Your sexual fantasms according to your first name

[Nerthus]

One more from "Master Rao"....

# We all have sexual fantasms. The fact is so evident that there's no need to demonstrate it or to ask Freud to confirm it.

# However, because of social conventions and other factors, our sexual fantasms are most of the time unavowable and remain shrouded in the innermost layers of our subconscious. We are very rarely aware of them, yet they never cease to condition our actions and reactions.

# This file is designed to bring to light your probable sexual fantasms according to your first (given) name. Once you get conscious of them, you may feel more comfortable psychologically as you become less foreign to yourself.

http://www.asiaflash.com/names/fantasms_names.shtml

I got this :

# Your dreams are omnipresent, so much so that your oneiric universe can sometimes overlap the real world. You may happen to welter a whole forenoon in the murkiness and happiness of your strange reveries all the while you appear interested in what you're doing. To exculpate you, one must say that your fantasmic world is extremely rich and that beside it reality is so deceiving. And if you keep in your head the image of those who haunt your nights, it's because their attractive power is infinite.

# Your dream man is a traveler. But your traveler does not satisfy himself with roaming our planet. He's more unreal. He's The Wanderer, The Authentic Stranger, the one who comes from so far that one doesn't know if he's really a man. He resembles Robinson Crusoe. He's also a traveler among the stars, or an extra-terrestrial appearing suddenly, during a full-moon night, in order to initiate you into strange love games. The man of your dreams is also a mystic, a monk, or a Hindu sage who loves you and God at the same time and equally. Whether a traveler or a mystic, the man who attracts you is always different. You know that he knows the secrets of pleasure and that he will open its door to you.

[Theobald]

# Those who stroll along in your fantasms don't look up to much. They are no sublime warriors, no triumphant courtesans, no haughty aristocrats. Their attractiveness is not only physical. In order to discover the treasures of sensuality which they are capable of, it's necessary to go beyond appearances; it's necessary to guess their beauty, their charm and their power behind the rags and tatters which disfigure them. In the scenarios which you sometimes dare to imagine, you take time to penetrate all the secrets of their existences before compelling them to take off their social masks so as to have access to pleasure - with you!

# The woman of your lone dreams can take on different appearances. She's often an intellectual. She resembles one of your professors, the librarian of your quarters, or the English translator who strikes her computer keyboard in the apartment next to yours. Before loving her, you'll want to take off her glasses which disfigure her, and to let down her hair which she wears in bun or catogan. She can also be a vaguely tattered maid-servant, or a household maid who wipes her hands with her large check apron. She is also a nurse in her white blouse, a druggist behind her counter, or a young doctor who works in an emergency service. All these women have a common thing: their humility is only apparent and, when in your arms, they will reveal themselves determined and enterprising, even authoritarian, which could only ravish you!

[Carnyx]

Disappointing results. I didn't know I had a thing for italian madonnas...

There is undeniably in you a link between sexuality and procreation. And your fantasms, even the wildest ones, tend to end like fairy tales: after the most furious love frolics, one always ends up by getting married and having many children! The one who haunts your dreams is always, whatever her age, a potential mother. She's a reserved being, who accepts emotional outbursts only because they are promises of life and birth. However, those who attract you can be big children as well as future parents. You are then sensitive to naive and innocent beings, who hardly know anything about life's violences, and whom you want to protect, even though you may have to lock them up in a castle of fairy tales.

The woman who makes you dream resembles an Italian madonna - young, beautiful, sage, and apparently very remote from sensual pleasures. Yet, she will reveal herself an enthusiastic and soon fecund lover. She's Cinderella, White Snow, or Sleeping Beauty. She's a timid young maid hardly emerging from childhood, a shy and tender hind. You are her prince charming, the one who can love her without brutalizing her, reveal her womanly nature to her, and take her out of her childhood and adolescence. And, paradoxically, this dream woman, who is still somewhat a child, is at the same time, even though she may be younger than you, the very likeness of a loving and nutrient mother. She is capable of bringing you all the tenderness, warmth, and security for which you crave so much.

[Perun]

I say this is largely true, especially the part I have in bold.


Your fantasms have nothing mean or obscure. With you, everyone swims in glory, renown, and celebrity! Those who arouse your fantasms are in view, in full glare. Narcissistic and demanding, proud and perfectionist, you shun meanness and weakness. Lusterless daily life bores you and, whether you have the courage to avow it or not, only a being of great quality or whose beauty and merits everyone admires can have chances to lure you. And, in your dreams, there are many known people who would be surprised at the feats which you make them accomplish. You are not snobbish, however. It's because your senses are aroused only in the presence of those who excite the desire of all, who are unreachable because of their birth, their talent, or their fame. That's a challenge worthy of you!

Whose couch do you share, in the silence of your dreams? That of Ava Gardner or of Marilyn Monroe? One thing is certain: the women of your fantasms are beautiful, admirably beautiful, and universally admired.Cinema stars, well-known singers, and also past queens, duchesses or princesses - all these women share the same thing, which is to hover far above surrounding mediocrity. They are also desired by all. And, in your most secret fantasms, it's you and you alone who will know how to capture and chain these beauties who are so shining and sure of themselves. For you, at last, they will take off their masks, they will forget their celebrity so as to become what they actually are - women, sheer women, whom you can submit to your desires!

[Carnyx]

Hey, are fantasms allowed by Christianism?

[Alkman]

#Your dreams are omnipresent, so much so that your oneiric universe can sometimes overlap the real world. You may happen to welter a whole forenoon in the murkiness and happiness of your strange reveries all the while you appear interested in what you're doing. To exculpate you, one must say that your fantasmic world is extremely rich and that beside it reality is so deceiving. And if you keep in your head the image of those who haunt your nights, it's because their attractive power is infinite.

#The woman of your reveries is beautiful and often inaccessible. She's the young maid who lives in the mansion nearby and whom you catch sight of from time to time while imagining all that her somewhat round thighs and white skin can promise. She's also the restaurant servant whose love affairs excite you and whom you would like to take away from her usual universe so as to initiate her to other pleasures. The woman of your dreams is gentle and tender. Her generous forms arouse all your senses, and you feel that she's able to offer you sublime ecstasies. She can be a water-nymph or mermaid, a lost prostitute, or priestess of some strange and unknown cult. She's sometimes a mystic or nun, a warm-hearted nurse or attentive doctor.

[Goswin_van_Eyck]

...the results were a farce, in parts a disturbing and repelling farce, so I edited the shameless bits out....

You have the most original, the most weird and the most scandalous fantasms. Indeed, it's very difficult to shock you. In your reveries, everything is possible - except that you have no taste for the morbid and the pernicious. No, your imaginative frenzies, even though they often cross the frontiers of the forbidden, are always accompanied by a good dose of tenderness and respect for the others.

The woman who arouses your reveries is free. She often presents herself under the appearance of a revolutionary. She fights for her ideas and can fall in love only with a brother of arms. This woman is also very often a feminist. You are one of those men who really wish for the liberation of women - for you, women's access to autonomy is not a fashionable claim but a profound conviction. Your ideal woman is also often a scientific, an astronaut leaving for the stars, a technician capable of driving her space ship, or a research worker leant on the secrets of matter. The woman of your dreams can be a forbidden one (...)

[Phlegethon]

# This woman whom you wait for is somewhat your sister. There's nothing incestuous here, be reassured! No, the one who haunts your dreams is your double, your twin, your accomplice, your alter ego. Yes, it's the one who resembles you; the one who will guess your moods and go ahead of your desires; the one who will know how to laugh and play with you; the one who will take you by the hand to pull you into a universe of childlike loves, which are of course sensual but also dreamy and free, a universe where everything is permitted because, actually, when one is a child, nothing is really important, nothing is really perverse, nothing is really forbidden.

# The woman of your fantasms resembles Columbine. Light, young, even very young, slim, and somewhat androgynous, she is one of those laughing, ironical adolescents, who provoke without meaning it, who excite as one plays, and who go into raptures with reticence as if they guessed that by letting themselves indulge in pleasure they would lose this freedom and this lightness which make up their charm. She is the soubrette who hides her wild laughters behind her roguish hand, or the cool and attentive student who wears round glasses in order to study an old text. She is also the beginning journalist in quest of a scoop, who masks her inexperience behind sophisticated manners; or the pretty bookseller who blushes while selling you impudent texts. She is young and shy, but you'll know how to tame her, to reassure and initiate her, you'll know how to make an ideal lover out of her, even though you may have to model her according to your desires.

[Rusalka]

Travels, travels... Your fantasms are only travels! It's impossible for you to find something interesting in beings who resemble those whom you see every day. Those who delight you come from afar, go faraway, and draw you to distant countries, including the depths of your soul. Those are travelers as well as philosophers or research workers, or people who by their thinking cross the borders within which others are confined. It doesn't matter whether the remote realms are physical or metaphysical - what really counts for you is that you can be freed from the daily life which imprisons you.

Whoa! Not bad at all. Besides the "sexual fantasms" bit, I really do like the whole escape literature genre too. And I wouldn't mind a philosopher either.

Of course, you go every day to your work, and your travels are limited to a drive by bus or subway. However, when you close your eyes, it will not take you long to see a globe-trotter, a stranger who will take you to the end of the world. Who is this man who comes from the other side of the horizon? A truck driver as solid and tender as his arms are muscular? A motorcyclist with leather boots who carries you away? A horseman coming from other times? In any case, nothing enchants you more than sharing your man's couch, adventures, and wanderings. This nomad is also often a stranger, an Indian chieftain who initiates you into hearing ancient gods, a Tibetan lama, a blue-eyed Berber, or a proud sultan. He's also a scholar in his library, a philosopher or a writer whose words are travels for you. With him, with this indefatigable traveler, you'll cross all frontiers and discover all sorts of pleasures.

A truck driver?? I think not! He might have a point about the "horseman", though I'm sure Master Rao had actually meant the Knight in Shining Armor.

What can I say? I'm an evil steppe rider and it shows. (and also that I'm a race trader, even in my fantasies, dammit! ) I like the scholar and the library bit. Right on!

[Nerthus]

Libraryans rule!

Umm, mine couldn't have been more innacurate. I'll sue Master Rao

[Phlegethon]

Master Rao is gay.

[Rusalka]

I got the cool bits. Eat your hearts out, everybody.

[Phlegethon]

More proof that Master Rao is gay.

[Nerthus]

Phleg

At least he wrote you a nicer scenario than mine

[Rusalka]

I think Alkman's got the best one, lucky devil.