It's no secret I'm a lifelong porn addict. As much as Freud is reviled within my particular intellectual circle, his psychoanalytic framework of Superego, Ego and Id along with Madonna/Whore complex are compelling explanations for my particular desires in the fairer sex alongside ideal traits and flaws. These three women are canvasses reflecting my own desires, flaws, thoughts and more.
Maggie as Superego: The well-bred White woman from a solid bourgeoisie background. Deeply perfectionist, groomed from childhood towards excellence and trained in a way that feels eugenic. Beneath her irksome political activism and bougie sentimentality lies something rarer than ideological alignment: raw humanity. Stripped of politics, this is the sort of woman who inspires higher platonic and romantic ideals: spiritually clean, wholesome, perfectionist, emotionally in tune and soulful. Consequently, casual fornication with her feels utterly dirty while she herself is far from asexual. This is the sort of permanence-inspiring woman to build civilizations with. She means well, and even though she probably would be an utter pain-in-the-ass with a terminal case of main character syndrome, she would inspire you to be a better man.
Rosaleigh as Ego: Ah, SuicideGirl Rosaleigh. Before being swallowed up by hardcore pornography later, this was a woman I had developed an intense crush on. We traded messages and I even sent her an LP and birthday card one year. We later became online associates elsewhere, but slowly, we drifted apart as we never knew each other in real life. We learned that our chemistry would be effectively nonexistent. Someone later informed me she went into hardcore pornography which shocked me as she had an stable relationship with another man some time earlier and even expressed desires of becoming a mother. Upon seeing her fucked on camera, a small part of soul died as I jacked off to her scene. This is one I mourn.
Meltymochi as Id: Desire made flesh. This is a woman who lives to perform for the camera with fellatio being her craft. Every flick of her man's glans, every slow and deliberate suction of his shaft, every kiss and every dirty word she utters caters to your every fantasy. In my mind's conscious, she swims laps in the lake of sperm. Unfortunately, she is probably the worst sort of woman to pair up with as she is utterly narcissistic and probably toxic. By her own confession, she would cut any potential offspring out of the will and testament were they to object to her lifestyle. Much of her online presence is dedicated to amassing material possessions, and rare are the posts that go beyond "look at me!" Unfortunately, she might have been destined for this early on. Suspicious looking scars are visible on her right thigh even underneath the tattoo which suggests self-mutilation. Coupled with her empty flexes, meltymochi couldn't be a worse woman for any man yet she lingers in my conscious and keeps me company during my loneliest nights.
Tell me, what do you make of all this?