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March 17th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Share Our Shit Saturday 12 #SoSS

sharing our shit on saturday

Once again, a Share Our Shit Saturday:

  1. As the towering dumpster inferno that is our national political situation blazes ever higher, I’ve been wondering when and whether the Jeff Sessions justice department won’t launch some sort of spectacular obscenity prosecution against a porn or social media company target. It’s a natural Republican election-year maneuver and there’s solid precedent, which the Rialto Report recently documented in this set of careful interviews documenting how the Nixon administration tasked reluctant prosecutors with launching a round of obscenity prosecutions against porn movie distributors to distract attention away from the Watergate scandal.
  2. I am mildly squicked by age play, so the rise of “Daddy Dom”/”Little Girl” kink play (and its gender variants) has gotten short shrift here at ErosBlog. Fortunately it’s a big internet, and Kate Sloan has just published a detailed FAQ about what she cheerfully calls her “foremost perversion”.
  3. I saw Epiphora tweeting about her review of a bad sex game last week and I didn’t click through or read. I thought, meh, I’ve seen bad sex games and I’ve seen bad reviews. Her bad reviews are good, but I’m busy… It was a mistake. Those dudebros crammed more fail onto one failboat than you would think could possibly fit.

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March 16th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

A Caveman’s Blonde Catch

Here’s a throwback to the pulpy dark ages when caveman jokes were still funny. Only there’s no “joke” to the joke, just a worried-looking nude blonde being carried back to the cave of a club-wielding Neanderthal with the self-satisfied demeanor of a fellow who just developed an afternoon’s agenda more attractive than hunting mammoths:

naked blonde getting carried away by a cave man fumetti cover

The artwork is from the cover of an Italian Zordon pulp comic.

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March 15th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Libertinage Among The Dead

On a certain warm spring night when the clock strikes midnight, young lovers who know the tradition congregate for an orgy in the oldest cemetery in the city. What better way to celebrate life?

a spring solstice celebration of life fucking in the cemetery plus pissing and female ejaculation

Artwork is a detail from Dans Le Cimetière by Jean-Claude Forest (1981). Via Kinky Delight.

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March 14th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Betty’s Pet Archie

I certainly wasn’t planning to do two “Fetish Archie” posts in a row, but after posting yesterday’s femdom giantess post, I noticed that Paltego at Femdom Resource had found an absolutely precious panel of Betty walking Archie like a dog:

betty walking archie on a leash like a dog

I have not been able to readily source the panel to a specific story and book, which means that the “My own pet?” dialog box could easily be a Photoshop; there are an awful lot of modified comics panels out there. If anybody can place this panel for me in the vast Archie corpus, I’d be indebted!

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March 13th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Archie’s Femdom Giantess

The theory that every fetish out there is prefigured by a panel in an Archie comic is, I just realized, a variant of Rule 34: if a fetish exists, there is probably an Archie panel featuring it. Today’s evidence is a panel featuring a femdom giantess complete with a whip, and what makes this “special” is that the whip makes no sense in context of the story and doesn’t otherwise appear.

femdom giantess makes archie and jughead dig for treasure

The panel itself is from an Archie Andrews story in Pep Comics #50 from 1944.

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March 12th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Conjoined Sisters

I’ll bet they are popular on Tinder!

conjoined twins sisters with three breasts and two pussies

Artwork is called Sisters and is (in this form) by FusionCrafter; the artist (per comments on DeviantArt) no longer remembers the source credits for the artwork manipulated to create this piece.

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March 11th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Sex Workers Versus Dating Coaches

My friend Dr. Faustus called my attention to podcaster and essayist Dave Booda, whose article Why Sex Workers Should Replace Dating Coaches struck me as very much the sort of thing I like to highlight here at ErosBlog:

Going food shopping hungry can be a bad idea. When we’re hungry we make poor decisions about what to buy because we’re preoccupied trying to satisfy our urgent needs.

This is also true of dating, it’s hard to be calm and collected when you haven’t gotten laid in a while. I have a lot of love for the men who hire dating coaches, so what I’m about to say is said with a massive amount of compassion and understanding.

Most of the men who seek out dating coaches are desperate as fuck.

Many of these men are at the end of their rope, feel completely helpless and are excruciatingly lonely. Now imagine that guy trying to have relationships with women from that place. It’s a massive hurdle to overcome.

It’s also a catch twenty-two, because that desperation is precisely what’s stopping him from getting his needs met. “Relax and act cool” is an easy thing to say when you have an abundant love life, but it’s ridiculous advice for a man who hasn’t gotten laid in a year. The best male dating coaches can do is help that guy “fake it ’til you make it” but that process is slow and frustrating, not to mention it trains him to repress things like authenticity and honesty.

Now imagine that instead of finding a man to help him he goes to a quality sex worker. She can help meet his physical and emotional needs on day one, so now when he goes out into the world he feels nourished and fed versus starving and desperate.

I am middle-aged and old-fashioned; a lot of my mental baggage around sex work was formed decades ago in a society that could not discuss sex work without spitting. So I’m perhaps too aware how much freight is carried by the word “quality” in Dave Booda’s phrase “quality sex worker.” (His essay goes on to address this.) It’s far too easy for me to summon mental images and stereotypes of sex workers who would not — to put it mildly — outperform dating coaches by any metric. These tired attitudes of mine are balanced, fortunately, by my whole Twitter feed that’s full of bright, funny, compassionate, skillful, sexy, and talented sex workers. And I think the man has a real point: for many a desperate young person, these professionals would offer better value than a dating coach could ever hope to.