For some reason when I view this gallery I can hear the mock nature-documentary narration: “Here we have a rare specimen, an absolutely beautiful Large-Eyed Mima, bathing in her natural habitat, a tumbling mountain stream. This species is often forced to compete with aggressive brown bears, who frequently fish in the same waterfalls…”
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Okay, I promise no more octopuses for a while, unless there’s popular demand. A gill-man might be in the future, though.
Instead, inspired by Bacchus’s post of a fetching smiling showgirl a few months back, I’ve decided to go rummaging around deep in the history of movies to see what might be interesting. Unsurprisingly, there was some pretty racy stuff in the early era of talkies, it turns out, before the pokenoses got the upper hand in 1934 and imposed the Production Code, sometimes known as the “Hays Code,” after its author Will H. Hays, who had previously achieved distinction as a national luminary as the chairman of the Republican Party and campaign manager for Warren G. Harding.
This post’s subject is Murder at the Vanities (1934). The core plot isn’t anything special: murder, blackmail, horny cops, lovebirds threatened by a dark secret, etc. All a pretty normal day at the office if you work in New York. But what makes this movie especially entertaining is that the plot plays out backstage during a Broadway musical, which gives the moviemakers all the excuse they need to put on a long series of musical production numbers.
Musical production numbers filled with scantily-clad showgirls, of course, as the tableau vivant in the opening number “Where do They Come From (and Where Do They Go)?” makes clear (click image for larger version):
The “girls in boxes” image in the background makes me wonder whether this movie doesn’t deserve a shout-out in the ASFR community. [Bacchus: ASFR...wuzzat?]
The musical contains an “island fantasy” scene as well, complete with a chorus of scantily-clad nereids.
And watching this scene, I kept thinking of an audience, in some local movie palace in Bridgeport or Kalamazoo or Duluth, really getting its money worth for a few hours away from the Depression and the small-town grind. More specifically, I thought of an imagined fifteen year-old boy in the audience, desperately hoping that it’s dark enough because, well, you know why.
Enjoy this while it lasts, kid. It’s 1934. Mr. Hays and his Code are coming down. Probably you’re not going to see anything this sexy on a movie screen for another thirty years.
But the number that really struck me was a “Mexican fantasy” scene, with a song called “Sweet Marihuana.”
Another tableau vivant, this one with topless, albeit chastely-posed, chorines representing cactus flowers, I guess. Might we have a closer look? Well, of course.
The lyrics to the song:
Soothe me with your caress,
Sweet marihuana, marihuana.
Help me, in my distress
Sweet marihuana, please do.
You alone can bring my lover back to me.
Even though I know it’s all a fantasy.
And then, put me to sleep.
Sweet marihuana, marihauna.
As the late, great Anna Russell would say, “I’m not making this up, you know.”
Bonus attraction: Duke Ellington himself, and his orchestra. They get a number in which they run the white boys right off the stage.
I bet Mr. Hays really didn’t like that either.
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Two simple photos of a woman removing her pants for a medical exam:
(Source: This gallery.)
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By now I’ve got something of a history of announcing new sites from Kink.com, so why stop now? The next in the pipeline is an ass-themed site called EverythingButt.com, which is already “up” with several shoots even though it won’t be formally open and live for a few more days. The site’s marketing copy makes it sound like a full buffet of fetish fun for anybody who enjoys playing with butts:
EverythingButt.com celebrates ass play in all its forms. Spanking, enemas, fisting, fucking, licking, and sniffing are performed by experienced porn stars and anal virgins too. These beautiful naked women all come to enjoy the smorgasbord of extreme anal antics under the skilled supervision of bondage master Lochai. It’s an exhilarating festival of analingus, Klismaphilia, and no-holds-barred buggery, scientifically designed to induce your expectant salivation. Do you “Yum!” for bum? Then dive in!
In looking over the new site (there’s even a a free trailer clip) the first thing that struck me was a delightful still photo from the preliminary “model interview” part of one of the shoots:
That’s the lovely and talented Bobbi Starr looking sanguine about those very large implements — and I use the word “talented” in a most considered fashion. (You’ll have to take my word for it unless you join the site or buy the shoot, but it’s true; for now, let me just say…they fit.)
Sadly the usual free sample galleries are not yet live, but I snagged a few pictures of a shower scene to share here. We begin with Aiden Starr and Flower Tucci taking an innocent shower together:
Note the scrunchy-thing! I always thought those were some sort of shower fungus that’s symbiotic with women, because they started accumulating in my bathroom (the scrunchy things, that is, not women) right after The Nymph moved in with me. But apparently, it’s for washing with. Who knew?
Moving on, the ladies decide to put on a little display of soapy bottoms:
And then we move on to the double-enema portion of our program. Apparently if you want to get really clean, showering together just isn’t enough any more:
I’d be remiss if I closed this blog post without alerting you to a contest offering the chance to win a six-month subscription to EverythingButt.com. They have a logo:
The contest involves dressing up your own butt to look as much like the logo as possible; the details are here. You’ve only got until Monday, so don’t dally!
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Is there nothing those naughty octopuses won’t get up to? PZ Myers over at Pharyngula came up with this image yesterday:
If I read Myers caption correctly, whatever these octopuses are up to is interspecies contact, as it involves a male Vulcanoctopus hydrothermalis on top of a female Benthoctopus.
Notorious dogmatic atheist posts cephalopod bestiality tentacle photo on the Internets, oh noes! Somebody alert Dr. James Dobson.
One is surprised this didn’t catch on the way Redbook did:
The panels below are details from an unknown French-language graphic novel that appears to feature lustful adventures in some sort of harem:
From alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons.
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Word is that a tabloid in Australia (obviously not a publication that values any broad notion of press freedoms) has managed to stir up a massive set of police raids against the company that produces the AbbyWinters.com family of websites. Reports differ on whether computers and data were seized, but the owner of the company was arrested (no charges yet filed).
If you’re familiar with the photos from AbbyWinters.com (which was once, briefly, an advertiser on ErosBlog) your mind will be boggled by this development:
Australian sexual politics are notoriously primitive, true, but AbbyWinters.com is famous for making some of the classiest, prettiest soft-core porn [see note below] in the world. It’s hard to imagine the expenditure of serious law enforcement resources on this, even in a place where it’s illegal to make an “objectionable film“.
Note: I should expound on my carefully-considered use of the word “porn” in the preceding paragraph, because the company behind the Abby Winters websites is — though respected for the quality of their photos — in one sense a bit of a laughing-stock in the U.S. adult industry. In short, they are often mocked — in my view, deservedly so — for insisting somewhat shrilly that their products are not pornography. Indeed, their boilerplate affiliate-promotion agreement used to threaten in direst terms to terminate any affiliate who characterized their products as porn. From an objective standpoint, this is about as ludicrous as threatening to fire a used-car salesman if he should ever be so vulgar as to call an automobile a “car”. As the current story makes clear, the bizarrely hostile legal environment in Australia presumably goes a long way toward explaining these “it’s not porn, honest!” symptoms of schizophrenia.
I can muster nothing but astonished contempt for the Australian newspaper that “takes credit” for stirring up the raids. Although I understand that Australia does not share the much-besieged constitutional protections of press freedom we endeavor to enjoy here in the United States, I am further aware that newspapers throughout what was formerly called “The British Empire” nonetheless do treasure and profit from a fairly robust freedom of the press. For them to attack this very freedom in order to sell a few newspapers — when instead they should be doing everything they can to protect and extend it — strikes me as both hypocritical and shortsighted. Or even downright idiotic.
Thanks to Violet Blue for the links.
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The whole “disembodied penis” theme seems to run strongly through Reunier’s work; we saw it vividly in the previous post, but it’s present in this satire on marriage also:
Just in case you’re one of those innocent people who missed the symbolic import of the whole “witches riding on broomsticks” thing, this vintage art by Eugene Reunier ought to sort you out:
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I suppose if I am going to post on crazy-ass movies like Robotrix I would be remiss if I didn’t also briefly review a non-crazy book like David Levy’s Love and Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Relationships. From the cover art:
Only fitting. Other little boys seemed to want to grow up to be Batman or G.I. Joe, but I wanted to be Victor Frankenstein.
Levy’s is a good book, though not as exciting as I might have hoped. Levy divides his book neatly into sections on Love and Sex. Love comes across as somewhat ploddingly earnest, an exposition of the almost-obvious. People get attached to objects, don’t they? They very much love their non-human pets, don’t they? They already get attached to robot pets like Tamagotchi and the Sony AIBO. So we can probably expect that when there are humanoid robots that act at least sort-of human, the attachments will get all the deeper.
Yes, I can see that. Even as of 2001, some robots were already looking pretty human:
In the second part, Sex, things do perk up a bit. There’s a lot of good history and exposition here of devices and potential technological precursors to full-fledged sexbots: virtual reality, sex dolls, vibrators and other sex machines are all covered. There’s even an eye-opening account of the teledildonic pleasuring of Net Michelle by Violet Blue at the New York Museum of Sex in 2005 (see p. 267). There are also extended discussions of why men and, perhaps more interestingly, women pay others for sex.
Levy, himself an expert in artificial intelligence, thinks that robots sufficiently appealing to humans to be not just exotic sex toys but something like real partners will likely be in production by about 2050, which might be right — it’s in any event less optimistic than “singularity is near” estimates put out by the likes of Ray Kurzweil. And Levy also thinks that prevailing social trends will make robot sex and possibly even human-robot marriages much more acceptable.
(You mean we have to wait another four decades before you can buy your own robot Selena off of Amazon.com?)
(Life is not fair.)
I’ll offer a technical quibble, which is that the kind of artificial intelligence necessary to make a robot good enough to want to marry would be such a formidable technological breakthrough that we really would be living in an entirely different technological universe, possibly a post-human one in which it would become unclear how or even whether a distinctively human concept like “marriage” would apply. Another possibility, one which Levy himself does not discuss, is that we might be able to make human-like robots whose intelligence rests on modified human whole-brain emulations rather than on hand-coded artificial intelligence. This possibility is one which I’ve written about on ErosBlog before and which is the fictional premise behind the ripping-good science fiction novel Saturn’s Children (by Charlie Stross), which is the book you ought to be reading if you really just want to have fun with this topic.
Though the mention of Saturn’s Children brings up an additional, cautionary thought. In Stross’s novel, ordinary biological human beings die out completely, probably in large measure because robots are more fun to be with than people. Depending on your point of view, you might find that rather sad.
Because VirtuaGirlHD is a stalwart supporter of ErosBlog, I understand at an intellectual level that the “plain white background” aesthetic of their sample photos has a practical purpose (think “green-screen”). Nonetheless, I kinda dig it:
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Remember the sex melon? Apparently melon sex is not just for guys any more: I should think, however, that she'll need some lube on that thing if she hopes to make any progress.
