Too Much Rebel Scum
Sometimes it’s a problem when your minions are at once diligent, but not very bright:
What a waste of effort, collecting all that rebel scum!
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November 1st, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Too Much Rebel ScumSometimes it’s a problem when your minions are at once diligent, but not very bright: What a waste of effort, collecting all that rebel scum! Similar Sex Blogging: October 31st, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Finnish Orgy: Office Humor?I found this pen-and-ink orgy drawing (that may remind readers stylistically of the hugely popular Where’s Waldo? franchise) as a two-page spread in Finland’s Nyrkkiposti #4 from 1972. Per machine translation of the caption (see below) it appears to have been widely circulating as photocopy humor at the time: Waldo would not be imagined for about another 15 years, so don’t waste too much time looking for him!
Similar Sex Blogging: October 21st, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Naked Hitchhiking With Valerie, 1971There’s context clues near this photo in the 1971 issue of the Dutch magazine Lach to make me think Valerie here is coming or going from a popular hippie hangout at the Vondelpark in Amsterdam, but the article doesn’t seem (within the limits of machine translation) to say so specifically: Nonetheless, I’m sure she got all the rides she needed! Similar Sex Blogging: October 19th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
She’s Sexy When She ReadsAll these men who’re threatened by the smutty romance fiction their wives devour on their e-readers? Dumbasses! In any era and with any technology, reading is sexy:
That doesn’t look like pleasure reading, however; the book looks heavy and scholarly. She’s dressed to invite distraction; do you think she’d welcome a study break? Photo is from the July 1978 issue of the Dutch magazine Honey. Similar Sex Blogging: October 17th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Architectural Bondage Of The Gilded AgeThe last gilded age has faded from living memory, and the wildest excesses of the railroad barons and trust kings are mostly forgotten. But as we enter the next such age of hyper-billionaire misbehavior, it’s perhaps useful to remember how the kinky parties of the last batch of ridiculously-rich assholes were lampooned: Topless and bottomless women of surpassing beauty, draped in bits of form-fitting fabrics that cover nothing, then forge-welded into architectural set-piece wrought-iron fetters to light the way of arriving party guests? Why not? If you’re rich enough, they let you do it! The artwork is by Carlo, aka Charleno. Similar Sex Blogging: October 15th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Scrambling The Desires Of Decent MenMost of this video is a review of a worthy-sounding book about modern fascism called The Player And The Played by Max Haiven. But what fell most heavily into my ears were a few short words about conservative/fascist hatred of trans people:
I find that phrase “scrambling the desires of decent men” incredibly descriptive of trans panic. “I don’t desire her!!! Him? It? Shit! My pronouns just crashed and I’m mad about it! I don’t even know what that is! Double shit, so attractive! But OMG but I’m still confused about what they are, that’s scary! Fuck, why is this sexy freak even on my feed?!? That ought to be illegal!” If he’s sex-positive and reasonably enlightened, an actually-decent man (unlike your neofascist bigots) can survive a bit of scrambled desire, surf the confusion, let the social media ocean spit him out onto the beach, and get on with his life, no harm done. But the usual suspects who explode across the internet (and our political landscape more generally) with outbursts of anti-trans bigotry don’t have enough emotional intelligence for that. When their desire gets scrambled, they move immediately to look outside themselves for someone to blame, and the obvious target is the trans people who “cheated” and scrambled their libidos. I won’t soon forget the phrase “scrambling the desires of decent men” — it’s too descriptive, I think, of what the bigots are mad about. Similar Sex Blogging: October 13th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
An Infestation Of Horny ElvesThe rooms seemed totally fine when he rented them. But at night, when he’s asleep, they turn out to have a bit of an infestation problem. Should I use that word, truly? Maybe “infestation” is too harsh. Perhaps you would not choose it. But our man wakes up at least twice a night buried under a swarm of horny elf women: Where they come from, where they go, it’s far from clear. The door has a robust lock on the inside. The landlord just laughs at him. A consulting wizard offered to swap rooms, if he could nail down a long-term lease. He always awakes well-rested, despite the interruptions. He’s philosophical about it. He’s slept in worse places. It could be bugs or vermin. He will survive! Artist is Calm, who has a Patreon. Similar Sex Blogging: |