A Garden of Sunlight

It hit me this morning like bumping into a hard, immovable statue while walking along on a summer day thinking about clouds. Today I realized that halfway 'round the world there is a woman as mysterious as a Goddess but as real as concrete.

I was sitting writing an email when the little icon in my taskbar told me I had a new one in my Inbox. Turns out it was a reply from the very lady I was writing to. That's when I first experienced the mind blowing feeling that somewhere in the world, right this second, there's a woman sitting at her computer thinking about ME! A real, flesh and bone woman. I wondered if she realized with the same sudden sense of reality that on the other half of this huge beautiful rock we live on (she lives in Australia and I in Canada), there was a man who is also perfectly real, sitting and writing back to her.

Since school ended many years ago, it's been hard to find the kind of people I would like to call my friends. Somehow school made it easy by grouping everyone in a closed environment. It was easy to find people who shared your interests and in whose lives you took interest, and even joy. People you missed when school was over forever.

Since then I've made many aquaintances, and even friends of a sort, but no one who I am truly proud to call my friend, that is, a friend in whose existence I find real joy. My interests and sense of morality have certainly become more refined of late and it has made it almost impossible to find real friends. It was the Internet to the rescue.

Thе Intеrnеt, like school, is a closed environment condusive to finding find people who share your interests. It brought me my wife Leanne. She wrote to me once regarding my own website and we haven't stopped talking since. Although she originally had major reservations about my views on female beauty she's since become my greatest ally in my struggle to legitimize the love of female beauty, in the world, and in my own mind. It really helps to know there are women who deeply respect my love of female beauty.

On top of that, I receieve emails every day from others I enjoy talking to about female beauty - my email buddies. I think of them as pieces of paper with friendly words on them. Then this morning I received the painting on the left from one of these buddies. It was to her that I was writing when I had my epiphany. Her cybername is Desertqueen.

I'd already decided to do a web page about her even before my realization. I think she's an important woman for any man to know, simply because she is perfectly normal, ie. she is married with 3 kids, yet she absolutely adores female beauty! In fact, she has an entire website devoted to her love of Australian painter Nоrmаn Lіndsаy, who was the painter depicted in the Jоhn Dυіgаn movie Sirens, starring Ellе Mаcphеrsоn.

I wrote the Desertqueen a while ago to tell her how much I loved her site, and since then we've corresponded many times about Norman and female beauty. I suggest that any man uncertain of the moral righteousness of his love of female beauty check out her site, and not just the Nоrmаn Lіndsаy pages but her personal stuff as well. You will find an open, sunlit world of beautiful naked women, created and lorded over with great love by a wholly benevolent Goddess. I especially suggest her Own Prіvаtе Springwood site. It is my hope that in telling you about her and her effusive love of Norman and female beauty that you will find the courage to love beautiful women yourself, without shame, and perhaps even find the composure to defend them when they are attacked, as you should. After all, if a woman can find the courage to do it, why can't you?

Today I realized that Kerrie (her real name is Kerrie) is not just a friendly piece of paper and not just tea and company for my thoughts. She is not just an argument for my theory on female beauty.

She is less than Leanne but much more than an email buddy.

And she is more than a monument erected in a garden dedicated to the memory of a great painter.

She is a real woman who truly loves female beauty.

And that - I realized today - makes her my friend.

The painting above by Mіkе Rυbbо is of the Desertqueens's backyard and captures beautifully her sunlit view of female beauty.