There’s a lot I don’t know about Annie Sprinkle, and you may not either. For instance, did you know that she used to publish a watersports/pissing ‘zine called The Sprinkle Report? I found this announcement for it in the August 1981 issue of Adult Cinema Review:
The rather precious blurb reads:
Urinationalists, welcome to the main stream! With the publication of Annie Sprinkle’s first Tinkle Report, your beloved hobby finally has a quality scholarly journal. Annie’s new newsletter, printed beautifully on beautiful paper, should be to the Golden Shower set what fire hydrants are to Golden Retrievers — an absolute must. Kinky pix, potty poetry, and art that’s strictly #1 make this a fund to read publication…
So what kind of good shit have my fellow bloggers been publishing since the last time I did a Share Our Shit Saturdays post? It’s my last chance in 2018 to round it all up:
The Rialto Report has issued another set of otherwise inaccessible porn-history magazine scans. This batch is all the issues from 1980 and 1981 of the magazine called… well, it’s complicated: “The east-coast magazine Porn Stars first appeared in mid 1980. It only lasted for four issues before undergoing a name change and becoming Skin Flicks. Skin Flicks was even more short-lived and lasted only two months before it was renamed Starlet. Starlet lasted for four issues, before reverting to the magazine’s original name, Porn Stars, once again.” They sort this sort of curatorial mess out, once, so that nobody like me ever has to worry or wonder about it ever again!
Paltego at Femdom Resource was “flipping rapidly through his Twitter” the other day when he “noticed a domme pitching her ‘selectively crafted artisinal pee'”. It seems he was prepared to mock this as a marketing overreach — and well he might! — but discovered it was a false alarm caused by reading too fast. As you were, torches down people.
Susie Bright’s blog sadly sees little activity these days but she has a gig producing audiobooks for Audible as their Editor at Large. I’m linking to her Top 10 Audiobooks I Produced This Year because of one title described thereon: A Day In The Life Of Marlon Bundo, featuring Vice President Pence’s gay pet bunny. Royalties go to good causes that will piss off annoying people.
STD testing is one of those sensible and virtuous best-practices that everyone always advises without pausing to consider the practicalities. It’s easy to breeze “Get tested, be safe!” but for a lot of people there are barriers. Money is an obvious one for which there aren’t easy answers, but even if you have money or insurance that will cover, there are often surprising obstacles, like doctors who will argue with you, not give you all the tests you need, or engage in sex-negative shaming and gatekeeping behavior that makes it all exquisitely humiliating if not outright impossible. In this post, Rain DeGrey positively reviews an STD testing service that sidesteps most of those problems by letting you go to a blood lab near you and then sending your test results by mail. It won’t solve everybody’s problems, but it’s an approach I hadn’t considered and it sure sounds less daunting than having “that conversation” with your regular provider when they aren’t up to speed on the necessary issues!
There’s an ancient comedy song by Ray Stevens in which an obscene phone caller who has been arrested uses his proverbial one phone call to contact not his lawyer but his victim, promising her that when he gets out of jail they’ll have “a big old time” and he’ll bring “a WeedEater, a live chicken, and some peach preserves!”
Exactly what he has in mind is not specified, but it’s not impossible it would wind up looking something like this scene from the 1981 porn move Extremes, featuring Aaron Stuart and Brooke West covered in chicken feathers and grease:
The Ray Stevens song? It’s called It’s Me Again, Margaret:
I have neglected until almost too late the happy task of alerting you to Kink.com’s year-end holiday-themed sales. You still have until midday on January 3 to join at really substantial discounts — as much as 60% off!
Are you feeling particularly gay this year? Better and better, for in that case I bring you great tidings of joy: joining Kink Men is even cheaper!
Hey, it’s Christmas Eve. Is your household prepared to give Santa a proper welcome? I mean, when it’s time for Santa to come down your chimney, you really want him to come down your chimney, don’t you?
“Ho ho ho!”
This image — or at least the fellatrix part of it, which might be a ‘shopped overlay onto a non-porn Santa image — looks to me like it comes from a vintage men’s magazine. But it’s all over the internet and I could not readily identify an original source for it.
This is clearly the kind of haunted castle where a beautiful naked blonde who is troubled by untoward noises in the night is both wise and prudent to flee at once without taking the time to get dressed, stopping just long enough to grab a flapping curtain from a window as she runs screaming from her rooms. However, heading down the stairs into the dungeon of bones looks to have been an error. Is there any way out of that place?
The art is from the cover of I Neri Del Terrore #4.
