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February 1st, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Enema Putti: Little Winged Clyster-Men

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!

Enema cherub grimly carries his clyster enema syringe toward battle.  Prepare your anus!

clyster at the charge: enema putto cherub advances grimly with his enema syringe lowered like a lance

Enema putto riding a klyster enema syringe like a horse toward battle

enema putti pumping a vintage enema machine to administer a high colonic

smiling cherub pumps his own enema machine

desperate cherub dashes for the chamberpot after getting an enema

post enema putti sitting on chamber pots

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

Eleven Dancing Girls

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:

dancing girls in the Las Vegas desert

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January 30th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Psychedelic Horror Nude

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!

nude woman kneels in psychedelic horror pile of colored skulls

I made this not-so-groovy art discovery on the cover of Black Jack #8: Ladri Di Cadaveri.

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January 29th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Festive Erotic Holiday Lights: Panties!

Via Kinky Delight, this photo of Christmas lights hung like enormous panties over the holiday streets of a European town piqued my curiosity. What’s going on with the erotic holiday lights in vast lingerie shapes?

erotic holiday lights festooned in the shape of giant panties over a European city at Christmas

It took some doing because this photo has appeared in every holiday-roundup “50 Funny Clickbait Fails That Will Make You Click!” article for the last five years or so, but I finally managed to track down a German-language story that explains the situation. Google machine translation (below) is far from perfect, but from it we can glean some details. The lights grace Eislingen in southern Germany, and the display dates to the beginning of the 21st century. Their official name is Sternenregen (Star Rain). Local opinion on the panty lights seems mixed, but there’s plenty of positive opinion:

“Shining panties” – lace or horror?
04.12.2015

Smirking or embarrassed turning away at the sight of the “shining panties” in Eislingen’s main street? The Advent decoration in the Baden-Württemberg town becomes a controversy.

Are they glowing underpants? A photo of the Christmas decoration in Eislingen in Baden-Württemberg provides amusement in the net. Hanging over the main street are lights that are reminiscent of triangles on the head – or even on radiant knickers.

“The Eislinger stand for their lighting, because it is not zero fifteen,” said a spokeswoman for the city. The “star rain”, as the lighting is officially called, has been decorating the city center for 15 years, always in the Advent season.

“The underpants belong to Eislingen, what would Christmas be without this decoration?” Wrote a user on the Facebook page of the Stuttgart radio station Die Neue 107,7, who had posted the photo online. Another wrote: “I am ashamed to be an Eislinger.” One asked: “What is going on with you?” Someone demands: “Get away with the things. New jewelry must come !! ”

For some “terrible”, “poor” and “embarrassing”, but for some “cult”, “hehehe”, “legendary” and “that’s been so for 20 years”. A citizen says: “Yes, we old Eislinger are every year proud of our underpants again!”

 
January 28th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Robot Frottage

Serious question: Say you are an artist whose medium is video. Specifically, erotic video. Porn, not to put too fine a point on it. But you’re also part of today’s remix and fan cultures: you work with existing tropes, characters, stories, universes, and memes. (In other words, you are “extending and embracing” intellectual property that is not, strictly speaking, your own.) Now you’ve got a fun little porn loop sitting on your desktop, the product of a few weeks’ work that you want to share with the world.

Where do you upload it?

Forget my rule: almost nobody can afford to host their own video without a business model. Not if it has the potential to go viral.

YouTube is not an option. It’s a #pornocalypse platform. Google/Alphabet does not welcome your porn. Your porn will not survive on their platform for any significant length of time.

Что делать? What is to be done?

There truly is only one sensible solution. You would, you must, upload your work to a tube site.

Yes, yes, I know. Responsible commercial-porn consumers who pay for porn are primed to think poorly of tubes, because tubes have had a such pernicious effect on the commercial porn industry. But where you stand depends on where you sit. And if you’re an indy nonprofit artist looking for free distribution of bandwidth-heavy porn video files, tubes are an amenity. What follows from that is, that as a curator and researcher of obscure porn goodies, I have to give credit where credit is due: sometimes there’s no substitute for a good tube when I’m looking for video that won’t be found, that simply can not be found, anywhere else.

All of which is by way of explaining how I found myself searching pornkai.com for robot sex videos yesterday. Pornkai.com is an extremely interesting and useful site for the porn video researcher. Using various APIs made available by several large tubes and a search engine that does not suck, it exposes more than twenty-two million heavily tagged and key-worded video clips to the queries of intrepid researchers like your loyal reporter. Twenty two is a lot of millions. Or, to put it another way: that’s a metric buttload of video clips.

Did I find me some robot sex? Yes I did. Specifically, I found a somewhat puzzling fan video featuring a robot getting a blowjob followed by robot frottage (robot penis between humanoid thighs):

roboto frottage scene from Nier: Automata fan video by Xiesto

A bit of traditional in-out-in-out robot sex follows that but when our robot decides to sprout a whole bunch of tentacle dicks, Our Heroine (not actually a human, but apparently a humanoid android named Yorha 2B) has had enough; she draws her sword and there’s a sudden spate of robot de-dickifications. Cheering! And scene.

What does it all mean? Fuck me if I can tell you. I did track it all down as fan art associated with a videogame franchise called Nier: Automata. The artist and video maker is XiestoXenox-Xavi, aka Xiësto. I’d call them good at what they do.

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January 27th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Pursued By Large Women

How’s that first day of college going? Pretty well actually! Although perhaps he wasn’t precisely expecting to be avidly pursued by large women with no clothes on:

large women with no clothes on pursuing a surprised college freshman across campus

Artwork graced the cover of College #9.

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January 26th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

A Bath In The Harem

forced harem bathing

harem girls washing the new harem slave

These photos push lots of buttons for micro-fetishes (or at least, recurring themes closely attended to) here at ErosBlog. I’ve always had a soft spot for images featuring opulent bathrooms and fancy plumbing. Furthermore, I’m quite partial to en déshabillé women at their ablutions. Plus, since these photos show harem-induction preliminaries from a 1960s soft-porn version of the Victorian classic The Lustful Turk, they push not only all the general Orientalist harem-fantasy buttons that lurk throughout the Western literary imagination, but the very specific power-over fantasy that’s often summarized (among men, at least, and sometimes with a wink and a leer) as “have that one bathed and sent to my tent.”

*Smack!*

Hey, what’s that sound?

That, it turns out, was the sound of me writing myself smack into a brick wall. Uh, ouch.

I initially drafted this post a few months back, and found that I couldn’t post it. So I wrote a little note to the future and buried it in my drafts folder:

In early October 2018 as I am writing this, it’s looking a lot like the United States Senate is about to vote to put a rapist on the United States Supreme Court. Which means — I just discovered — that my over-fifty cis-male privileged white thoroughly-calloused nerve endings are feeling just a tiny bit raw about rape culture. In fact those nerve endings are feeling too raw, it turns out, to post Victorian-era rape porn (reimagined as 1968 soft-core sexploitation) in order to mine it for fetish fuel.

And that is not a limit I ever expected to set for myself.

I don’t even think I’m setting it now. Not once and for all, not for all time. I have more than once characterized my editorial goals here at ErosBlog as unabashed and unapologetic male-gaze writing about porn, while striving not to be a complete dickhead to and about women. Rape fantasies, and rape porn that embodies and depicts those fantasies, are enjoyed by men and women both (I do not say “alike”) and their role within rape culture is complex and controversial. I’ve cheerfully and noisily waded into those controversies in the past, with my trusty shield of “well, actually” in one hand and my slippery staff of mansplaining in the other. When it comes to porn that encompasses elements of rape culture, usually my reflex is to publish and be damned. For reasons. Damned good ones, I think.

But not today, dickhead. Not today. Not in early October 2018. Because if my not-so-very-touchy nerves are currently so raw about rape culture that I flinched at a bit of light-hearted “have that one bathed and sent to my tent” harem tomfoolery — a meme that I’ve cheerfully deployed at least four times previously — then I don’t need to ask a rhetorical question about how it’s going to feel to the women in my audience today, the day that women are lining up to be arrested at the United States Senate as Susan Collins blathers at length about what a fine and innocent man Barty McBoof is.

I don’t need to ask, because I already know. Today is just not the day for it. I’ll put this post in my queue with a hold note. I’ll post it on a happier day for women, or for the United States, or for the world. An election day, perhaps, or an impeachment day, or an indictment day, or an embolism day, or an infarction day, or a “resigns to spend more time with his family” day.

So, if you’re seeing this — nice day, isn’t it?

I woke up this morning in a sunny bedroom with the notion that having yesterday watched a powerful woman teach the president of the United States a badly-needed lesson in manners and Constitutional governance did indeed qualify today as a nice day. Cheers!

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