The Most Beautiful Of All Creations

The Most Beautiful Of All Creations

But sometimes you see something that makes you think "Wow. Somebody took a long time making that, crafting every single inch, turning it into capital-fuckin'-A Art."

That's how I feel when I see a beautiful pregnant woman. She so often can seem so...perfectly designed...

We sweated out nards off at the outside gig today. Hotter than the nutsack on a tropical fuckmonkey. A couple in their '50s had just renewed their vows (they'd been married for 12 years) and threw a party for themselves. The woman was still fairly attractive for her age, beautiful thick curly blonde hair and an athletic figure. The guy had a big redneck beer-gut and looked like Howard Kaylan. So I had a good chuckle while singing Happy Together.

There was a girl there, probably mid-20s. i assumed it was one of their daughters from a previous amrriage. Blonde/red hair. Barefoot with shorts, beautiful light-skin. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her, particualrly her lovely face (a mix of softness and an edge) and her killer legs.

She went in to change right before we started playing. She came back out in a cute one-piece blue thing that sort of looked like a swimsuit but wasn't. It was tighter on her, and revealed...

...the perfectly designed curves of a pregnant woman just beginning to "show."

She seemed to barely even notice us, but I played to her the whole gig. At first it felt like a "please notice me" message coming out of myself through my bass. Eventually it turned into somethng more raw, less inhibired. I can't explain the almost overwhelmingly intense attraction I sometimes feel to women who I already find beautiful who are also expecting. I have no idea how many men share this kind of attraction. i figure most of my sexual desires are not really any different than most guys. But I know a lot of men pretty much shut down when they see a pregnant girl, and I really do NOT understand that. I guess that's me, though.

I began to feel that I was trying to empty every last drop of my desire for this woman through my instrument.

And came to re-examine a fundamental problem in my approach to my life in the past year. I hav eto face that one down sometimes. Today was a big example.

I so often get caught up in this ridiculous quest for the closeness of a woman, and then I throw myself off it, declaring it to be a distraction to what I SHOULD be doing. I SHOULD be making every opportunity to make music. That's what I TELL myself I "should" be doing instead of constantly being bogged down by this seemingly endless quest for, as Ted Nugent once so eloquently put it, "wang dang, sweet poontang."

It's more interesting when you can have both. I'm not sure HOW to have both, I've never figured out how to split my concentration the way I feel I need to to have both. But when I feel all the desire, all the lust, all the love, all the good, all the bad, all THAT shit vibrating through the strings as I play this music that I don't even take all that seriously for the most part, I think again how much I WANT both.

I think she barely noticed me. For my part, I had to deal with both the insane amount of sexual energy eating my brain, and simply wanting to LOOK at this incredible, beautiful testament to ART IN HUMAN FORM.

There are few things on this planet more beautiful than her. At least that's how I felt in that moment. I only wish I could have said that to her. As it was, I kept my distance. I'm pretty sure the stupid-looking bastard she mostly talked to was her man. So I also had to deal with that more evil side of myself. The part that just wanted to walk up to this slack-jawed motherfucker (literally) and repeatedly beat him over the head with a heavy object until he fell to the ground and never got back up.

What IS that shit? I don't enjoy feeling like that. Jealousy is one thing. Wanting to pound some asshole in the face simply because he gets to fuck somebody you want to fuck - that's pretty fucked-up.

So I pulled my attention back to her. God, those curves. Those legs. Those eyes. I wish I was a painter. The amount of time I'd spend re-creating that picture burning into my eyes would be nothing like the time Some God Guy I Don't Even Believe In must have put into creating her.

OK, enough of that shit.

The funny story now.

After we were done, another woman came up and was talking to us. Around 40. Big-boned lady with a dark tan, big fat fucking tits about to fall out her shirt. Not amazing to look at, but definitely not bad. And very nice, very cool. I'll call her C.

I went into the hosue (we played on this guy's back deck) to use the bathroom. I turned the knob on the unlocked door just into time to see C standing up from the toilet, pants down, shirt off.

She was laughing as I quickly shut the door and yelled "Sorry!" I kinda wish I'd said "Sorry! Sorry, Mr. Gumby! I hit me head on the cupboard!" but I wasn't that quick. Besides...holy shit...

I saw her from behind, also the side as she turned to the door when I opened it, exposing one HUGE tit. My God, it's full of stars!

KILLER ass. Her ass was nearly as tan as the rest of her, and so were her tits, which tells me she lays out naked. Big brown nipples. I only saw this for a second, but I got TOTALLY distracted from thinking about the pregnant girl and spent ten minutes wishing I had some place to jerk off so i could think about bending this other woman over and taking her from behind. Jesus Fucking Christ. Big round ass. Tits that...didn't Yuri Gagarin go to space in one of those???

She came back out with a nervous laugh, and walked right past me. Five minutes later she walked up behind me and said "So, did you enjoy the view?"

"Uh...yeah." I'm so articulate.

She laughed (the laugh saying "I find it quite amusing that you cna't think of anything else to say, which tells me you really want to fuck my brains out, don't you?") and patted me on the shoulder. "I guess that was your bonus pay for the gig." Another laugh, a big smile, and she walked off to her car.

Too bad I rode up with the singer. I might have tried to talk her into staying longer...

I love rock & roll.

Love,
Dougie