way anyone's going to notice and say we're stunners. I gained more comments through pictures of myself in my underwear on Mingleville, than through any soulful musing on Blogger, although's that's probably simply explained by the respective vastness of both communities and Mingleville's tracking of members movements throughout the site. Blogger allows one to sink back into oblivion between posts. Mingleville tells the sites you visit, in deep purple, who you are through the click of a button.
The phenomenon could just be simply explained by the ever dark and secret underworld of teenage sexual discovery. How the young girl realises through private fumbling in her bed at night what masturbation, arousal and orgasm are. The teenage boy falls in love with the female form through stolen glances of pornography in the school-yard or the newsagents. A teenage girl realises through the media, and her own developing self-awareness the pleasure the very sight of her young nubile body can bring to a lover. Sexual awakening, and one's developing awareness of the sexual elements of their personality should not be criticised or frowned upon, indeed, the deep problems of Britain's sex life can be directly attributed to this cladestine attitude to sex left behind by the Victorians. And moreover, we should not stifle the sexual growth of youngsters, or find worrying teenage sexuality. Teenagers will always be sexually frenzied, it's both hormonal and environmental, and on the whole it's harmless fun, and all part of growing up. At least the Internet allows young people to explore sex in a relatively safe manner. We longer have to venture into seedy red-light districts, down staircases and through beaded curtains. A teenage girl can take a photo of her self in underwear and post it anonymously to a website where she can be admired, if this is what turns her on. However, the popularity of sites which allow purely one's sexual side to stand out are surely worrying.
The Internet has forever been a double-edged sword. It's caused a boon in communication, and made the world so much smaller. It's created a 24 hour society. It's also become home to a lot of lonely people. People like Mandie, and like me. Girls who feel the need to pout and flex in glamour-model poses ("let my tits do the talking") in a strive for male admiration. Indeed "the Mingleville effect", creates a feeling in one (speaking for myself perhaps), of intense sexual adoration, akin perhaps to that a supermodel or glamour model might feel. Replying to messages from strangers, thanking them for their compliments, alomost feels like being a kind and caring celebrity who replies to their well-wishing fans. Mandie/Sexeh's popularity and regular "audience" is such that she could easily have her own website in the style of intelligent web-whoresTasty Trixie or Pagan Moss. Her lurid but artfully done photos and videos are combined with "txt-spk" free, sensitive musings in her blog.
Perhaps Mandie, and definately myself, are too shy to chat to boys. Perhaps we are both sick of trying to make people see what's really inside, which is far more beautiful than two bud-like breasts and young supple tanned skin in a lurid lingerie set, and succumbed to whacking it all out. That's the only way anyone's going to notice and say we're stunners. I gained more comments through pictures of myself in my underwear on Mingleville, than through any soulful musing on Blogger, although's that's probably simply explained by the respective vastness of both communities and Mingleville's tracking of members movements throughout the site. Blogger allows one to sink back into oblivion between posts. Mingleville tells the sites you visit, in deep purple, who you are through the click of a button.
The phenomenon could just be simply explained by the ever dark and secret underworld of teenage sexual discovery. How the young girl realises through private fumbling in her bed at night what masturbation, arousal and orgasm are. The teenage boy falls in love with the female form through stolen glances of pornography in the school-yard or the newsagents. A teenage girl realises through the media, and her own developing self-awareness the pleasure the very sight of her young nubile body can bring to a lover. Sexual awakening, and one's developing awareness of the sexual elements of their personality should not be criticised or frowned upon, indeed, the deep problems of Britain's sex life can be directly attributed to this cladestine attitude to sex left behind by the Victorians. And moreover, we should not stifle the sexual growth of youngsters, or find worrying teenage sexuality. Teenagers will always be sexually frenzied, it's both hormonal and environmental, and on the whole it's harmless fun, and all part of growing up. At least the Internet allows young people to explore sex in a relatively safe manner. We longer have to venture into seedy red-light districts, down staircases and through beaded curtains. A teenage girl can take a photo of her self in underwear and post it anonymously to a website where she can be admired, if this is what turns her on. However, the popularity of sites which allow purely one's sexual side to stand out are surely worrying.
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