February 5th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
How does Supergirl change her costume when it starts to show some wear? No writhing shenanigans in a phone booth for her — she just cuts out the super “S” with a pair of scissors. At least one baddie has been so distracted by Supergirl tits that he forgot his evil plan!
This photo enjoys extremely broad circulation on the nerdweb, as you might imagine, but no provenance proffers itself.
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February 4th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
I don’t really believe this “Tits” lunchbox is a real thing that existed so that people could buy and carry it. It looks very real in the photo, but as Kamera Klub says, this must be fake or made for a specific adult promotion.
One site out there — not the first by many years to have published the contextless photo, according to my provenance research — randomly puts a 1973 date on it. Kamera Klub, who are experts in such things, identifies the model on the side panel as Julie Collins, one of the models for legendary British nudie photographer Harrison Marks.
My totally-substantial reasoning for thinking this is a one-off creation or an outright digital fake is that metal lunchbox collectors are a fanatical community with a huge internet footprint of their own. If this tits lunchbox had ever existed, it could be ever-so-very rare and yet word of it would exist in their catalogs, collectors’ guides, and associated web chatter. Yet none of that turns up in searches. Just the one photo, endlessly replicated on “funny-sexy-wow” internet sites.
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February 3rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
You can backstory and infill this pulp art as hard as you like, but there’s no way to reconstruct a storytelling universe in which a transparent spacesuit that’s just for women makes any kind of sense without ridiculous levels of patriarchal nonsense going down everywhere you look:
The (I’m going to bet) involuntarily pussy-flashing femme fatale astronaut and her hapless-but-clad-with-dignity snapped-tether space-walking companion grace the cover of Goldrake #211.
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February 2nd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
I found Becky in a vintage porn magazine, but she looks like a “girl next door” type. That inviting smile sure makes me think it could be time to take a break from the day’s labors. Perhaps just lay down for a little while:
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February 1st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
One of the many treasures in the Internet Archive is an 1878 Parisian edition of a 1668 medical text on — apparently — enema gear such as the clyster and its appropriate uses: L’instrument de Molière; traduction du traité De clysteribus de Regnier de Graaf. I say “treasure” because this book is whimsically illustrated with enthusiastic and determined enema putti drawn by one Gédéon Guerre. When these grim little men come for you, there’s no use hiding. You may as well prepare your anus!
Postscript: Are you perhaps looking at these cute little flappy-winged fatsos and wondering at my choice of the word “putti” because to you, they look like cherubs? This Wikipedia entry may help. Before the chubby little winged putto figure became conflated with the sacred Biblical cherubim, the use of putti in art is said to have been limited to symbolic representations of profane passions. And what passion could possibly be more profane than the one illustrated here?
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January 31st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Via Kinky Delight, a photo out of 1960s Las Vegas featuring eleven Tropicana casino dancing girls out in the desert, supposedly “drilling” but in actuality just making a great photo:
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January 30th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Kneeling naked in a brightly colored pile of skulls — why not? Just keep your whip handy like this naked psychedelic horror babe, and you’ll be fine!
I made this not-so-groovy art discovery on the cover of Black Jack #8: Ladri Di Cadaveri.
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