the objectification of women

Several years ago I suggested an idea for a series of artistic projects to a female artist of my (intimate) acquaintance, provisionally entitled "parts of a woman". I dropped out of the idea as I decided it would open me to accusations of objectifying women (women can objectify themselves, and many do, but for a man, particularly any man who holds women in esteem as I do, such an accusation is wounding, grievously wounding)...

I wonder of she ever got around to the project? If not, I would suggest someone take it up...I would be happy to team with a graphics artist or painter to provide words to accompany their creations. Ideally a woman should handle the art...I don't want this to devolve into a Playboy moment...God knows our society has gotten more mileage than they should from that "revolution" (it wasn't really a revolution, as such implies a state of change in rulership...there was none...it was more of a bread-and-circuses media event to declare our society transformed. It sells magazines and videotapes, but provides no real value to society...)

It is not that I do not value or take pleasure in the female form, but likewise I am not obsessed with it to the point of no longer regarding those in its possession as human beings worthy of real respect and affection.

A very clever writer once said that "Erotica occurs between the ears, pornography between the thighs." I can agree with this. Having been in a few relationships where the sex was good but the real intimacy was not present, I found swiftly how quickly such matches devolve into something first flavourless, then annoying and gritty and sour. Not for me.

I figure I have enough left in me for one grand romantic arc in this life, or a parade of meaningless shadows...I'd rather go out a champion of my own cause than a victim of it.