Showing posts with label Intimacy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intimacy. Show all posts

Monday, 4 August 2025

Intimacies: Eight Types of Intimacy


The following blog-post is a reworking of a letter to an ex-lover who was completely unable to open up and share of themself. It may be useful to others where they or their partners are unable to be intimate.


WARNING! Expressing sexuality is a natural form of intimacy. If however discussion of sex might offend the reader, skip the ‘sexual intimacy’ section.


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Intimacy can be defined as candour, openness and honesty. Any affinity whether child-parent, friendship, couple, lovers, even neighbours and work-colleagues requires some level of intimacy in order to function. Different relationships require different types &/or levels of intimacy. So for example, in the case of neighbours we tend to use intellectual intimacy as a means to develop a bond: we share factual information about mutual interests and community affairs. Generally we keep matters with neighbours very superficial (unless we develop friendships with them), so the level of intimacy is fairly shallow.


I am going to go through each of eight facets of intimacy - on a sphere upon and within which there is much overlap and merging - to discuss why it is needed. The aspects are listed alphabetically so as not to suggest any kind of hiërarchy.


Activity Intimacy


Doing activities together brings people closer to one another. This is one of the reasons why over time we become close to our work-colleagues. This is also why many enterprises support team-building exercises &/or events. We become a knit-together team, a sort of tribe.


Sharing hobbies, whether sports, arts & crafts or other activities, helps us bond with others; that is, we develop intimacy. Planning and preparing for such activities is as important as the activities themselves, for it is all quality-time spent with another or others.


An example would be a trip to the cinema. A discussion often has to be had on the genre as not everyone likes all types of movies. Chats on how to reach the cinema, what to do prior &/or after the screening, and so on are also likely to occur. The travelling, if done jointly, becomes part of the activity. The return journey, a meal or a drink in a bar might be used to discuss the film and share opinions (see ‘intellectual intimacy’ below).


Emotional Intimacy


Emotional intimacy is the sharing of our emotions, our emotional states, with others. The vast majority of folk we meet are never allowed to share in emotional intimacy, or at least only superficially. We only reveal certain culturally-permitted emotions with those we mix with on a quotidian basis. If we have loving close-families, then its members will know most of our emotional range. However, our full emotional stores are only ever shared with those with whom we are extra close, such as a beloved parent, lovers and close-friends.


In order to determine who are those special folk in our lives perhaps consider with whom we might be happy to be vulnerable: whom are we happy to cry in front of &/or with whom would we express our deep fears?


Some individuals never have the opportunity to share emotions due to childhood traumas, dysfunctional families or sometimes, even without bad experiences, simply due to their own contingency.


In my opinion, love is as much action as feeling. Lovely deeds, such as giving choccies or blooms, speak of caring. However, words are also important to reïnforce and iterate emotional intimacy. For example, if one very kindly donates financially to a charitable purpose, that is an act of love (agapē), but it lacks intimacy. If we make the same donation, but do so along with writing a note or letter explaining why the cause is important to us, we share intimacy with the charity. Vicariously we are able to connect with the organisation at a deeper level. The reader feels touched and understood, the donor feels more fulfilled. Validation all round!


Historical Intimacy


Friendships and loving-couples develop bonds by sharing about their pasts. After all, our personal histories led us to be the people we are today.


I have always been fully open about my past with both close friends and lovers. Invariably I answer any enquiries as best I can. I try to hide nothing. I share anecdotes (good & bad) from my childhood, school, university, relationships, work and life in general. Usually such sharing puts the listener at their ease and, thus, develops trust to reciprocate and open up about their own life.


In my life I have encountered individuals who refuse point-blank to discuss anything personal, and, when occasional snippets slip out, never expand upon them. Oftentimes, if one asks about the memory, such a person either avers that they cannot recall or they rapidly switch topics. It is nigh impossible to develop and sustain any kind of deep affinity with such a person.


In such circumstances, where isolated historical fragments are the totality of what is shared, opportunities to deepen mutual bonds are thus ignored or rebuffed. However much more is needed for genuïne friendship. Such hermetically-sealed factoids give no opportunity to be involved with and understand what the speaker went through nor to empathise with them and the hurt or pleasure, etc. they must have felt at the time (and maybe still do). Withholding one’s past is the equivalent of keeping the drawer-bridge raised so one can hide behind one’s impenetrable barriers.


Sharing one’s history is sharing oneself.


Intellectual Intimacy


Most folk share opinions, views, perspectives on issues such as community, current-affairs, politics, the economy, sports, literature, cinema, television, the Arts, and so on. This is common amongst work-colleagues as well as almost all relationships, other than the superficial. (For example, it is unlikely one would engage in intellectual intimacy with a shop-assistant or bank-teller - unless known personally.)


If one always declines to share opinions, then one is effectively blocking opportunities to be known or to be known better. Sharing opinions keeps conversations flowing, allowing us to better understand one another and, over time, grow to appreciate what we have in common.


Mental Intimacy


Our mental states are closely linked to our emotional states and there is much overlap. Perhaps we can differentiate by pointing out that emotions tend to be fleeting whereas a state of mind lasts for an extended period. Being fearful is an emotion which if constantly stimulated leads to an anxious mental state, thus anxiety. Being constantly down and hopeless similarly can lead to depression.


Whilst I suffer both general and social anxieties, and every few years also depression, I mostly consider myself a happy person. Despite my ill-health and disabilities, I have enjoyed a rich, fulfilled life. Of course at any given moment I may not be happy, nevertheless over all happiness is my habitual state of mind.


We might also share our ambitions, our hopes and our dreams. If we are fortunate some of these may be shared and can be pursued via the affinity.


Physical Intimacy


For all types of close affinities (family, amity, lovers) touch is extremely important. It reïnforces bonds. Touch maps (aka touch-area maps, touch space maps) show the parts of our bodies that can be touched by different types of relationships. So for example, a work-colleague in the UK might be permitted a shoulder- or forearm-pat, hand-shaking and on certain occasions an arm across a shoulder. At the opposite end we have lovers who are supposed to be free to touch anywhere.


One of my most cherished memories is being together with a lover after a date in a restaurant. On exiting we walked to the pedestrian-crossing. Whilst waiting at the kerb-side, unsolicited he rested his chin on top of my head whilst coming in for a full, rear body-hug. He held the hug until it was time to cross.


Being with someone who refuses to touch or be touched is like being stranded in a tactile desert. Such indicates that the non-toucher has an issue, perhaps they are traumatised or  neurodivergent. It is very lonely to be with someone but remain totally untouched. Touch is a basic human need.


Sexual Intimacy


Sexual intimacy is the true benefit of being lovers. We can be touched where most folk never go - and I am not talking just genitalia! (Refer to relevant touch-area maps if needs be.) If we are lucky, sexual intimacy can lead to a sense of oneness, of union with the other person. I have only experienced this a handful of times in my life, but it was awesome! The memories still resonate…


The sense of union aside, other benefits of sex include creäting the good chemicals in our bodies which make us feel happy, well and alive. Regular sex also iterates the bonds between two people and thus can strengthen them.


Heterosexual and homosexual sex are not very different, especially nowadays with the widespread availability of strap-ons for wimmin who wish to fuck their male partners. There are a whole panoply of options: kissing; deep-kissing; licking; sucking; masturbation; mutual masturbation; frottage; dry-humping; oral-sex; 69 or mutual oral-sex; rimming; inter-crural/inter-femoral; toy-play; light BDSM; etc. I myself am quite happy to fuck (top) or be fucked (bottom) or not fuck at all (side).


I am not averring that both partners must be willing to try every sexual possibility. I personally would never wish to experiment with scat, brown or shit-play. Similarly I would never cruise in a public toilets. In both cases, for myself, the odours are visceral and make me nauseous and light-headed. Exploring why one does not wish to engage in a given activity means we open up about our desires and thus share our inner selves.


Partners have to be willing to experiment, for how can one know what one dis/likes engaging in with the other person without trying? New lovers need to learn their partner’s likes, needs and desires! Excepting where both partners are asexual, such must be considered if the relationship is to develop and deepen.


Spiritual Intimacy


In some ways spiritual intimacy is the hardest to define. And yet, it is perhaps also the strongest. It is the pull of the spiritual that brings folk together and holds them like magnets. We recognise it in those times when we meet someone for the first time, but it feels as if we have always known them. Or in similar circumstances, we are driven to want to know a person more. I have not encountered love-at-first-sight, but perhaps that too is the spiritual aspect pulling individuals to become more than what they are singly.


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So we have encountered eight different types of intimacy.


To be clear, I am not advocating sharing one’s whole life-story at the beginning of getting to know someone; rather, as circumstances arise, one ought to take the opportunity to open up and share.


Of course, a specific area of intimacy might be especially difficult to share in the first instance. However, over time, as trust develops, this ought not to be an issue.


Even so, with friends & lovers, whilst a given area might be slow to develop, other areas of intimacy ought to be developing and deepening.


Being intimate allows others to be intimate with us: this leads, over time, to deepening intimacy within an affinity.


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© PNAS, Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, ref. www.pnas.org/cgi/doi/10.1073/pnas.1519231112
via research from Oxford University from 2015.

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Saturday, 29 January 2022

“I become immortal in your arms.”


 “I become immortal in your arms.”



words:

what words can I use

which words can convey

a feeling

my feelings for you

my feelings about you

how could you understand

how could you become wholly aware

what is in my mind

what is in my heart

to be fair

I am unsure myself

though I feel certain

you are playing at life

the court-jester’s part

but no-one is laughing

at your tragedy

I tried to reach your imagination

to stimulate your inner-self

and help set You free

in life’s affirming consummation

it seems amity was not to be

the law of life is Time

and we ran out of it

paradoxically

the clock-hands were moving

too fast for me

insufficient time

too slowly for you

too much time

to fill

I sought You

offered myself

more and more persistently

revealed my fathomable profundity

but this just made you hide

within the confines

of your disabling fear

you dared nor drop the barrier

for love can be so very painful

and death appears

an easier, more comfortable option

well so you’d confide

really

we’re not that different

for both of us

the answer lies in or near suïcide

a deliberate action

or a longed-for incident

still the same self-destruction

you look forward to an early death

and from life your requirements

are limited to

copious amounts of alcohol

and frequent, if unsatisfying, sex

intercourse as often as possible

or your preferred hand

stimulating your nether region

spilling ejaculate onto your abdomen

accompanied by imagery

of the unknown famous

of the known personally

so what if your life’s a mess

the chaötic duality

death and sex

can only lead to distress

you are cursed

not by God

not by others

but by your Self

by the deeds you have committed

and by the acts you have omitted

you rejected salvation

too much effort

incapable of renunciation

of your days of yore

a past that constantly tore

at your amour-propre

I have been shackled by

the constraints of our acquaintanceship

no matter how hard I tried

to nurture mutual fellowship

a philial marriage

of like-minded spirits

or so you led me to believe

you withheld companionship

and stunted reciprocity

nothing, at least very little of You

came to me

freely

each fact

had to be extracted

torturously slowly

by deliberate act

how much of the knowledge of You

is inference

very occasionally

you’d make a direct reference

to some event in your past

but on the whole

just like your semen

from your conquests

you withheld

your Self

from first to the very last

intimate coïncidence

results from loving

but basically

we had a monologue

steeped in inebriation

and you’d participate

in duologue

but the truth warps

and honesty fades

in drunkenness

as is my nature

I contracted your worries

your anxiëties

your ineluctable loneliness

till they percolated my whole being

and insistently ate

into my world-weary flesh

for a day or so anorexic

another day bulimic

ejecting any matter

that might reïnstate

unsolicited health

still

I lusted for more

of the thorny knowledge of You

and counted each new endowment

as a miser his futile wealth

it was your choice

to relinquish

my soul

the totality of my parts

you felt unable to cherish

these queer lips

that tried to speak to you

these queer hands

that tried to touch you

these queer arms

that tried to embrace you

this queer heart

that tried to move you

I communicated my love

on more than one occasion

but it was not enough

usually you replied

I know

but three times

you averred

I love you too

but the statement of hate

caused me

to collapse internally

We can never be close

without explanation

then seeing my face

you repented somewhat

and attempted

to soften the blow

Let’s be casual friends

What?

I grieve for what will not be

for those things I planned for you

a leisurely walk

a swim

a Shiatsu massage

a body-painting

a blood-bond

for those things we planned to do

together

watch a soccer-match

maybe at Wembley

learn to ride a horse

play computer-games on my telly

there may be facets of my Self

I now will never know

some doors open

while others close permanently

the trick is not to get locked inside

relationships going nowhere

we have to continually revise

the index of our affinities

try to forget the gestures, the smiles

of each erstwhile friend

sigh a sentimental sigh

heave a melancholy breast

smile a knowing-smile

and lay the happy memory to rest

longings must be put to an end

save for the occasional message

we may send

in the dreamworld

I bid you luck

the generous touch of fate

and hope sincerely

old mate

you find what it is

you truly desire

some sweet, as yet undiscovered end

perhaps a lover or a good friend

or the peaceful rest

slumber of eternal nothingness

and so to end it

the final goodbye

to endure in my mind’s-eye

the intolerable infection

suppurating memory

time’s eternal cost

causing me to deeply sigh

at this infernal loss

in futurity’s reflection

an equivocal immortality






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The title is a quotation from Ovid.


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As per my traditional custom, my first blog-post of the year is a poëm. I chose this particular one because it talks of a stormy past and a brighter future. Given what the World has been going through these past couple of years, this seemed appropriate.


This is by far the longest piece of poëtry I have published here. I do hope one or two of my readers will plough (plow) through it. Do give me any feed-back, even if you dislike it. Constructive-criticism is always welcome - it might not be followed, but I always ponder.


A tad late, but wishing all my readers, returning or first-time, a very good new year!



Monday, 8 March 2021

Antonio da Silva Film-Reviews

 


I recently viewed a couple of art-house films (movies) by the Portuguese cinematographer Antonio da Silva. They contain full-frontal nudity, close-ups of genitalia and sexual acts. So, definitely NSFW! Do not read any further, and certainly do not click on the links if the reader is likely to take offence (offense).



[Image description: da Silva hiding behind a palm, © https://mubi.com/cast/antonio-da-silva]



“Julian” (2012) Review


I am queer demisexual. The vast majority of porn, indeed most people in fact do not spark in my psyche the slightest sexual frisson. I can nonetheless appreciate the homoërotic nature of the cast and the æsthetic quality of the imagery in this short. At times the dialogue (mostly monologue ?) did merge into a poëtic art-form - and I wished those moments could have been extended. However, at other points the script felt stilted and jarred within me. I did feel the oral & visual narrative form a complete entity and as such I felt satisfied at the end. I agree this short very much feels like a love-poëm to Julian. I should very much watch on another occasion.


https://antoniodasilvafilms.com/julian



“Dancers” (2014) Review


Wow - as far as I am concerned this is a masterpiece: flawless cinematography; nigh-on perfect image-sound editing; dazzling dance-movement; and (I am assuming) careful choreography.


No choreographer is credited as far as I could see: so did the director dictate the movements or was it serendipitous, improvised moments that were cleverly woven to form this pæan to free masculinity in its animistic atavism, unfettered physicality, uncensored sexuality, glorious creätivity and intense emotion?


I started at the belt whip-crack. I gasped at the young men’s beauty and talent. I laughed at the Amen. I “Ouf!”d at the ejaculations. And I wanted to hug some of them in the (seemingly) vulnerable moments when they collected up their clothing. This is probably one of the most intimate films I have ever had the pleasure and privilege to view.


Usually porn makes me feel like a voyeur, uncomfortable and thus unable to enter the fantasy proffered. This homoërotic short did not point the finger-of-blame at the viewer, but rather drew us - indeed me - into the performances. This is a veritable tête-à-tête where the watcher is thoroughly inveigled into the dance, pulled in as each performer’s very own personal dance- and ultimately sex-partner. If this is classed as porn, then I did not feel dirty for eyeing it. In fact, I came away feeling somehow refreshed and cleansed.


Masculinity is usually traduced in the media and within popular culture. In “Dancers” positive facets of our manhood are proudly displayed, for which a huge OBRIGADO to Antonio da Silva.


https://antoniodasilvafilms.com/dancers