December 4th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Perhaps, not really? To be technical: not taking it up the ass ruined Amy’s engagement, and a dispassionate observer might speculate that this actually saved her from what promised to be a genuinely disastrous marriage. Amy herself apologizes for the “clickbaity title” of her post, which is, in full: Not Taking It Up the Ass Ruined My Marriage, and Five Other Stories About Anal Sex. In due time, though, with a different guy, one of Amy’s other anal sex stories goes rather better:
I want to be ravished, to be used, to be his anal slut. His cock slides into my ass, an inch at a time, until he’s buried deep in me. And then he’s fucking me hard. I’m not getting any stimulation to my cunt or clit, but I can feel something building within me. I realise a moment before it happens that I am going to come. My ass clenches around him as my muscles spasm in my first anal-only orgasm. Watching me get off this way tips him over the edge too and he tenses, moans, and I feel him come in my ass.
Afterwards, we cuddle. I say, ‘hey, remember when I thought I didn’t like anal sex?’
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December 3rd, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Sensibilities and fashions change the both, over enough time. I would have thought this was a fine lady taking her morning coffee in her boudoir, but according to this advertisement in an 1881 program for the Boston Symphony Orchestra, it’s more the sort of thing that a fine lady wears to a tea house before the symphony. Who knew?
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December 1st, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Maybe it’s just me, but if I’m counting the arms and legs correctly there are two woman having sex right in front of this dude and he still hasn’t taken his virtual reality goggles off, as a gentleman (or any prudent fellow) probably should:
Sometimes actual reality is better, my good man!
Date on this is uncertain, but the goggles are probably a fairly scifi notion as seen here, since the cover of Sexovid #10 where this art comes from is priced in French Francs, dating it to the 20th century with pretty good confidence. (Art style would suggest 1970s or 1980s perhaps.)
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November 30th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
I missed this bit of video when it went by in 2015, but apparently Miley Cyrus went on Jimmy Kimmel Live to share some thoughts about our weird social attitudes about nipples versus breasts. Yahoo Lifestyle has preserved some of the video, albeit with snarky commentary; but the key part of the discussion made it into the reportage, so you can avoid the slings and arrows of outrageous 2017 web-video monetization if you prefer:
“My dad [would] rather have me with my tits out and being a good person than have my shirt on and be a bitch.
Humans aren’t afraid of the human breast. It’s the nipple that’s the issue. I’m showing my boobs and no one has a problem but the nipples are covered so somehow that’s OK. So America is actually fine with tits, it’s nipples they don’t like. The nipple what you can’t show everyone has but the jug part that everyone doesn’t you’re allowed to show underboob. I’ve never understood the way that works.”
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November 29th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
This is not Maurice Sendak illustrating A Good Time Among The Wild Pagans; in fact the images are from from a medieval illuminated manuscript in the Hague, about which I can’t tell you much more because the database links there are broken and don’t lead anywhere. From context and some of the other captions, I’m guessing these are Roman pagan revels as imagined by sneering medieval churchmen, but I could be eight kinds of wrong. Looks like reasonably good partying to me!
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November 28th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Yesterday’s news about a James O’Keefe-run failed op to fake an accusation against Roy Moore in an effort to discredit the other accusations against him underscored something I’ve been marveling at for a long time. When did the party of “family values” (always a cruel joke, as any ostracized gay person could tell you, but still) decide that winning at politics was more important than how many young girls their preferred people might or might not have raped? Because that’s genuinely a new thing for them; twenty years ago, teenaged-girl-raping in their upper ranks was emphatically not something they would openly tolerate or defend in public.
A tweet by Dana Gould says it in a sentence:
When you hate your enemy more than you love your children, you lose your soul.
(I don’t normally truck with souls, much; I’m just an infosystem that runs on meat, evolved for driving an ape. But they believe in ’em; and it’s a handy proxy-word for things I do believe in, like integrity and honor.)
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November 27th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Ah, for the days when an infectious smile was considered more important than good orthodontia in a nudie flick:
The actress might be Victoria Bradlaw; the nudie picture might be called Houseboat Freakout or that might just be the headline of an unidentified magazine story about it, part of which is all I have for a source.
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