/lit/ - Literature

There were two young blondes in front of me, but despite the basal instinct of measuring their bodies up and down, not a remote libidinous hunger arose from my depths towards either of them. Embellished like ornate golden frames of detailed baroque carvings that exhibit the most painfully commonplace and cliché painting you've ever seen. Slender bodies bearing an unfeminine lack of curves, not even the hourglass shapes of some skinny women that still awaken masculine urges in whoever sees them. An exaggerated and somewhat slapdash smearing of make-up in one of them, masquing an expression of self-disappointment. A certain despondency in her common anglo-saxon features of the pretty but forgettable variety, while her friend, wearing a slightly prettier, short and puffy white dress, had sharper, more radically feminine and regal facial features, with a thinness of nose and jaw eugenically bred in the higher echelons of WASP wealth. But the main attractiveness, other than their visibly smooth, laiche-colored silk skin, was their blondness in itself, coyly displayed, a feature that isolatedly never allured me as much as it does others. Which is not to ignore my recent delirious hypnosis at the hands of a younger fiendish dryad of the purest anglo-saxon American stock. Eyes like two shining turquoises, and hair that blended streams of dirty blonde gold, that in a smooth gradient transitioned to tones of caramel pulling almost to a light brown hue in a manner as fluid this lustrous silk seemed liquid. Her skin much smoother, bearer of that natural tone, the shades that ascend from pale, a gold-leaning blush that perfectly marries her auric hair. Still, My latin blood has invariably preferred brunettes. Be them the vampiric, alabaster skinned and raven haired perfections of God's concoction, whose aesthetic superiority makes my heart sing and leads me to hold onto it as a religious belief until the deathbed - or the olive-skinned and dark haired latinas from my Brazil, the Caboclas as we call them, the indians of the native american or asian variety, the arabic and mediterranean women of the world, manes of undulating shiny hair of obsidian and deep eyes that, in the words of Machado de Assis, are "eyes of an oblique and covert gypsy" that pull like a tide. At the fundamental level of my genetic make-up I hunger for that.

>>19465007
Also from Wanted

>>18430698
There are way too many "intelligent, nihilist, with a wicked sense of humor" villains. Too many are composed sophisticated evil masterminds. We need some villains that are overly emotional, illogical, self-referential and instinctive in "thought" (as in, illogical and emotional), adamant ideologues of zero capacity of articulating their goals in a glorious speech and instead resorting to "just so" statements ("because [I think] this is right!")

They can even be more humanized and relatable to the reader, as their actions are justified in self-preservation emotional responses and an unstable emotional state they never learned to control, likely caused by mental illness. Many zoomers would identify.

Western (and global) media needs to give up this embarrassing obsession with "EMOTION GOOD" ideologies and bullshit like that, which they use to reduce even hard science-fiction into drooling retard "POWER OF LOVE" bullshit, and place emotionally-driven characters of moral values above logical principles as being evil, harmful, self-indulgent, self-preserving above others necessities that can only be solved through logistical organization and objective acknowledgement of the circumstances.

We need less "le sociopath" villains, and more Borderline/Bipolar villains.

>>15249484
Illuminatus!

>>15250564
Nausea

>>15248575
Crime and Punishment

>>15247316
DFW's The Pale King

>>15250593
Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde