January 9th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Details Of An Orgy
Be sure to click through, this is just a detail from a grand-scale 16-person orgy scene!
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January 6th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Dan Savage Schools The New York Times
It’s funny how confused the entire world is right now about Santorum’s little Google problem. I am particularly enjoying all the people who think Santorum is some sort of unfortunate but long-standing homonym. (Heh, heh, Beavis, he said…) But when even the New York Times starts getting the story wrong, Dan Savage (who, for my money, deserves recognition as one of the greatest memetic engineers of the 21st century) gets to set the record straight:
My readers and I did not redefine Santorum because he disagrees with us strongly about gay marriage. We redefined his name after he compared gay relationships to dog fucking and child rape—”man on dog, man on child”—in an sprawling interview with a freaked-out AP reporter. In that interview Santorum insisted that Americans do not have a constitutional right to privacy. Santorum defended sodomy laws that criminalized private, consensual, adult sexual activity—between gay or straight couples. It wasn’t Santorum’s opposition to same-sex marriage, it was his support for bringing felony charges against gay men, lesbians, bisexuals, and heterosexuals for private, consensual, adult sexual conduct that inspired the campaign.
January 5th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Ultimate Asslock: As Seen On TV!
Do you remember my post about The Ultimate Asslock, which is nothing more nor less than a legendary torture tool of the Spanish Inquisition that’s been updated and repurposed as 21st-century BDSM toy and anal chastity control device?
Well, a little bird told me that the Stockroom sales page for this terrifying and expensive assemblage of stainless steel had been updated to include the following mysterious-but-intriguing notation:
As seen in American Horror Story on the FX Network!
Oh really, now? I immediately determined that this was something I had to investigate further.
There followed a tedious (and yet somehow not) procedure involving repeated references to Google, my Direct TV channel guide, more Google, a torrent tracker website, and resort to some quality person-to-person file sharing software. Cursing (and secular prayer) were also indulged in. Still, eventually, I was able to track down the most relevant frame of video.
Sadly but not surprisingly, in its television debut the Ultimate Ass Lock was shown on display in a locked glass case in a sex toy store:
The voice-over of the salesman was entertaining, however. In an Australian or perhaps British accent:
Mike’s Spikes makes this stainless steel ball stretcher; the spikes are fully adjustable. Then there’s the Ultimate Ass Lock, also known as the apple of anguish. Is, ahh… any of this working for you?”
There follows a long and awkward scene in which Our Hero, a character named Chad, seems to stutter a lot.
It’s not a TV show I would normally watch — horror in general doesn’t work for me, and the deliberately cryptic narratives for which American Horror Story is infamous on the fan sites are not something I enjoy. But the acting seems strong, and I really enjoyed the stirring speech that got Chad into the sex shop in the first place. It turns out Chad had snooped on his boyfriend’s computer and discovered the guy was having an online BDSM relationship with “some online S&M freak who calls himself JungleJim4322″. So he’s complaining about this over lunch with a lady friend, and she says to him:
Look, Pat’s obviously got some interests that he doesn’t feel free sharing with you. Now, if you don’t wanna end up sharing him, then you need to make a preemptive strike! You have to fight! Pat’s a great guy, Chad, worth fighting for. And if that means you have to fight with a cat-o-nine-tails and some titty clamps, well then brother, you better fuckin’ gear up!
Truer words were never spoken…
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January 4th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
“Look But Don’t Touch”
This looks like the makings of a good party, but we’ve got to do something to get rid of the finger-waggling chaperone:
January 3rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Sucking Shadows
The basic graphic here has been floating around the internet for ages — I linked to a version of it in 2004 and it was old then — but I find the animated version more amusing:
January 2nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Also: Uphill Climb
From an article on the difficulties of starting a soft-core erotic printed-on-paper magazine in the modern world: “…attempting to recreate an aesthetic that died years ago in an industry that is collapsing in a medium that is declining.”
Yeah, that’s about right. Good luck with that!
December 30th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
A Man-Feast, This Time
Every year around the holidays, we are likely to encounter at least one image of a woman trussed up and prepared for roasting, complete with apple in her mouth. It’s supposed to be funny, I guess, and much depends on how the image is presented. But if it ever seems just a bit too much Hustler-magazine woman-in-meat-grinder for you, maybe it will help to put the apple in a male mouth for a change?
Image credit: Divine Bitches. More here — plus a movie.
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December 28th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Civilization, Assholes, And Internet Communities
First, go read Reddit Makes Me Hate Atheists (for a classic example of the braying mob trying to troll a fifteen-year-old girl off the internet by making rape jokes about her). It’s old hat to anybody who frequents internet discussion communities that lack consistent moderation, but it may be eye-opening to many of you because:
Many civilized people abandon communities like this LONG before the discussion falls to such a low level.
My mother was right about some things and wrong about many other things, but she was right about this: Who we are is, at least partially, defined and created by the company we keep. If you participate in a community that allows its tone to be set by a seeming majority of internet fuckwads, you may be a bit of an internet fuckwad yourself. If you didn’t start that way, the culture of fuckwaddery (like any other) is somewhat contagious; and even if your personal immune system is stronger than most, there’s still guilt-by-association to contend with.
There are ways to keep internet discussion communities non-toxic, but they all require substantial human effort. Sometimes it’s a moderation team with endless time, patience, and discretion; sometimes it’s a community moderation scheme backed up by a community with enough shared values in common to give the up-voting and down-voting some coherence. Sometimes (and this was more common in those legendary days of yore before all the assholes got on the internet, just ask any grey-bearded nethead and he’ll tell you, at length) a non-toxic internet discussion just happens, for a few hours or a few days or a few months. But that never lasts. Whatever the means by which non-shitty conversation happens on the internet, there usually comes a time when it stops happening, when the internet fuckwads begin to dominate the discourse, and all the interesting people get driven away.
The only exceptions I’ve seen have involved that “substantial human effort” I mentioned. Autocratic moderation or informal majoritarian censure, it takes work to keep a conversation civil after the fuckwads have begun to accumulate. And once that work begins to fail, as inevitably as Rome did, you’ll soon find that many of the conversational participants who made the conversation worth having are silenced or driven away by the booming echoing fuckwaddery.
I’m never seen a community recover from that.
So, once the conversation descends below a certain level, it may fairly be asked of the remaining participants: if you don’t consider yourself an internet fuckwad, why are you still there?
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December 27th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Alors To You, Too…
Comic book sex is always dirtier when they talk in French:
December 26th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Bondage Sex And The Liberation Of Culture
The words I wrote six and a half years ago to celebrate the launch of Sex and Submission seem almost naive, now:
If you like your sex at all kinky, you’ll have noticed that genuinely kinky hard core porn is very hard to find. Bondage and spanking photos are a dime a dozen, but how often do you see a pretty woman in a leather collar with her wrists tied giving a big sloppy enthusiastic blowjob? Or bouncing happily up and down on some male porn star prong with her wrists clipped to the D-rings on her collar?
I’m not saying you can’t find it, but it’s not common and it’s rarely commercial.
Not only has the commercial production of explicitly-sexual BDSM porn exploded since I wrote that, but a great deal of stuff that already existed in obscure physical-format publications has found its way onto the web since then. And the web has continued to do its webby thing, constantly shuffling up and exposing to public view deep layers of our cultural history that were well-buried and almost completely invisible just a few years ago. So what once seemed radically uncommon now seems (in retrospect) to have been all over the place. Of course, it never actually was “all over the place”; it existed but it wasn’t available in any practical sense.
I was reminded of this by an old Europorn magazine cover I just encountered on Tumblr. The magazine is called Perverted Orgies #3 and the cover features a woman in bondage being screwed from behind while she sucks another man’s dick, while two more men fumble with details of her bondage. (You can see it here for however long the Tumblr link may last.)
I first saw that image before there was a World Wide Web. It was floating around on the UseNet image groups, in the form of a tiny little .gif about 250 pixels wide. It was a rectangle with an oval mask, so the actual image area was an oval about 200 pixels wide by maybe 110 pixels tall. But there was no way to tell that it was a magazine cover or what magazine cover it was — and even if you knew, the magazine it came from was doubtless long out of print, available only in the physical store of a dealer in old porn, if you could find one in your locale who had one of the sure-to-have-been-a-small-number that were ever printed.
The internet didn’t have a thing to do with the creation of this image. It’s older than the internet. But somebody with a primitive scanner liberated a low-resolution version of this “item of culture” from the bonds of paper, way back in the late 1980s, and put it on the internet. And then, with the marches of time and progress, somebody else with a better scanner did it again, in high resolution with better color fidelity, less cropping, and better preservation of the limited provenance info that is inherent to the magazine cover. And now the daily churn and ferment of the modern web brings it to the surface, from time to time and place to place, where it’s likely to be spotted, in time, by most everybody who is interested in seeing a thing like that. And I’ll wager (though I have not done the exercise) that a few minute’s effort spent typing that magazine information into torrent search engines would yield a more-or-less complete scan of the magazine.
For anybody with an interest in cultural history — and especially, aspects of cultural history that have ever been covert or officially suppressed, like porn — it’s this “everything floats up to the surface and becomes visible, in time” aspect of the Internet that is most miraculous. It’s far from complete, mind you — we have many centuries of recorded culture that have yet to be digitized and brought up from their buried layers of stone and canvas and paper and cellulose and vinyl and magnetic tape. But that’s a project that seems only to be accelerating. No day passes when I do not marvel at some internet find, some cultural treasure that “I can’t believe somebody put this on the internet!” But they do, and they (the whole world!) do more with every day that passes.
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