To hell with acerbic and bullish Dykeism, give me naturally beautiful femininity every time!

Celebration real and not artificial beauty!

By Stanley Collymore

 

Travelling through the very centre of an old West Sussex

town recently my eyes were instantly drawn to and my

full attention pleasurably distracted by a handsome

young woman who’d suddenly emerged in front

of me from one of the shops I was about to pass

and of which there was a long and neat row of

these glass-fronted edifices, including the

one just exited by this young lady, to the left of me. With

straight shoulder length natural blonde hair and herself

averaging, I would say, in height about five feet and

eight inches tall; vividly possessed of a beautifully

sculptured body: lithe in frame and quite amply

displaying a noticeably natural, rhythmically

synchronized and artistic gait, I can firmly

state, without concern of contradiction,

that this undeniably attractive young

lady was the epitome in my honest

opinion of what true and clearly

unadulterated beauty actually

is, and should sagaciously

be approved of and fully

recognized by all and

sundry universally!

 

And a final and appealing touch to this thoroughly enchanting

display of feminine charm and symmetry was the obviously

natural way in which this live and walking Mona Lisa

Dame perfectly handled herself in that busy town

centre environment with all manner of shapes

and forms: men too and not simply women

exclusively, subconsciously and even intentionally

vying with each other to be appreciably noticed

or personally acclaimed as all human beings

in outdoor situations are often inclined to

do unilaterally, regardless of whether

they’re seasoned adults or young

pubescent first-timers testing

out in somewhat unrefined

terms their own puberty.

 

Anyway, smartly dressed this young woman I’m

referring to but with no signs of fastidiousness

or a calculated sense of exaggeration having

played any part in her wardrobe decision

and now attendant with a demonstrably

cultured demeanour that transparently

exemplified an equivalent confident

attitude in her current behaviour;

whether or not she was the least aware of the profound

effect she was intuitively having on the red blooded

and heterosexual guys like me for example, who

casually or businesslike were milling around

in her vicinity, I really couldn’t say. But

either way one things was definite for

certain! That swaying and absolutely

hypnotic bottom of hers as she all

so elegantly and quite sensually

progressed on her way won’t

easily, if ever, be forgotten

I’m unconditionally sure;

nor will she I dare say

for many a long day!

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

3 November 2016.

 

 

Author’s Remarks:

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say, but judging anything without being well informed in the first place about it or not having had any experience let alone expertise in that specific area is not only pointless but utterly counterproductive.

 

For how can you pronounce intelligently on something in any area you might care to name in which you don’t have any knowledge or expertise? And furthermore that the judgement, if you can call it that, which you’re relying on is essentially the calculated brainwashing of others and whose hidden agendas you’re probably totally ignorant of?