The Benefits and Dangers of Using Viagra

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Model: Kasheem Peterson. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

The Benefits and Dangers of Using Viagra

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Viagra, a little blue pill introduced by Pfizer in 1998, revolutionized the treatment of erectile dysfunction (ED). For many men, Viagra has provided a renewed sense of confidence and intimacy in their relationships. However, while its benefits are widely celebrated, the potential dangers and side effects warrant careful consideration. Understanding both the positive and negative aspects of Viagra use is essential for anyone considering it as a solution for sexual enjoyment or health issues.

The primary benefit of Viagra is its effectiveness in treating erectile disfunction, a condition affecting millions of men worldwide. ED can result from various factors, including age, stress, health conditions, or psychological issues. Viagra works by increasing blood flow to the penis, facilitating an erection in response to sexual stimulation. This physiological assistance can significantly improve sexual performance and satisfaction.

For many men, Viagra has transformed their sexual health and relationships. It not only restores the ability to engage in sexual activity but also enhances overall confidence and emotional well-being. Couples often report improved intimacy and communication, contributing to healthier relationships.

Moreover, Viagra has been studied for potential benefits beyond ED. Research suggests it may help with other conditions like pulmonary arterial hypertension and Raynaud’s phenomenon, showcasing its versatility in medical applications.

Despite its benefits, Viagra is not without risks. The most common side effects include headaches, flushing, indigestion, nasal congestion, and dizziness. While these symptoms are generally mild, they can be bothersome and impact the user’s experience.

More serious, though rare, side effects include sudden hearing loss, vision problems, and priapism, a prolonged and painful erection that requires immediate medical attention. These potential risks necessitate caution and proper medical guidance when using Viagra.

Viagra can also interact with other medications, particularly nitrates used for heart conditions, leading to dangerous drops in blood pressure. Individuals with certain medical histories, such as cardiovascular diseases or severe liver impairment, should avoid Viagra due to heightened risk factors.

Additionally, the psychological dependence on Viagra can pose a concern. Some men may become reliant on the medication, feeling unable to perform sexually without it, which can lead to anxiety and diminished self-esteem.

Viagra’s introduction marked a significant advancement in the treatment of ED, offering substantial benefits for those struggling with this condition. However, its use must be approached with caution, considering the potential side effects and interactions with other medications. Consulting with a healthcare provider is crucial to ensure safe and effective use. Understanding both the benefits and dangers of Viagra allows individuals to make informed decisions, prioritizing their health and well-being while enhancing their sexual enjoyment and  health.

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Alex Foxe: In A Holding Cell

Being Kissed. Alex Foxe from Obsessions. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024
Being Kissed. Alex Foxe from Obsessions. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Text by Alex Foxe, Copyright 2024

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In a Holding Cell

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The one and only time that I’ve been arrested truly, was one of those moments of wrong place wrong time. I was completely innocent of the crime that I was arrested for. I had the day off work from Rick’s club in Seattle, Washington, but it was near my birthday and a couple of girls had asked if I was going to come in and work that day. No, I wasn’t scheduled to work, but they really thought I should. They said we would have a little party and besides, I would make money on my birthday. 
  Washington state has a law that if you’re fully nude, you cannot serve alcohol. I did not partake in cannabis, but I assure you that the dressing room was very fragrant at times. I assumed someone was bringing in a flask or a small bottle of liquor which some girls did. For one they needed a lot of liquid courage. I’m sure there were pills involved with some girls, it’s easy to conceal, but I am in no way insinuating these girls were addicts. Most were from other states with different laws, and they were used to having a couple of cocktails when they danced.
I was so excited and nervous that girls were starting to warm up to me. I was brand new at the club and I knew no one. I knew there was a hierarchy, as there always is. I kept my mouth shut, head down, was super respectful and kept to myself. 

  So, I threw my gigantic gym bag filled with the usual stripper basic kit, (which includes several outfits, shoes, makeup, wipes, deodorant, fragrance) into my car and went on down to the club. Now the way that Rick’s club runs, and a lot of clubs nowadays, (it was very new to me at the time) is you have to pay their fee called “house” to work at the club. The house fee was $70 the minute I walked through the door. It was super anxiety provoking, being brand new at a club with no established customers and having to get seven dances right off the bat. I was already struggling to pay for my house and then come home with any amount of money. Sometimes it was only $30- $40 after house and there was no way I could live on that. 
  I was new so customers were more than willing to get a first dance with me. The dances were $10 a pop and I was successful a lot of the time getting one dance, maybe two, any more than that and the guy and I were having a good conversation and he knew he should pay for my time. Funny side story, my landlord came in a few times to the club. I gave him a few dances and was hopeful he would become a regular and this would pay my rent. We had a great conversation, and he was very nice. He soon realized that he was spending more money than he planned and one day he told me he would not be coming in anymore because he was spending too much. I wasn’t the only girl giving him dances. 
 I was really struggling to figure out why I couldn’t get any more dances. Well, it didn’t help that I didn’t really like asking for a dance. The thing I hated about asking for a dance was not so much asking for the dance, it’s the way that some of the patrons acted and the way they looked at you up and down, like you were beneath them, and they would decide whether you were worthy or not. Mind you most of the guys that look at you like that, look like a turtle with their sweatpants or gym shorts on with no underwear. Still grosses me out thinking about it now.
  The “absolutely beautiful” girls were making money, the “not too beautiful” girls were making money, but I was not making money. I was hired for dayshift starting out, which traditionally means you make less money because there aren’t a lot of people that go to the club during the day. But the people that do go into the club during the day are supposed to be working, or running errands, at hardware stores, etc. these guys had a limited amount of time and a specific set of money that they could blow. They were usually only in the club for maybe an hour or two, and they were gone. Of course, we got the occasional group of daytime bachelor parties, golf buddies, etc. Night Shift is a different ballgame. You can feel the energy in the club. There’s usually double the number of girls and in my opinion, I would say the night shift is where most of your hustlers’ work. Sure, you have a couple of hustlers dayshift, but dayshift is definitely way more chill. At this club anyways. 
  So, back to why I wasn’t making money. The pieces of the puzzle all came together when I turned the corner from the DJ booth where there was a large room with sofas lined up for private dances.
Let me describe how Rick’s was set up when I worked there: 
when you first walked into Rick‘s to your left was the dressing room, on the right a second office, then walk into a big room with tables and chairs all around, four tops and a lot of two tops, a stage right in front of the DJ booth and a smaller stage closer to the table dance area. 
The manager on the day shift was a very short, older, close to 70’s, Italian man. He was really nice, and I’m quite sure he knew what was going on because whenever he would come around the corner to make sure nobody was “dirty dancing”, he made a lot of noise before walking to the dancing area.

  So I come around the corner from the DJ booth to ask for some dances, (the club was always very dark in my opinion but I wasn’t in charge of lighting so I went with it) and one of the strobe lights was shining just right, and as soon as my eyes adjusted, I see this really nice bodybuilder type girl named Tammy (who was ripped and very masculine in her build and she was always super cool to me) was given this guy hand job. And then there was this dancer who I think went by Barbie, (with the bleach blonde hair super fit like a fitness model, tan, who drove a convertible yellow mustang, and always carrying wads of cash) was bent over with her hands on her knees, like she was playing an outfield position for a baseball team looking out towards the stage, with her customer directly behind her in a Johnny Bench position, her yellow G-string pulled over to one side and the turtle is finger banging way. 
Barbie smiled at me with a look like she was bored out of her mind. 
  I was shocked. I had never seen anything like that at any of the clubs I worked at. I’m not saying it didn’t happen, I’m just saying I didn’t see it. To this day, when I look back, I think how gross this guy’s hands were, probably so dirty she could get an infection. It was one of those scenarios where once you see it, you’ll see it every time. So when I worked after that, I saw it going on with a lot of different girls. Not all the girls, but a good percentage. 
I knew two things; I was never going to make a lot of money at that club because I was not interested in that type of sex work. Number two, I was going to have to get a different job.

  Back to my birthday celebration at the club. I can’t remember for the life of me what the girls had brought in for my birthday… Anyway, I had just gotten off stage and I was walking towards the table dance section when, all of a sudden, all the house lights came on and these men stood up and said, “THIS IS A RAID!” It happened just like it does in the movies. I know it sounds cliche’ but this was just like the movies. When the raid began there were girls, screaming, and crying. You could clearly see the policeman’s firearms. They were not in a mood for small talk. But I guess the part that gets me is that, apparently, this was some sort of sting operation for prostitution. So, these guys, the cops, paid by the local government, by your tax dollars, try to get hand jobs and who knows what else for the “case.” 
One of the things that surprised me the most was the fact that the officers let us go into the dressing room, a few at a time, to get dressed with clothes. They did not make us go downtown half naked. There were a few girls really upset and scared and trying to stash marijuana and alcohol so that they would not be charged with anything else. 
There were 13 of us and we rode in one of those paddy wagons, with our hands zip tied behind us, off to the police station. You really find out about a persons’ nature when you get arrested with them. Some of these girls were so dramatic, it was really hard to not lose my cool and ask them to please shut up. They’re crying, pleading, begging…It was getting boring at this point.
We all stood in line to get booked and placed in a large holding cell where there was no private bathroom. There was a toilet with a three-quarter wall on one side and benches up against the walls. A tiny sink to wash our hands. Some ladies were creative and cleaned a lot more than their hands. I was cool with it because I didn’t want to be hanging out with stinky chicks. The place had concrete floors, metal benches and white walls. It was cold and loud. Very echoey and had sort of that damp Seattle cold feeling. This was an experience I did not want to repeat ever again.
One of the really pretty dancers threw up a couple times and one of the other girls had some GI issues. Two girls made a sort of makeshift door in front of the toilet to try to give her some privacy. She looked like the kind of girl who only poops at home. She would never poop at a lovers’ house, and especially not if the lover was home. 

So, you can imagine it was a crazy mix in this holding cell. Most of the girls looked like models, or cheerleaders. One of the problems was, there were other ladies in the holding cell with us. Now, some of these ladies looked like frequent flyers to the joint, so they were looking at us like we were aliens in their cell. 
I remember one lady with long chestnut color hair and fair skin, looked to be about 32-ish? Hard to tell. She most likely was wearing a concert T-shirt and some jeans. Well, she reminds me of my old neighbor growing up, so we’ll call her Laura. Laura was fascinated by us and our situation. She wanted to know if we all knew each other, what we did to get arrested, but she mostly wanted to tell us how she caught her boyfriend cheating and instead of bashing his headlights out with a baseball bat like a normal girlfriend, she took the baseball bat and hit him in the knees, repeatedly. If I remember correctly, he was sleeping at the time of the attack with his mistress. So, she’s talking to a couple of the girls, who, mind you, it’s probably a little early for all the makeup, and glitter, and big hair, with lots of perfume, so yeah, we were the stars of the show.
We had a payphone in the room and one lady was on it for a very, very long time. I can’t remember what she was talking about, if it was one long conversation or several. I was worried that if I paid attention, it would have some sort of reaction with my body, or my resting bitch face, plus, with all the crying and retching on and off, and the flatulence, it got pretty stinky in there I will tell you. Even with the hairspray and perfume. But I remember being fearful of her. Not only was she about 5’10”, 185 pounds, she had a tough looking face. But the eyes. Eyes that you knew she had seen some shit and she has very little regard for human life so yeah, I kept the fuck away from her. 
She is talking to somebody on the phone, and she says “You ain’t never gonna believe this”, as she counts with her finger saying out loud, “how many of you?” and she counts 6, 8, 9-10…13.  Then into the pay phone “13 bitches! They look like models. Well, not all of them. Most of them do.” Without missing a beat, she says, “I don’t know what these 13 bitches did, but I’ll tell you what, I know these bitches did it together”. Everybody sort of laughed and then went back to feeling sorry for themselves.

Pretty soon, we were alerted that we would be fed. A guard delivered us each a sack lunch consisting of a Bologna sandwich on white bread, some of us got oranges, some got chips, and everyone got a carton of milk. So, you can imagine there was some trading going on. I ate my chips, took a bite out of my sandwich and could not even finish, plus from all the stress, I had lost my appetite. I drank my small carton of milk and put my bologna sandwich back in the paper sack and placed it underneath the bench I was sitting on. 
All of a sudden, I hear the payphone lady screaming across the room, “Hey, you!” I’m looking down, minding my own business. I look up because one of the girls is tapping my leg and several girls are looking at me. I look at the payphone lady, “yeah?” “Are you going to eat that sandwich? I said, “no.” She said, “Well, I want it.”, and she was off that bench, in what seemed like half of a second, and over to me. Before I could pull the sandwich out to give it to her, she had it in her hand and was already back to her seat. That sandwich was gone in just a couple of bites. Thinking to myself maybe that was really stupid I didn’t force myself to eat because maybe, it was going to be a long time before I got out of this place.
Next thing I knew, they said we’re all being released. That was it. We were free to go. 

The one and only time that I’ve been arrested truly, was one of those moments of wrong place wrong time. I was completely innocent of the crime that I was arrested for. I had the day off work from Rick’s club in Seattle, Washington, but it was near my birthday and a couple of girls had asked if I was going to come in and work that day. No, I wasn’t scheduled to work, but they really thought I should. They said we would have a little party and besides, I would make money on my birthday. 
  Washington state has a law that if you’re fully nude, you cannot serve alcohol. I did not partake in cannabis, but I assure you that the dressing room was very fragrant at times. I assumed someone was bringing in a flask or a small bottle of liquor which some girls did. For one they needed a lot of liquid courage. I’m sure there were pills involved with some girls, it’s easy to conceal, but I am in no way insinuating these girls were addicts. Most were from other states with different laws, and they were used to having a couple of cocktails when they danced.
I was so excited and nervous that girls were starting to warm up to me. I was brand new at the club and I knew no one. I knew there was a hierarchy, as there always is. I kept my mouth shut, head down, was super respectful and kept to myself. 

  So, I threw my gigantic gym bag filled with the usual stripper basic kit, (which includes several outfits, shoes, makeup, wipes, deodorant, fragrance) into my car and went on down to the club. Now the way that Rick’s club runs, and a lot of clubs nowadays, (it was very new to me at the time) is you have to pay their fee called “house” to work at the club. The house fee was $70 the minute I walked through the door. It was super anxiety provoking, being brand new at a club with no established customers and having to get seven dances right off the bat. I was already struggling to pay my house and then come home with any amount of money. Sometimes it was only $30- $40 after house and there was no way I could live on that. 
  I was new so customers were more than willing to get a first dance with me. The dances were $10 a pop and I was successful a lot of the time getting one dance, maybe two, any more than that and the guy and I were having a good conversation and he knew he should pay for my time. Funny side story, my landlord came in a few times to the club. I gave him a few dances and was hopeful he would become a regular and this would pay my rent. We had a great conversation, and he was very nice. He soon realized that he was spending more money than he planned and one day he told me he would not be coming in anymore because he was spending too much. I wasn’t the only girl giving him dances. 
 I was really struggling to figure out why I couldn’t get any more dances. Well, it didn’t help that I didn’t really like asking for a dance. The thing I hated about asking for a dance was not so much asking for the dance, it’s the way that some of the patrons acted and the way they looked at you up and down, like you were beneath them, and they would decide whether you were worthy or not. Mind you most of the guys that look at you like that, look like a turtle with their sweatpants or gym shorts on with no underwear. Still grosses me out thinking about it now.
  The “absolutely beautiful” girls were making money, the “not too beautiful” girls were making money, but I was not making money. I was hired for dayshift starting out, which traditionally means you make less money because there aren’t a lot of people that go to the club during the day. But the people that do go into the club during the day are supposed to be working, or running errands, at hardware stores, etc. these guys had a limited amount of time and a specific set of money that they could blow. They were usually only in the club for maybe an hour or two, and they were gone. Of course, we got the occasional group of daytime bachelor parties, golf buddies, etc. Night Shift is a different ballgame. You can feel the energy in the club. There’s usually double the number of girls and in my opinion, I would say the night shift is where most of your hustlers’ work. Sure, you have a couple of hustlers dayshift, but dayshift is definitely way more chill. At this club anyways. 
  So, back to why I wasn’t making money. The pieces of the puzzle all came together when I turned the corner from the DJ booth where there was a large room with sofas lined up for private dances.
Let me describe how Rick’s was set up when I worked there: 
when you first walked into Rick‘s to your left was the dressing room, on the right a second office, then walk into a big room with tables and chairs all around, four tops and a lot of two tops, a stage right in front of the DJ booth and a smaller stage closer to the table dance area. 
The manager on the day shift was a very short, older, close to 70’s, Italian man. He was really nice, and I’m quite sure he knew what was going on because whenever he would come around the corner to make sure nobody was “dirty dancing”, he made a lot of noise before walking to the dancing area.

  So I come around the corner from the DJ booth to ask for some dances, (the club was always very dark in my opinion but I wasn’t in charge of lighting so I went with it) and one of the strobe lights was shining just right, and as soon as my eyes adjusted, I see this really nice bodybuilder type girl named Tammy (who was ripped and very masculine in her build and she was always super cool to me) was given this guy hand job. And then there was this dancer who I think went by Barbie, (with the bleach blonde hair super fit like a fitness model, tan, who drove a convertible yellow mustang, and always carrying wads of cash) was bent over with her hands on her knees, like she was playing an outfield position for a baseball team looking out towards the stage, with her customer directly behind her in a Johnny Bench position, her yellow G-string pulled over to one side and the turtle is finger banging way. 
Barbie smiled at me with a look like she was bored out of her mind. 
  I was shocked. I had never seen anything like that at any of the clubs I worked at. I’m not saying it didn’t happen, I’m just saying I didn’t see it. To this day, when I look back, I think how gross this guy’s hands were, probably so dirty she could get an infection. It was one of those scenarios where once you see it, you’ll see it every time. So when I worked after that, I saw it going on with a lot of different girls. Not all the girls, but a good percentage. 
I knew two things; I was never going to make a lot of money at that club because I was not interested in that type of sex work. Number two, I was going to have to get a different job.

  Back to my birthday celebration at the club. I can’t remember for the life of me what the girls had brought in for my birthday… Anyway, I had just gotten off stage and I was walking towards the table dance section when, all of a sudden, all the house lights came on and these men stood up and said, “THIS IS A RAID!” It happened just like it does in the movies. I know people always say it doesn’t happen like the movies…this was just like the movies where I’ve seen dancers get arrested in a raid before, but you get my drift. Of course, there were girls, screaming, and crying. You could clearly see the policeman’s firearms. They were not in a mood for small talk. But I guess the part that gets me is that, apparently, this was some sort of sting operation for prostitution. So, these guys, the cops, paid by the local government, by your tax dollars, try to get hand jobs and who knows what else for the “case.” 
One of the things that surprised me the most was the fact that the officers let us go into the dressing room, a few at a time, to get dressed with clothes. They did not make us go downtown half naked. There were a few girls really upset and scared and trying to stash marijuana and alcohol so that they would not be charged with anything else. 
There were 13 of us and we rode in one of those paddy wagons, with our hands zip tied behind us, off to the police station. You really find out about a persons’ nature when you get arrested with them. Some of these girls were so dramatic, it was really hard to not lose my cool and ask them to please shut up. They’re crying, pleading, begging…It was getting boring at this point.
We all stood in line to get booked and placed in a large holding cell where there was no private bathroom. There was a toilet with a three-quarter wall on one side and benches up against the walls. A tiny sink to wash our hands. Some ladies were creative and cleaned a lot more than their hands. I was cool with it because I didn’t want to be hanging out with stinky chicks. The place had concrete floors, metal benches and white walls. It was cold and loud. Very echoey and had sort of that damp Seattle cold feeling. This was an experience I did not want to repeat ever again.
One of the really pretty dancers threw up a couple times and one of the other girls had some GI issues. Two girls made a sort of makeshift door in front of the toilet to try to give her some privacy. She looked like the kind of girl who only poops at home. She would never poop at a lovers’ house, and especially not if the lover was home. 

So, you can imagine it was a crazy mix in this holding cell. Most of the girls looked like models, or cheerleaders. One of the problems was, there were other ladies in the holding cell with us. Now, some of these ladies looked like frequent flyers to the joint, so they were looking at us like we were aliens in their cell. 
I remember one lady with long chestnut color hair and fair skin, looked to be about 32-ish? Hard to tell. She most likely was wearing a concert T-shirt and some jeans. Well, she reminds me of my old neighbor growing up, so we’ll call her Laura. Laura was fascinated by us and our situation. She wanted to know if we all knew each other, what we did to get arrested, but she mostly wanted to tell us how she caught her boyfriend cheating and instead of bashing his headlights out with a baseball bat like a normal girlfriend, she took the baseball bat and hit him in the knees, repeatedly. If I remember correctly, he was sleeping at the time of the attack with his mistress. So, she’s talking to a couple of the girls, who, mind you, it’s probably a little early for all the makeup, and glitter, and big hair, with lots of perfume, so yeah, we were the stars of the show.
We had a payphone in the room and one lady was on it for a very, very long time. I can’t remember what she was talking about, if it was one long conversation or several. I was worried that if I paid attention, it would have some sort of reaction with my body, or my resting bitch face, plus, with all the crying and retching on and off, and the flatulence, it got pretty stinky in there I will tell you. Even with the hairspray and perfume. But I remember being fearful of her. Not only was she about 5’10”, 185 pounds, she had a tough looking face. But the eyes. Eyes that you knew she had seen some shit and she has very little regard for human life so yeah, I kept the fuck away from her. 
She is talking to somebody on the phone, and she says “You ain’t never gonna believe this”, as she counts with her finger saying out loud, “how many of you?” and she counts 6, 8, 9-10…13.  Then into the pay phone “13 bitches! They look like models. Well, not all of them. Most of them do.” Without missing a beat, she says, “I don’t know what these 13 bitches did, but I’ll tell you what, I know these bitches did it together”. Everybody sort of laughed and then went back to feeling sorry for themselves.

Pretty soon, we were alerted that we would be fed. A guard delivered us each a sack lunch consisting of a Bologna sandwich on white bread, some of us got oranges, some got chips, and everyone got a carton of milk. So, you can imagine there was some trading going on. I ate my chips, took a bite out of my sandwich and could not even finish, plus from all the stress, I had lost my appetite. I drank my small carton of milk and put my bologna sandwich back in the paper sack and placed it underneath the bench I was sitting on. 
All of a sudden, I hear the payphone lady screaming across the room, “Hey, you!” I’m looking down, minding my own business. I look up because one of the girls is tapping my leg and several girls are looking at me. I look at the payphone lady, “yeah?” “Are you going to eat that sandwich? I said, “no.” She said, “Well, I want it.”, and she was off that bench, in what seemed like half of a second, and over to me. Before I could pull the sandwich out to give it to her, she had it in her hand and was already back to her seat. That sandwich was gone in just a couple of bites. Thinking to myself maybe that was really stupid I didn’t force myself to eat because maybe, it was going to be a long time before I got out of this place.
Next thing I knew, they said we’re all being released. That was it. We were free to go. 

I think I ended up being in that holding cell for about 10 hours.

 

 

Bob Shell: The Loch Ness Monster

AI rendering of Loch Ness Monster mythology
Loch Ness Monster. Rendering by AI.

Text by Bob Shell, Copyright 2024

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Loch Ness Monster

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I like to watch ‘History’s Greatest Mysteries’ on the History Channel. They usually do a pretty good job in their research. But, not so for the program about the Loch Ness Monster. This program was poorly researched. In my original career I was a zoologist. I’ve been interested in cryptids, unknown creatures since the 1960s. In around 1965 I read the seminal book ‘On the Track of Unknown Animals’ by Bernard Heuvelmans. That book really captured my attention, and spurred a lifelong interest in the subject. 

Interestingly, some of the animals in the book that were unknown at the time, some are now known, and some can even be seen in zoos. 

The Loch Ness creature has been of particular interest to cryptozoologists since reports of it go back at least 1,500 years. The ‘dragon’ that Saint George killed may have been one of these animals. 

In the 1960s a researcher named Tim Dinsdale got a 16mm film of an animal swimming rapidly away across the lake. You can clearly see the animal’s big front flippers churning up the water as it swims rapidly across the lake. Later he had a man take a powerboat across the lake to allow comparison. They’re obviously very different. To date Dinsdale’s film is some of the best evidence for an unknown animal in Loch Ness. 

In the early 1970s, as I recall, Dr. Harold ‘Doc’ Edgerton designed special underwater camera equipment and powerful electronic flash equipment to penetrate the murky water of Loch Ness, which is stained by peat. Visibility is limited to a foot or two. 

Now, Doc Edgerton wasn’t just anybody. He was the inventor of electronic flash. And he designed the special flash equipment to penetrate the murky water in his lab at MIT. 

The expedition using Edgerton’s equipment got several amazing photographs. One shows a large rhomboid flipper and the side of a very large animal. Another photo shows the head, neck, and front of the body. The head looks somewhat like a horse’s head. This fits with eyewitness descriptions that say the head looks like a horse’s or sheep’s. 

Why didn’t the TV program show Dinsdale’s film or Edgerton’s photos? Could it be that their researchers are too young to know about them? 

The program did devote time to a Swedish study that sampled water from Loch Ness and analyzed the DNA found there. They found DNA from many species, but also a significant amount of unknown DNA. Certainty they ought to have been able to determine what the unknown DNA was in broad strokes. For example, was it from a mammal, a reptile, a fish? That should have been possible to determine. 

One important point has been missed by every TV report and book I’ve seen on the subject. The Loch Ness creature and those from other large lakes are reported to undulate vertically. Because of the structure of their vertebrae, reptiles and fish undulate horizontally, not vertically. Mammals alone undulate vertically. That’s why fish and the extinct ichthyosaurs have vertical tails, while dolphins and whales have their flukes horizontal. Watch videos of fish and dolphins swimming. Fish move side to side, dolphins up and down. I would argue that what lives in Loch Ness is an unknown mammal that has resulted from convergent evolution to look like a plesiosaur. 

Dr. Heuvelmans also wrote the best books on the great sea serpent. The Loch Ness creature and other similar lake monsters are only found in lakes with connections to oceans. In the case of Loch Ness, the loch is connected to the North Sea by the River Ness, so the creatures could be migratory, like the eels that breed in Loch Ness then migrate to the sea. Animals looking like Nessie have been seen by fishermen around Scotland and the Hebrides. 

Gavin Maxwell, who wrote the great book ‘Ring of Bright Water’ and its sequels, tells of his sighting of an unknown creature while he ran a shark fishery off the island of Soay. This animal rose silently from the water, a horse-like head atop a long, slender neck. The animal stared at him for a few moments with very large eyes, then sank straight down and disappeared. These animals, whatever they may be, seem able to change their buoyancy, to surface or sink without disturbing the surface of the water. 

About The Author: Bob Shell is a professional photographer, author and former editor in chief of Shutterbug Magazine. He is currently serving a 35 year sentence for involuntary manslaughter for the death of Marion Franklin, one of his former models.  He is serving the 15th year of his sentence at Pocahontas State Correctional Facility, Virginia. To read additional articles by Bob Shell, link here: https://tonywarderotica.com/bob-shell-banned-in-boston/

 

The Stylish Allure: Why Men Have More Sex Appeal When They Wear a Scarf

Matt Sampson aka The Sneaker King photographed for Tiny Ward Erotica
Matt Sampson aka The Sneaker King. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024.

The Stylish Allure

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Why Men Have More Sex Appeal When They Wear a Scarf

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Scarves have been a staple in fashion for centuries, offering both practicality and style. However, there’s an often overlooked aspect of this accessory: its ability to enhance a man’s sex appeal. The combination of history, aesthetics, and the subtle signals scarves send contribute to their irresistible charm.

A Brief History of the Scarf

The scarf’s origins can be traced back to ancient times. In ancient Rome, men wore a “sudarium,” a linen cloth used to wipe sweat from the face and neck. This evolved into a status symbol, and by the 17th century, Croatian mercenaries introduced the “cravat” to France, which became a fashionable accessory among European nobility. Over the centuries, the scarf has transformed from a functional item to a statement piece in men’s fashion, symbolizing sophistication, intellect, and a touch of mystery.

Why Scarves Enhance Sex Appeal

1. Sophistication and Style

A well-chosen scarf adds an element of sophistication to a man’s outfit. It signifies attention to detail and an understanding of fashion, traits often associated with confidence and refinement. A man who can pull off a scarf effortlessly is seen as stylish and self-assured, qualities that are undeniably attractive.

2. Versatility and Adaptability

Scarves offer a range of styles, fabrics, and ways to wear them, showcasing a man’s versatility. Whether it’s a casual look with a lightweight cotton scarf or a more formal appearance with a luxurious cashmere wrap, scarves allow men to adapt their style to different occasions. This adaptability can be very appealing, suggesting a man who is flexible and dynamic.

3. Accentuating Features

A scarf can draw attention to a man’s facial features, highlighting the jawline or framing the face. The added layer around the neck can create a sense of depth and dimension, making the wearer more visually intriguing. It also suggests a certain level of care in grooming and appearance, enhancing overall attractiveness.

4. Cultural and Historical Resonance

Wearing a scarf can evoke cultural and historical associations. From the intellectual charm of European artists to the rugged allure of aviators and adventurers, scarves carry a rich tapestry of masculine imagery. This historical resonance adds depth and character, making the wearer appear more interesting and engaging.

In conclusion, the scarf is more than just a functional accessory; it’s a powerful tool in a man’s fashion arsenal. Its ability to convey sophistication, versatility, and historical depth makes it a unique enhancer of sex appeal. So, gentlemen, next time you step out, consider adding a scarf to your ensemble—it’s a small touch that can make a big difference.

Editor’s Note: Matt Sampson aka The Sneaker King is wearing KVaughn’s white 100% linen scarf from the Summer 2024 collection. 

Ink and Allure: Why Tattoos Are Sexually Appealing

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Slater. For The Vixen’s Series. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Ink and Allure: Why Tattoos Are Sexually Appealing

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Tattoos have transitioned from taboo to trendy, capturing the fascination and admiration of many. While personal expression and artistry are often cited as reasons for getting inked, there’s an intriguing psychological aspect to why tattoos are sexually appealing. Let’s delve into the allure of body art and what makes it a captivating element of attraction.

A Mark of Individuality and Confidence

Tattoos are a bold statement of individuality. They allow people to showcase their personality, experiences, and values in a unique way. This strong sense of self-expression is inherently attractive. Confidence is often seen as sexy, and tattoos can enhance this by displaying a person’s self-assuredness and willingness to stand out.

The Element of Mystery

There’s an inherent mystique associated with tattoos. Each design has a story, a hidden meaning, or a personal significance. This layer of mystery can be incredibly enticing, sparking curiosity and a desire to uncover the story behind the ink. The act of revealing these stories can create a deeper, more intimate connection between individuals.

Sign of Rebellion and Strength

Historically, tattoos were often associated with rebellion and counterculture. Even today, they carry a hint of defiance against conventional norms. This rebellious edge can be sexually appealing as it suggests a person who is daring, adventurous, and unafraid to take risks. Additionally, enduring the pain of getting a tattoo is seen as a sign of physical and mental strength, traits that are universally admired and desired.

Aesthetic Enhancement

From a purely visual standpoint, tattoos can enhance the body’s aesthetic appeal. A well-placed tattoo can accentuate muscle contours, add a splash of color to the skin, or draw attention to particular areas of the body. Artistic tattoos are often seen as wearable art, making the body itself a canvas of beauty and creativity.

Cultural and Tribal Connections

Tattoos have deep roots in various cultures, often symbolizing rites of passage, status, or belonging to a group. This cultural richness can add an exotic appeal. Tribal tattoos, for instance, can evoke a primal connection, linking back to ancient rituals and practices that are intrinsically linked to human sexuality and identity.

Conversation Starters

Tattoos can be great conversation starters, breaking the ice and providing an easy way to connect with others. Asking about the story behind someone’s tattoo can lead to deeper, more meaningful conversations, paving the way for emotional and physical intimacy.

Symbol of Passion and Creativity

People with tattoos are often perceived as passionate and creative individuals. The dedication to choosing a design, the commitment to the process, and the artistic expression involved are all indicative of a person who values creativity and passion. These qualities are highly attractive as they suggest a depth of character and a vibrant personality.

In conclusion, tattoos are sexually appealing for a multitude of reasons, ranging from the confidence and individuality they exude to the mysterious and rebellious undertones they carry. They enhance physical aesthetics, foster deeper connections, and symbolize a blend of passion and creativity. Whether you have tattoos or admire them from afar, there’s no denying the magnetic allure they possess in the realm of attraction.