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March 2nd, 2018 -- by Bacchus

The Game Is Afoot

The only thing wrong with this game of footsie (as I understand the “rules”, anyway) is that it’s supposed to be played underneath a long tablecloth so that nobody can see what is going on:

footsie under the table

From the cover of Maniak #7.

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March 1st, 2018 -- by Bacchus

The Archie Andrews Escort Agency

In a long career of dumb ideas, opening an escort agency was probably not Archie’s dumbest, but it certainly wasn’t his smartest, either:

Archie escort agency idea

Of course, if “escort” had begun to be used as a euphemism for “sex worker” in 1942 when Pep Comics #30 published this storyline, there’s no hint of it in the story; the notion was $10 squeaky-clean dates for lonely ladies so Archie could pay off a $20 traffic ticket.

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February 28th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Kermit And Miss Piggy, Resurgent, Provenanced

kermit-miss-piggy-sex-pictures

I have been noticing a set of four grainy images speeding about on Twitter in recent days, a poor degraded sample from what I faintly remembered to be a much larger set of enthusiastic and hilarious Kermit-and-Miss-Piggy art-porn dating back five or six years, that was mentioned briefly at ErosBlog before. My faintly-triggered recollection is that much better photographs exist elsewhere on the web. I can’t really be the guy to curate comprehensive sets of materials like this, because if I assemble and host a definitive image set, eventually the wrath of Henson (the wraith of Henson?) will descend on me. But the doctrine of fair use allows me to at least put together some representative samples and information for the curious seeker, or so I believe and am prepared to defend.

kermit licking miss piggy, aka the whore of babylon

You may therefore imagine my alarm when, upon determining the provenance of this artwork in greater detail than I had previously known it, I realized that the provenance itself was at some risk of being lost. Although there are doubtless many other rapidly-evaporating web references, the one I found is an obsolete search result in the Tineye reverse image search engine, which is at risk of being purged from that engine the next time their crawler finds that the underlying link is gone 404 Not Found:

broken tineye search result

That, plus some work with the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine, gets us all of the information about the underlying source art project. But crucially, you will notice that there are no archived images present; without something like my screen capture and this blog post, there might be no way for a future researcher to definitively link the text I am about to quote with these images. It turns out the photos are of epoxy clay sculptures for a 2012 art project by Emilio Rangel:

The project La Puta de Babilonia (The Whore of Babylon) takes its name from a biblical character from the Book of Revelations that represents the evil and lust inherently present in people. This character appears as one of the signs of the Apocalypse, being the one who corrupts the kings of men through desire. A total of 148 pieces, which constitute the entire collection, were sculpted to create a visual deployment of this biblical character. Some pieces depict a swine and a frog having sexual intercourse in different positions, various pigs in erotic positions, and a central piece, representing the Whore of Babylon (the swine) over the seven-headed beast. The total installation of the forms illustrates an almost pornographic landscape of animals with very funny anthropomorphic features.

One hundred and forty-eight pieces! No, they’re not all as amusing as the ones that have been circulating recently. But “emilio rangel miss piggy 2012” and variations will still turn up quite a few decent images. Don’t limit yourself to Google; Bing, Yandex, and sometimes even Duck-Duck-Go all filter “porn” less than Google does, and can sometimes work better for searches like this. Play with it; have fun. What, you don’t have the time? Well, you could pay me; I’ve done detailed curation work like this more than once, for discerning private collectors. As the old saying goes, there’s more than one way to get a frog out of a pig’s ass!

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February 27th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Georgia, Waiting For Her Sandwich

I am in receipt of the “all bodies are beautiful” memorandum, oh yes, and mostly I appreciate its sentiments. But we remain who we are, and who am I? I am a man who, upon seeing a woman beyond a certain degree of slimness, cannot resist the urge to imagine that she might be waiting for me to hand her a toasted sandwich. This 1918 photograph of Georgia O’Keeffe, taken by Alfred Stieglitz, definitely triggers that impulse:

Georgia O'Keeffe nude

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February 26th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Prepare Your Anus: Cheerfully, for Enema

enema preparation artwork

This vintage enema scene is from the French flagellation novel Petit Dactylo by “Sadie Blackeyes” (said to be the pseudonym of Pierre Dumarchey, aka Pierre Mac Orlan. Art is signed G. Smit.

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February 24th, 2018 -- by Bacchus

Awash In Fine Artful Porn

There’s apparently been a silly debate going on somewhere just beyond the periphery of my Twitter feed; from what I can gather, some of the usual marching morons attempted to assert that porn is not art, or cannot be art, or some such blathering nuttery of that long-discredited ilk. All I really know or care to know comes via having noted Conner Habib stalwartly engaged in refutations; some stupidities are too wearying, honestly, to even be worth rubber-necking at. Drive on.

I am so utterly convinced that the veil between art and pornography is, if it exists at all, a flimsy thing that’s penetrated more often than the most industrious sex worker in a busy port during Fleet Week, that I can never resist posting so-called “fine art” that checks every box you might care to design on any notional mythical “Porn Identification Checklist”. How about, for example, Paul Gustave Fischer’s Morgentoilette?

morning toilette nude washing at washstand with basin and mirror

No? Still not convinced? Back up, close the door, bend down, and look again, this time through the key hole:

keyhole view of nude woman washing herself

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February 23rd, 2018 -- by Bacchus

A Dream In The Vale Of Cashmire

In Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem Alastor the narrator, asleep in the vale of Cashmire, dreamed of a veiled maid:

Sudden she rose,
As if her heart impatiently endured
Its bursting burthen: at the sound he turned.
And saw by the warm light of their own life
Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil
Of woven wind, her outspread arms now bare,
Her dark locks floating in the breath of night.
Her beamy bending eyes, her parted lips
Outstretched and pale, and quivering eagerly.

Who among us, really, hasn’t had a dream very like that one? Apparently the veil she was wearing was pretty thin (also true to my experience of such dreams) and that seems to have been how American illustrator Frank Thayer Merrill imagined her as well:

veiled nude dream maiden

Artwork is from this 1905 edition of Shelly’s poems at the Internet Archive.

 
 
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