July 5th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
She Feels Unappreciated
Too much wine? Working too hard? Just a dull lout? Whatever his problem, the woman in his bed feels unappreciated:
From a 1920 issue of Le Rire.
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July 3rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
4th of July Kink.com Super Sale 2019
Kinky 4th of July! Yeah, I know; it’s a holiday under strain just now. But when the going gets tough, the tough get kinky — isn’t that how the saying goes? Honestly, a big sale with huge discounts on all eighty Kink Unlimited channels sounds like the best kind of fireworks to me:
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July 3rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
A Friendly Evening On The Couch
One of the better evenings in, when “Netflix and chill” leads, as it so often does, to better things:
Art is by Sparrow.
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July 2nd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Marooned Sailor Doesn’t Want To Share
Some people in my Twitter feed were mocking a load of gender-essentialist TERF nonsense that I didn’t actually pay attention to, but which apparently consisted of elaborate last-humans-alive shipwreck fantasies designed to make some sort of nonsense point about reproductive plumbing being more important than gender identity. I dunno, I wasn’t there, you guys aren’t paying me enough to read that stuff.
What brought me into the conversation was somebody’s observation that women in these castaway fantasies are never allowed any sexual agency; it’s always assumed they are free for the fucking by whatever man washes up on the same beach with them. So I shared this 1950s cartoon recently seen on ErosBlog as a reinforcing example of the trope.
Just now I remembered that Bondage Blog recently published yet another perfect illustration of that notion. In this one, the castaway women are explicitly reduced to bondage fuck-chattel of no agency whatsoever, and the cartoon is about a desperate bluff by the dude currently in possession to avoid sharing “his” island harem:
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July 1st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Snake Goddess Through And Through
When you worship a malefic snake goddess, some of the rites are… rigorous. Of they who seek the golden snake goddess’s favor, much is demanded:
Artwork is by Ferocius, from his graphic novel Eurygraphe.
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June 30th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Friendly Dalliances
I got a funny feeling of deja vu when I stumbled across the image above. I couldn’t think why, exactly, considering that I was fairly sure I’d never seen that particular illustration featuring two women enthusiastically renewing “their old friendship.”
The mystery nagged at me until bedtime. But when I woke up the next day, the answer to the puzzle was in my head, as sometimes happens. In my youth, when I was too much the callow virgin to understand just how dirty-old-man weird the whole thing was, I greatly enjoyed a science-fiction reflection on immortality called Time Enough For Love by Robert Heinlein. One of the pithy observations of that book’s central character, Lazarus Long, is the following:
“Sex should be friendly. Otherwise stick to mechanical toys; it’s more sanitary.”
Don’t let yourself be unduly distracted by the germ-phobic misogyny encoded in that claim. (Even in his far-future literary context, the immortal Lazarus Long was supposed to be an unreconstructed throwback fossil of a man from Earth’s dark ages, aka our times.) The idea of sex as a friendly thing, as a thing friends do, is one of many themes explored in Time Enough For Love. And at the time I first read the book, it was a more controversial, or at least novel, notion than it is today.
In my adolescent imagination, as reinforced by the culture around me, sex was a matter of passion, lust, urgency … but of friendship? Not so much! The notions of “friends with benefits” and the practice of casual hooking up surely existed, but they weren’t culturally visible in the way that the internet has made them today. Dating services existed, but they were for finding a wife, or at the very least a potential long term relationship; nobody would have dreamed of naming one Adult Friend Finder. Other services existed, too, for satisfying more instant urges; but although a phone call to one of them might produce many wonderful things, friendship most definitely was not on the list of services provided!
It’s now been mumble-umph decades since I first saw the “sex should be friendly” exhortation in Time Enough For Love. That’s nothing! Certainly it’s not the couple of millennia of experience claimed by the notional narrator who notionally exhorted. It’s not even enough to catch me up — not by a decade or two yet! — with the age Heinlein must have been when he first wrote the friendly-sex notion down on paper. But it’s long enough to have seen some things, and to have done some things, and to have consumed untold millions of words of commentary by other folk.
Has anything I’ve seen or done changed my mind about the essential wisdom of keeping your sexual encounters friendly? Nope, nope, and nope! That’s not to say that they can’t also be filthy and perverted or whatever-the-hell you like, but it’s been my observation that for most of us, sex is first and foremost a difficult thing: an enterprise with high transaction costs, a transaction not lightly negotiated. If you’re going to go to all that fucking effort, you might as well spend the time in camaraderie with your partner-in-lust!
Art in this post is by Erich von Götha.
June 28th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Going Down For The Last Time: His Final Muff Dive
It’s been a long time since I heard the term “muff diving” and I don’t think it was usually used quite so literally. This cartoon is a little bit dark, but at least somebody’s happy in the final panel:
The artist is Shary Flenniken, who had a long run in National Lampoon in the 70s.
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