January 13th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Coming in just under the Saturday wire, my first Share Our Shit Saturday post of 2018 with a focus on sex workers and products:
- Liara Roux (“Professional bisexual cutie & indie porn director/producer” says her Twitter profile, “Your Travel Sized Sweetheart” says her website) is someone that I knew I owed a favor, because of her tweets at the right time that got me up to speed on the slow-rolling Patreon #pornocalypse stuff. In that moment she was just a Twitter handle to me; I didn’t know her from Adam’s off ox, and could not have picked her out of a photo lineup at a drunk tank. Eventually I discovered that she was posting catch-your-breath cute photos on Twitter. Her breaks-all-the rules, video-animated, music-playing website is the most persuasive example of a professional woman’s anchoring web presence I have encountered, but be warned: it’s mesmerizing. It’s lucky I’m not a rich man, else I might soon be a rather poorer one.
- In case you have somehow missed it, one of my oldest blogfriends Mistress Matisse has masterminded and is marketing an intimacy-enhancing cannabis-based sensual lube called Velvet Swing. Currently only available at select legal cannabis retailers in the state of Washington, so I don’t in-person know anybody with experience of the product. But Mistress Matisse has just about the lowest bullshit-quotient of any sex worker I’ve ever encountered on social media, and she’s convinced me that she poured her heart into creating and getting this stuff onto the market. I believe in her and she believes in Velvet Swing, and that’s good enough for me.
- Adroitly multitasking camgirl Haylee Love manages two dildos, a buttplug, and a vibrator, while rocking a collar and cat ears. Sheerest talent, gentlemen, on display at Sensual Liberation Army.
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January 12th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
His right hand (and the camera person) may not know precisely what his left hand is doing, but the smile on her face tells us that she is fully aware, and has no problem with any of it:
Photo is from the venerable Wasteland BDSM site.
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January 11th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
One of my annual pleasures is the State Of The World conversation held at The Well, between Bruce Sterling, John Lebkowsky, and a rotating caste of various other smart people. This year Bruce said something about ethics that I thought would be of broader interest to the ErosBlog audience:
If you’re a futurist, you become aware that ethics change. Judgements of right and wrong are historically ductile. People do sense that, but they don’t know how to deal with it. It seems sinful.
By historical standards, we’re morally horrifying here in our shiny new 2018. The oligarchs at the top of our society are incredibly greedy, grasping and unfair. The rest of us are unashamed sodomites with fantastic amounts of legalized marijuana.
Our behavior is damnable on its face by the moral standards of one century ago, or two, three, four, five centuries. To find a sister society to our own – meaning people would consider us in 2018 to be normal, A-okay and entirely sensible – you’d likely have to go back to the Rome described in the “Satyricon” of Petronius Arbiter. The heroes in that proto-novel would have no big problem with our cheerful gay sex and the conspicuous wealth of our vulgar oligarchs.
But we Americans wouldn’t own up to our own moral decadence. No way. We’re super-scoldy and scarily confident about our superior ethics. We’re bold and praiseworthy ethical pioneers, or else, we’re the heroic last-ditch defenders of Judaeo-Christian decency.
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January 10th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
This analingus artwork is a detail from an illustration by an unknown artist (thought perhaps to be Berthommé Saint-André) appearing in an edition of Pibrac: Quatrains érotiques de Pierre Louys.
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January 9th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
I went with The Nymph and my good friend Dr. Faustus to the Tulsa Art Deco Museum not long ago, and afterwards we stopped into Decopolis Books across the street. (I commend both of these destinations to anyone who finds themselves on Boston Avenue in Tulsa, Oklahoma.) While in Decopolis Books, I was confronted by the following epic-scale figure I am calling the Tulsa Sky Pilot:
I would go, I think, pretty much anywhere she wished to steer our dirigible.
The art is by trompe l’oeil muralist William The Artist and may be purchased, per the accompanying placard, right off the wall if you have $6,800 and a large enough truck. Or, for a sum unspecified, the placard indicates William The Artist will come around to your place and paint it directly on your own wall.
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January 8th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
I have only one piece of advice for this bare-chested novel-cover heroine: run!
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January 7th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
It’s really quite rare to see vintage erotic art that centers female pleasure to this extent. I mean, our dude is obviously not reluctant or anything; he’s buried his face in her pussy with vigor and intent. But she’s clearly enjoying herself, urging him onward with a firm hand:
Once again this is artwork from an unidentified artist, thought to be “‘Wighead’“, illustrating Ode a Venus aka Ode au Vagin by Clovis Hugues.
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