A Little Vellini in All of Us

The Last Mistress, while it was incredibly raunchy and explicit, was totally and marvelously good. I say with a little shame, Vellini is a character after my own heart. Why do we have to cater to men's idea of what a woman should and shouldn't be? This concept relates to all women in any age or era and it stinks. Men do it to, I know, but for some reason it's more OK for men to be feminine than it is for women to be masculine. The character Vellini was so amazing to me because she never apologized for the way she was, she did what (and who) she wanted and didn't pay attention to commentators. I wish I could be like that. I also wish I could get what I wanted. Vellini is a one of a kind for a reason, and it's a movie for a reason. It's not real. It's not reality and that's not how the cookie really crumbles. In real life Vellini gets an STD and dies a horribly slow and painful death. There is no rest for the wicked, and she definitely was wicked.
One of the things that struck me and was so fascinating was the basic relationship between her and Ryno. It's a perfect example of why sex is not a strong enough tether in a relationship to keep people together forever, but there was something a little more to them. They were both looking for something more that they weren't finding in their counters at the time. Ryno for a strong feminine lover and Vellini for a naive, 'loving' (as in obsessive) partner.