Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Why Some Women Point Their Feet When Aroused

Whenever writing about a heavy topic or scattered between multiple pieces, I sometimes let myself drift. First, as a break. Second, to stir up the creative juices, which helps with any blocks. And finally, just to see what happens. I still write, but the topics end up being of a more lighthearted nature, allowing some balance into the equation. The following article was inspired by a lustful and stimulating recent encounter.

Have you ever noticed how some women sensually point their feet and toes like a ballerina whenever they are aroused? Some of us did wonder about this appealing form of body language, which many men have a fondness for. For them, it’s a clear indicator that the women are truly into it. Let alone how it seems to be associated with femininity and seductiveness.

Being a personal turn-on, I was curious to know more. And as usual, bless the Internet: The questions and answers are found right there on different websites and forums. 

Let me first state that feet-pointing is not to be confused with another sign of heartfelt sexual arousal, toe-curling. Pointing involves stretching the calves muscles while extending ankles, feet and toes forward. This appears to be more natural, elegant, and graceful than the out of control, seizure-like clenching and curling. Nevertheless, a toe-curling orgasm remains highly sought after.

But in fact, feet/toes pointing is not solely linked to sex. For it goes deeper than that as it is related to beauty and aesthetics. It is actually seen in photographs of nude or sports models who almost always do it in order to appear more appealing and desirable. The main reason the feet are pointed it is because it makes the leg looks longer, hence younger and more attractive.

Essentially, this “beauty standard” is why high heels exist in the first place. It is also why women still wear them even when they aren’t that comfortable.

It is worth nothing that feet pointing is not a female-only phenomenon. Some males, too, experience it during sexual intercourse and while orgasming. Though among men, toe-curling remains more common than the ballerina-like pointing.

During sex, this feminine “en pointe” as it’s called in ballet terms is usually seen when women are feeling ecstatic and almost out of control. One position displaying the feet’s curved arches with toes pointing forward is when they are lying on their backs with legs up and apart whether straight-out open, over the shoulders, or with knees bent inward while resting on the partner’s back. Another is when lying flat on their stomach with bent knees and upwards calves and legs.

Pointed feet do not show much when lying down with full body straight on the bed as there is not enough space for the feet to stretch. As for being on all four, it is not the easiest position to lift the calves, but not impossible.

While it may differ in degrees, women point their feet during penetration, while receiving oral sex, as well as while masturbating. 
And what a delightfully erotic sight that is.

It makes you want to suck their toes, which makes them point them even more,” wrote one commentator. It actually does. 

I seriously thought I was the only guy alive that had this, man. I’m actually kinda relieved I’m not the only one,” wrote another.

Nom Nom Nom and a big juicy Thank You for the inspiration

In general, gestures with our feet are a powerful form of body language

. It is no wonder that many are drawn to feet as they find them particularly sexy. Also that foot/toes jobs, freaks, and fetishes exist in abundance. In actuality, foot fetishism is the most common form of sexual fetishism for otherwise non-sexual objects or body parts.

As you may have guessed, foot fetishism is more prevalent in men than women. Perhaps the very fact that women’s feet are usually soft and smooth and more beautiful looking — even more lickable, suckable, and edible — has something to do with it. Or plainly, perhaps because men are natural perverts. 

While women feet get lots of attention, their legs as well get their fair share. Why Japanese Females Have Bowlegs is an earlier piece which surprisingly became the most read on One lucky Soul.

While there is no one single answer to why women point their feet when sexually excited, a suggested idea is that it has to do with the tightening of the muscles; either during intercourse — when enjoying it — or right before and/or while achieving climax.

According to some women, it helps them reach a better, more intense orgasm. So they learned how to point their feet as they get there.

Others mention that they cannot cum without stretching their muscles; and when the leg muscles are stretched, the ankles, feet and toes naturally point forward. It occurs either consciously or subconsciously. 

A second theory is “spinal stimulation”; as a reason to stimulate blood flow to the lower body and genital area. Though there is no real evidence to support it. 

An additional possibility is that women who do point their feet/toes during sex have already
considered how they look without pointing them and are aware of the gained allure. Think of how flat, unpointed feet with no arches would look like in a ceiling mirror above the bed when all is showing are flat heels. Not as feminine or seductive. Based on prior observation, it could have stemmed from a premeditated conscious decision. 

Not all women are toe-pointers. While for some the feet and toes remain unaffected by sex, the opposite occurs for others who show sloppy “unpointed” feet — which again does not seem to be particularly sexy.

Having always been a fan, over the years I came to observe a correlation between how sensual, provocative, and physically fit the women are and the likelihood of pointing their feet during intercourse. The healthier and more flexible and sexy, the more likely they will do it. Believe it or not, this is only mildly related to the body weight and type.

 A lot of it got to do with the mindset. A reminder of the fact that the whole essence of being sexy lies in the confidence coming from knowing that you are sexy.

As we have seen, feet/toes pointing is considered to be one of those unwritten rules of lust, beauty, and aesthetics. It is done by certain women to accentuate their sexual allure as well as to better the coitus and their orgasms — consciously in some cases and subconsciously in others.

Apart from the alluring, provocative visual aspect, for a significant number of men it’s an indicator that she is into the experience and is out of control, which is what turns them on. It also does happen to some males.

When I told the inspiring muse about this article, she eloquently shared: “For me, it’s an overwhelming involuntary response to pure pleasure and amazing chemistry sensations. Like a reflex.

Now we know. 
Whether you have been swept off your feet or are head over heels, keep them pointed.

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Sunday, 21 January 2018

Words I Made Up — The Thirteenth

  • Bwitch (n): An overbearingly unpleasant sorceress.

  • Jill-Babs (name): A feminine given name common between traditional Arab immigrants who adhere to a certain religious dress code.

  • Paul Vault (n): A track and field sport in which people named Paul use a long, flexible post to jump over a horizontal bar.

  • Paul Volt (n): A sport in which people named Paul jump in a sudden motion after being electrocuted. 

  • Pantsylvania (n): A northeastern U.S state where everyone wears trousers at all times.

  • Cardadad (n): A spice made from the seeds of several plants in the ginger family solely used by fathers who cook. 

  • Dysfunkional (adj): Unable to deal or operate adequately unless listening to a style of rhythmic dance music of African American origin based on elements of soul, jazz, and R&B.

  • Trendscend (v): To go beyond or surpass all fashions and styles.

  • Feettuccini (n): An egg and flour pasta made flat by stepping on it.

  • Bae leaves (n): Aromatic leaves of several plants used by young people when cooking for their boyfriends or girlfriends.

“Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”
― Roald Dahl


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Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Izzy The Egyptian American Doggo [Video]

Dogs I get to spend time and connect with always have a special place in my heart. Because their lives are quite short, every once in a while I hear the news about one of them passing on to Doggo Heaven. Recently it was Shay the Saint Bernard, before that was my own Caramella, and sadly this time it’s Izzy, or Izabella, who belonged to my second cousin Teymour.

Luckily, though, I shoot and keep a whole lot of photos and videos; many of which are of those lovable canines. When they are gone, these memories serve well by reminding us of how great it was to have such faithful companions in our lives, even if for a relatively short time. Other than a few photos, there is also a video at the end of the article which I created out of some footage of Izzy.

Izzy’s story begins in 2004 in the streets of Cairo, Egypt as a tiny abandoned half Baladi-half Husky puppy. Baladi is the Egyptian word for stray, which literally means my country; it could also be used as a derogatory term meaning vulgar or lacking in taste.

Teymour was visiting from Michigan when he found her all alone under a car in Maadi, so he rescued and took her home. Around the same time, he would come hang out at my place and ended up spending a few nights, along with Izzy. She was so small and helpless, that I didn’t really mind her regular pee stains and tiny poopies around the house, even though the guy was always cleaning up behind her and apologising. 

I remember we called one of the local vets, Dr. Rafik, who issued a certificate stating that she’s younger than six-weeks old. Then called the airport to inquire about the procedure, and they said that no extra paper work is needed due to the
young age. That was simply it and off they both went. He took her to Michigan and started a new life together. A rescued Egyptian stray just immigrating and becoming American. A dream coming true to many humans. Kudos to Teymour.

T and pup Izzy fresh off Maadi’s streets, 2004

Fast-forwading to almost 10 years in February 2014 when I went to visit T in Michigan. It was one harsh winter; my loving dog had recently passed away, I had to leave Canada after three years of visa renewal, and the relationship I was in didn’t seem like it had any future. I had began writing the book and had no other option than to just keep going. So I got on the road coddiwompling across America for a few months before ending up in Venice Beach in Los Angeles. 

But before that I got to spend about six days with Teymour and Izzy. There wasn’t too many things to do in Birmingham, Michigan, especially without a car, and especially in such cold. So in the mornings T would go to work and I spend the entire day at home with the dog. A lot of time to connect.

The night I first arrived she was showing her teeth, something she usually did according to T. Nothing too aggressive, but untrusting. She obviously didn’t remember me as she was literally three or four weeks old back then.

Being alone in the house with a dog person who was tremendously missing his recently departed dog meant that there was lots of contact and body language play between us. Eventually I gained her trust, but it was a gradual process.

Assessing the situation,
the first thing to consider was her breed. She is a Baladi stray dog after all, even though also being a Huskey mix. Those wild ones are pack-oriented and tend to get territorial; without enough time socialising with humans as well as other dogs they wouldn’t learn how to become friendly, which happened to be the case. 

The following step was to establish my dominance as a pack leader. So when she slightly bit my hand on that first morning, I knew what was needed. A jog. In the snow. In the middle of nowhere.
I also showed no signs of fear or panic; just more determination to add her with some love.... and

I asked Teymour for the outdoors collar and leash, got them on her, wore my Adidas, gloves and beanie and headed out there.

Getting ready before that first run and commemorating it

From the sheer excitement and energy level, I could tell that Izzy had probably never been taken out for jogs before. Being confined to the house for long hours while the owner is out working is something I know quite a few things about. Just like us humans, dogs get bored and lonely and should all should get enough time outdoors. Though the house garden is not really considered outdoors. Again, because there is little to no socialising. 

For certain dog breeds, exercising is actually essential to remain healthy, sane, and most importantly, to feel useful. Running, walking, or hiking together can be also be a great and healthy way to bond. Not only because the furry ones need to move, but also because this is how they look up to you as a pack leader. Seeing your physical capabilities will earn their respect.

Besides, it’s pure joy to be outdoors with our canines; regularly connecting with nature is one sure way to sharpen their senses.

Actually I had done the same with the Saint Bernard Gentle Giant in Toronto a few years earlier. Though I had much more time with Shay, rather than just a few days with Izzy. 

That said, I made sure the run wouldn’t be too long, since it’s the first — maybe 2.5 miles or so. Once back home, she was visibly calmer and more docile.

By the second run she was adapting and clearly enjoying her time outside of the house. The enthusiasm and anticipation showed all over her eyes when she would hear the sound of the collar and leash. This time it was a bit longer.

The remarkable thing is that it was a two-way thing. As mentioned, I had just lost my Cocker Spaniel after 8 years together; for us, too, moved from Egypt to Canada. It was quite a love story. So as much as handling Izzy seem to have worked for her, the experience was almost therapeutic to myself as well.

Additionally, it was a way to start moving again, with a dog.
Following Canada and before being back to the States I spend six weeks in Egypt with no exercising and lots of yummy food — after being away for three long years during which I was cooking every single day. So I needed to get back in shape after regaining my health. 

Iz, Izzy yum yum, Biz, Bizzy, Bizznass, Zakia, Zakia-Hanem, and Stinker Bell were different nicknames

Izzy and I enjoyed three runs during this short stay in Birmingham. Naturally, this led to more bonding and more trust. She was slowly becoming more playful and less aggressive. She seemed happy as she would wag her tail, giving me her squeaking toy to play with. I showed her that, first, I’m not afraid of her growling. Second, that playfulness is indeed good and healthy. In fact, it is needed for a dogs well-being. 

The last thing I made sure to do is to let her know shes a good girl as often as possible. Because I know how Love is capable of changing everything.

As written in Things I Wish All Dog Owners Would Understand, when you reward your dog with a simple “good girl/boy” they really do act as a good girl/boy. In fact, researchers have found that social interactions make pet dogs release Oxytocin — the same “love hormone” that humans feel when they are in love or bonding with friends. So that was something I had in mind whenever I would come across her around the house.

You can see the progression in the video below: How at start she growled and barked after coming in from the garden so I can give her a treat. I didn’t take any of that, and using body language I showed her who is the dominant one. It worked and Izzy Iz submitted to what iz.

Later — the part where I was telling her story — the bared teeth still showed a little but she was much more playful and submissive, bringing me her toy to share. In fact, in the dog world this may be called a submissive grin or even smile. By the time I was comfortable enough to playfully spank her butt as I used to do to Caramella.

Then finally looking relaxed lying down with one paw tucked under, no teeth. Because she was a good girl.

Another day jog when Teymour was home and captured this shot

On a Friday, Teymour took me to Detroit for the day. While he spent it at the head office, he got me in touch with a hippie-minded friend of his who ended up showing me around the city.

She was a lovely Egyptian American girl who also had another American friend with her. Equipped only with a camera, we went Downtown, visited the Botanical Garden, and the historical Belle Isle Casino. I remember we met other people at this coffee shop; and when I shared that I am just travelling around without any plans, they sympathetically said: Auwh, he’s homeless. I had never thought about it that way, but yes, homeless it was.

Another day, Teymour and I went out to some fun party/exhibition when we double dated. It was followed by a fancy dinner somewhere.

By the end my stay, the bonding wasn’t just with Izzy or just with T, but with both. I left Birmingham without knowing anything other than my next destination: Denver, Colorado. In fact, only because Teymour suggested it as we chillaxing at home a couple of days prior. This was February of 2014 and marijuana legalisation there was just beginning. So considering that I would probably enjoy this new American Amsterdam, he shared the idea, and Denver it was.

I first had to head back to Sycamore, Illinois where my main luggage was — at a kind friend I had met online, Ahmed. Yeah.     

Once ready, I headed to Chicago and got on a train for an 18-hour ride to the Mile High City. It was a lovely the experience as it was my first time to sleep in a train. I had a tiny cute cabin, including dinner and breakfast, served at the “restaurant”. There, I met a Canadian couple and we genuinely began chatting. 

While I met Teymour a few times since then, it was the last time I saw Izzy. Just a couple of weeks ago, she went on her next journey, joining Caramella and Shay and all the dogs that have ever lived. Ah.

From Maadi to Michigan, this doggo was given a new beginning and a wonderful life. May her lovely soul Rest In Peace.

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Friday, 12 January 2018

More Tripping Through Venice Beach Art

Always encourage artists; for its how we get a glimpse of others realities.

After Tripping Through Venice Beach Art, its time for the sequel. Except a few older ones, all photos were shot in 2017 up until now, January 2018. What is new here is that I am adding the names of the artists as we should all do. The inspiration behind looking for the names came from having recently joined Instagram. This way I can tag the artists in the photos and share their creations with the world. Of course a bit of online effort was required — whether on Instagram, Facebook, or simply Google. But it is certainly all for the best.

I also happened to meet and photograph a few artists at work, like Jules Muck , Sandoner and Robert Vargas.

For those of you who are on Instagram and interested to catch up with me there, the hashtags I normally use are #venicebeachart #streetart #streetartphotography #omarcherifphotography. Others are #naturephotography and #wanderlust for the more nature-oriented, travel shots. As for the writing posts, #philosophy #philosophicalpoetry and #omarcherifwritings are the usual tags. 

You can actually now see the newly added IG widget here on One Lucky Soul — on the right side underneath the Facebook one — which displays the latest six posts. Not bad for connecting everything together.

One cool thing about the street art around Venice Beach is that it is constantly changing. So every once in a while I take the bike and camera and roam around to capture the novelty. Note that almost all of the following photos were shot around Venice except a few in the neighbouring Santa Monica and Marina Del Rey. Enjoint...

Vibrant Abbot Kinney by Brian Farrell @brianfarrellart
Colourful piece on Abbot Kinney by @birdwurx_ and @bestanymessage
3 Guardians by Chris Saunders by Lincoln Blvd @chrissaundersart
“Stay Plastic (Why Bother?)” by Jules Muck @muckrock by Lincoln blvd

Artist unknown (for now)
The Thousand Buddhas mural by Amanda Giacomini @10000buddhas
Nelson Mandela green piece by @davidfloresart
Kool new mural by Michael Reeder @reederone
Artsy Arty Art by Jules Muck @muckrock
Sophia Loren by Cheyenne Randall #cheyennerandall on the side of Felix on Abbot Kinney
  Another Foxy Art piece by Jules Muck @muckrock also on Abbot Kinney
Milkman feeding cats on the wall of Salt & Straw on Abbot Kinney -- Artist unknownKool Mural I come across on my way to the Drum Circle by The Art of Chase
Jules Muck @muckrock at work the day I saw her.
 The humping bunnies were changed for this pussy Jules Muck @muckrock
Mural in the making by @sandoner. Its invigorating to find that many street artists are women.
Happy mural by Kristel Lerman @kristellerman on Lincoln Blvd
More Muck Rock magic by Abbot Kinney
"Bear Witness" is a wicked new mural by @gregmike on the side of Green Leaf on Abbot Kinney

 A groovy newish mural by @isabellegorilla off Abbot Kinney
Artification Happy Nation by @tarsilaschubert
A van painted by Jules Muck @muckrock
Befriend Thy Demons. An arty mural by @theartofchase and @hashimthomas from 2003, which has been recently repainted. The older version shot some years ago can be found on the first article
Artification Happy Nation by @sart95
Kool mural by Tristan Eaton @tristaneaton x Hauser @handofhauser for Branded Arts,
part of #beautifylincoln
Jules Muck @muckrock
“Innocent Wonder” is a colourful Abbot Kinney mural by @clintonbopp
Stunning Chalk Art at The Abbot Kinney Festival By Adrienne Wade @Habitual_Human
Kool colourful mural by @pixelpancho off Lincoln Blvd.
Robert Vargas @therobertvargas in front of his creation “Warrior Odyssey” by the Kinney Hotel. Completed last January, the mural is a portrait made of two photographs of legendary skateboarder Tony Alva, one from the 70s and another more recent.
Seen on the Venice Beach Boardwalk by @Marioetheartist
Humping Bunnies by Muck Rock 
Eye see you by The Art of Chase
More Jules Muck @muckrock
Arty piece by @louismasai on the corner of The G2 Gallery on Abbot Kinney
Sunny mural, unknown artist (for now)
Chalie Chaplin at Canal Club on Main Street by @trekthunderkelly
Another black cat on Abbot Kinney, artist also unknown
On more black cat in a third location shot many months later also on Abbot Kinney.
Artist still unknown. Curious to know who is behind the pussies. 
Magic by @imdianagarcia and @madeofhagop on the corner of Gjelina
“Beautify” — a vibrant mural by Daniel Silvas @artistanova13 and Erin Ferro @ma.ma.ci.ta .
Photo taken during November 2014
Seen on Abbot Kinney. Even Blackjack agrees.
Foxy honey on a power box by @Sandoner

Love is the way. Vibrant #Lovewall by @jgoldcrown at Greenleaf
Unknown artist
Muck Rock at it again
Seen by Lincoln Blvd and Pico, still trying to track the artist
The Art of Chase

Mural by unknown artist at Hampton Dr. and Indiana Ave. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“The Art Of Beeing” is another wickedly colourful mural by Louis Masai @louismasai
on the back of G2 Gallery.
One of the reasons why I love taking the bike and camera and getting lost in the cute tiny
alleys throughout Venice Beach is constantly coming across such little arty gems which
serve as healthy reminders.
Unknown artist
Just a cute Monopoly house hanging mid the busy commotion of Abbot Kinney


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