Joe Stiff essay: Beauty in Motion
As a young man, whenever I looked at a beautiful woman — in a picture, a movie, or just passing in a crowd — a mostly unconscious notion began stirring in my brain. Yes, the usual flash of lust kicked in but accompanying it was an underlying assumption that her looks would be enough to satisfy me were I lucky enough to be in a relationship with her.
It occurred to me that this assumption still lurks in my brain to a small degree when I read a piece… MORE–>>