There’s apparently been a silly debate going on somewhere just beyond the periphery of my Twitter feed; from what I can gather, some of the usual marching morons attempted to assert that porn is not art, or cannot be art, or some such blathering nuttery of that long-discredited ilk. All I really know or care to know comes via having noted Conner Habib stalwartly engaged in refutations; some stupidities are too wearying, honestly, to even be worth rubber-necking at. Drive on.

I am so utterly convinced that the veil between art and pornography is, if it exists at all, a flimsy thing that’s penetrated more often than the most industrious sex worker in a busy port during Fleet Week, that I can never resist posting so-called “fine art” that checks every box you might care to design on any notional mythical “Porn Identification Checklist”. How about, for example, Paul Gustave Fischer’s Morgentoilette?

No? Still not convinced? Back up, close the door, bend down, and look again, this time through the key hole:

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With me it always seems to come back in the end to rich men and their fucking golden boats, doesn’t it?

The above is a detail from Youth On The Prow, and Pleasure At The Helm, painted by William Etty.

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Like the man said, I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like:

This would be fine art even if it weren’t in the fancy frame!

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.

ErosBlog has commented on many occasions on the thin line between porn and fine art. We are fortunate for it, too; artistic merit and redeeming social value is the slender reed that has kept pornographers out of prison (mostly) for most of the last fifty years. I don’t think live bondage bondage exhibits will be popping up in boring art museums near you any time soon, but the objections are more pragmatic than artistic, I’d argue:

I don’t have an artist’s or photographer’s credit for this image, sadly; it circulated widely on Tumblr about ten years ago but only the faintest traces remain on today’s heavily-redacted search engine memories of that time.

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It’s not often that you see actual pussy, complete with a visible vertical slit, in a piece of “fine art” from the early 17th century, but Lazarus van der Borcht managed it (incestuously!) in a painting entitled Lot And His Daughters:

There’s a wisp of veil intervening, but it is so literally transparent as to be utterly metaphorical. I know some of you lazy gits won’t have clicked and zoomed to see the ridiculously high-resolution scan, so here’s the relevant detail:

All in all it’s just about as creepy as the Bible story it illustrates.

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If a young lady would seek to educate herself in the fine art of the blowjob, taking blowjob lessons is no bad thing. But most heterosexual men are not equipped with the skills necessary to impart these lessons! The gulf between merely enjoying blowjobs and being an actual blowjob expert is considerable. That’s why having an oral sex mentor is so important, especially if your blowjob tutor has a firm hand and is not afraid to offer on-the-job performance tips:

Our oral sex co-learning team here consists of Ashlyn Rae and Jennifer White, in a scene performed for Reality Kings.

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I’ve felt, sometimes, that people look askance when I post so-called “fine art” here on my lowbrow sex blog. But, you know, for a lot of years, it was the only porn you could find in respectable society. Don’t believe me? Then hear it from art critic Jerry Saltz, who writes:

I remember an art-history book where – when my parents weren’t home – I’d search for nudes. That was art to me. I once masturbated to Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres’s 1862 The Turkish Bath.

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