There are two main schools of sexual impressionism. The first is loosely based on artistic impressionism. For its adherents, it’s all about the lighting. Oh sure, unmixed primary colors and short, thin strokes play a role, but even they take a backseat to lighting. Lighting, lighting, lighting. Participants often report that while they are in the middle of it all, things often seems vague, blurry and jumbled, frequently leading them to question “just what the hell is this supposed to be?” Yet supposedly, afterwards, when they’re able to step back a bit and take a longer view, they often express the opinion that it was really quite masterful. Color me skeptical.
The second school of sexual impressionism comes from those who like doing impressions – or impersonations – of other people, typically celebrities. Here the point is primarily to amuse their partner by pretending they’re someone else. Now I enjoy a good laugh as much as anyone, so yes, of course I can see the appeal of this on an occasional basis (as long as you don’t try to throw a Jay Leno at me!), but a steady diet? No thank you.
So if someone tells you they’re a sexual impressionist, it might sound all fancy and exotic, but take that with a big grain of salt.
Well I hope you know more now than when you came in. I like to help.
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If you should find yourself approached by one of these sexual impressionists, you may or may not want to take to heart the message of Our Duncan Funk Song of the Day.
Title: Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Artist: Georgia Satellites
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