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January 2nd, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Shower Selfie
August 18th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Mussed But Not Broken
I’ll grant you that Rain DeGrey looks a little bit mussed at this stage of her Sexually Broken photoshoot. But broken? Oh no, not by a long shot!
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June 25th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
The Google Shortlinks #Pornocalypse In Action
Remember last week when I blogged about rumors that Google was disabling certain shortlinks built using the Goo.gl link shortener, if the link targets were porn sites? Well, thanks to a pair of tweets from Rain DeGrey attempting to share a photo from HardTied.com, right now you can see that that little chunk of the #pornocalypse in live action. Here are the tweets:
The one & only @DarlingBDSM is worked over by @MWRigger for @HardTied as only they can!! #BDSM http://t.co/BAbBL2POyf pic.twitter.com/GozhucZZWI
— Rain DeGrey (@raindegrey) June 25, 2014
Evidently Google could not deal with the awesomeness that is @DarlingBDSM and disabled the link to her shoot :( Fine. http://t.co/YRAoR2Ypfg
— Rain DeGrey (@raindegrey) June 25, 2014
And sure enough, if you click the goo.gl link in that first tweet, right now Google is serving you this instead of the photo Rain linked to:
The only sentence in the two policy links Google offers that seems even remotely relevant is this one: “Do not use this service for spamming or linking to content that may harm other users.”
The modern state of Google’s anti-spam software: there’s a rule in there that assumes that porn and spam are the same thing. Don’t be evil? My ass.
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June 15th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Porn, For The Experience
The next time you hear someone claim that porn stars are a bunch of exploited victims who obviously must have have been coerced into making porn by the depravity of their economic circumstances, here’s a counter-example you can point them at. In Rain DeGray’s Why I Accidentally Became A Porn Star, she cites a reason that has absolutely nothing to do with the money:
I became a professional naked person because it was the safest way for me to live out my fantasies, to live them out in such a way that I never would of gotten to do if I had remained a civilian, no matter how kinky and perverse and hedonistic that civilian might be.
Don’t believe me? Let me run an example by you. Say it is your fondest desire to experience a gangbang. The idea of being stuffed full of cock in every hole with extra cock available for your greedy little hands is such a turn on you find yourself drooling a little at the mere thought of it. You, must, you need, you CRAVE that experience. So you go to set one up.
First the scheduling is a nightmare. Tom is free on Tuesday but there is no way he can do Weds. Jack is ONLY available on Weds. Matt can’t do it this week, but is available next week, when both Tom and Jack are out of town. And then can you guarantee that everyone going to show up STD free? With the papers to prove it? Those tests run up to $250 a pop. Is everyone willing to shell out $250 to get in on that gangbang? And are they even going to be able to perform once they get there? Or is it going to be a forest of limp and flaccid cock and a bunch of guys staring shamefacedly at their toes? And are they going to be reasonably attractive? Or is it going to be a 350 pound guy named Bubba with a hairy back that has not seen the business end of soap in over a week enthusiastically trying to cram his weenie up your butthole?
Wow. That gangbang sounds like a damn nightmare now, doesn’t it? Whereas if I were to do one on film, I know for a fact everyone will show up, everyone will be able to perform, everyone has clean paperwork and is going to easy on the eyes to boot. Being a professional naked person gives me opportunities that I would never in a million years be able to experience otherwise.
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In porn, every single day is Halloween. You get to play dress up, look amazing in the hair and makeup provided, be in the coolest and most unusual situations, fool around with the hottest people and have the best sex on the planet. In the SAFEST of all possible circumstances. These people are professionals.
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December 31st, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Experiences Of Fisting
From Rain DeGrey at Dirty Words:
I love me some fisting. Love love love. There is nothing in the world that makes me happier then turning someone into a human muppet. I like to get in there until I feel like I hold their heart and very beating soul in my hand.
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The reactions I have seen from fisting are many and varied. The first time I successfully fisted someone, I was so turned on and blown away by the realization of a lifelong dream that I came and collapsed on top of him shuddering, fist still firmly lodged inside. Yes, you can be so turned on by something that you cum, it happens to me all the time.
I have made two different guys go blind. The blindness only lasts about 15 to 30 seconds, but the sensations from fisting can get so intense and overwhelming that vision can grey or short out. Turns out these fists of fury can induce blindness. I got *skillz*!
I have had guys get dizzy and body temperatures drop to the point that I have had to pop them in a hot shower. Mind you, they were sitting in the shower with a wide and beatific grin across their face as they struggle to recall their own name, looking at me in a pleasure-addled stupor, so I wasn’t too concerned.
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May 27th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
The Other Side Of The Wall
What’s going on, on the other side of the wall? Something sure has Rain DeGrey’s full attention:
Is it a man with a powerful vibrator and an insatiable forced-orgasms fetish?
Or, is it a pussy spanking that never seems to end?
The girl in the wall never knows what’s coming next, until it starts to happen. For all she knows, there could be a whole corridor full of playful perverts lined up over there…
Pictures are from the most recent shoot at Sexually Broken. Sorry, there’s no free samples gallery available yet.
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May 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
“I’m Black And Blue… And I Love It!”
Today I don’t get to blame one of my porn research customers for setting me off on an image-researching frenzy. Nope, today it’s entirely Camille Paglia’s fault. In her The Chronicle of Higher Education review of three terrible contemporary academic books about BDSM, she writes:
A brutal bondage billboard on Los Angeles’s Sunset Strip for the Rolling Stones’ 1976 album, Black and Blue, was taken down after fierce feminist protests.
Oh, really? Given that tracking down obscure bits of kink in vintage popular culture is one of my hobbies, I couldn’t resist that bit of bait. To the image searching machines!
The best photograph of the actual billboard in question that I could readily find is this one, from a music blog:
According to this page, the model is Anita Russell and “Mick [Jagger] himself tied her up.” For a luxuriously detailed description of the billboard, we now turn to Carolyn Bronstein, from this interview about her book Battling Pornography: The American Feminist Anti-Pornography Movement, 1976-1986:
At 14 by 48 feet, high above Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, the billboard dominated the skyline. The woman wore a lacy white bodice, artfully ripped to display her breasts. Her hands were tied with ropes, immobilized above her head, and her bruised legs were spread apart. She straddled an image of the Stones, with her pubic bone positioned just above Mick Jagger’s head. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her mouth hung open in an expression of pure sexual arousal, as if the rough treatment had wakened her desire and now she wanted more. The ad copy celebrated the mythic connection between sex and violence, reinforcing the dangerous idea that women get excited when things get a little rough: “I’m Black and Blue from the Rolling Stones and I Love It!”
The art exists on the internet in a much cleaner version that seems to have run as a full page magazine ad:
According to my source for the high-resolution magazine ad version, it ran as advertising in (at least) National Lampoon magazine. I can’t confirm whether that might be so, but I can say that the August 1976 “Compulsory Summer Sex Issue” of National Lampoon featured on its contents page this “answer back” version of the ad with the gender roles flipped:
The original (bound Anita Russel) ad does not appear anywhere in that August 1976 issue of National Lampoon, at least as the issue appears in the Internet Archive; but it might have appeared in other issues for all I know.
I should note that I emphatically do not endorse author Carolyn Bronstein’s dismissive condemnation of “the dangerous idea that women get excited when things get a little rough.” Dangerous the idea may be, especially as a generalized cultural assumption; but there’s manifest evidence that it’s also a truth, for some women at least and for wildly-varying values of “a little rough”. See eg., Rain DeGrey: “I love face punching & it was a huge part of my play for a long time. Was once kept in black eyes for 6 weeks.” A line from Paglia’s review refers to the “the acrimonious, long-running debate among feminists over whether sadomasochism is progressive or reactionary”; Bronstein’s dismissiveness strikes me as being a sniping shot in that unending war.
