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December 1st, 2017 -- by Bacchus

VR: I Think He’s Doing It Wrong

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:

lesbian sex while naked man wearing vr goggles is nearby

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

Miley Cyrus, The 2015 Philosopher Of Tits

miley cyrus rocking heart shaped nipple pasties

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

Dance And Play

medieval manuscript naked pagan party illustrations

medieval manuscript illuminated nudes dancing and singing and playing instruments

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

Souls Gone

two devils dropping a man into hell art signed by werntz

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

Look Up, Lean Down

Ah, for the days when an infectious smile was considered more important than good orthodontia in a nudie flick:

flower children nudists hangout: hippie chick with a big smile dangles her boobs over a happy bearded man

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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November 26th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

An Interview With Sophia Loren, 1956

sophia loren publicity photo

The above photo of Sophia Loren comes from a page in the December 1956 and premier issue of Rage magazine, which is available in the Internet Archive. It’s followed by an interview (below) and if the questions are as ridiculously sexist as you’d expect in a men’s magazine of that era, Loren (and/or her publicists) are clearly playing along to sell image, so all’s fair I guess:

Q. I’ve shaken hands with a lot of movie actresses, Sophia, but I’ve never felt a hand as smooth as yours. How do you keep them that way?

A. Olive oil. Every night before I go to bed I massage my hands with three tablespoonfuls of it.

Q. Do you … I mean … this olive oil massage, is tn«t only for your hands?

A. How much olive oil do you think I can afford?

Q. All you want, from what I hear. They say your annual income is about one million dollars a year, after taxes.

A. That may be true, I wouldn’t know. Mama handles all my money. I give her my paychecks; she gives me my allowance, and pays all the bills. We call her the family banker.

Q. I suppose you spend most of your money on clothes?

A. You suppose wrong. I only buy enough clothes to keep warm and decently covered. So many girls must buy expensive clothes to give themselves an attractive figure. I’m lucky, I have the figure to begin with, no?

Q. Yes. And while we’re on the subject, how do you manage to keep that figure in a country where most of the good food is so fattening? Do you have to say no to the pasta?

A. You’re so right. Spaghetti, I love it. In Naples, before I am a movie star, I eat spaghetti twice a day. Even after I come to Rome, even after I am no longer Sofia Scicolone but Sophia Loren, I still eat a dish of it every day. Then my maid begins to complain that my dresses are shrinking. She is tactful. So I look in the mirror and see the truth … here … and here, and here. So now I must cut out all pasta.

Q. What do you do for fun?

A. I drive fast. A Fiat 1400, custom-made. What’s funny is I never get speeding tickets, only parking tickets.

Q. Do you pay for them out of your allowance, or does Mama pay for them?

A. Now you’re teasing. I pay them. They are only 300 lire each – about 50 cents in your money.

Q. How are the night clubs in Rome?

A. I never go out at night. I stay home with my mother and sister, and we read or talk.

Q. Sophia, you know that sounds like something a publicity man made up for you to say.

A. But it’s true. And you know why? Because Italians are very jealous people, especially jealous of the people they make stars out of. If they read about me wearing expensive gowns and going out night-clubbing all the time they would think I was flaunting my money in their faces. They would begin to say, “Who does that Loren think she is?”

Q. O.K., so you stay home. There’s a story that your favorite pastime at home is to take off all your clothes and dance by yourself, in your bedroom, to mambo records.

A. Do you believe it?

Q. I’d like to. It creates a certain picture.

A. Well, it’s not entirely true. You see, I also sometimes dance to music from my bedroom radio, too.

Q. Have you sung or danced in any of your movies?

A. I just finished one called La Donna de Flume, The River Girl, and there’s one scene in it where I sort of hum a wordless tune and wiggle around a bit. The director said it was very effective.

Q. Do you think Italian movies have been so suc- cessful in America because of their emphasis on sex?

A. They don’t emphasize sex nearly as much as most of your Hollywood movies. We take it for granted that women have bodies; Americans make a big fuss over it.

Q. Have you ever had to pose for, say, a calendar, before you got into the movies?

A. No. But for a couple of years I was a model for the pictures that illustrate the love stories in some of our confession magazines. But I was always fully clothed, never partially undressed or nude. Many other Italian actresses started their careers the same way. Gina Lollobrigida, for instance.

Q. According to your publicity people, your bust measures 38 inches, larger than Gina’s. Would you say that was accurate?

A. Gina and I are not in that kind of competition with each other. 38? I don’t know. Maybe 39. I haven’t measured myself lately.

Q. The movie you’re making now co-stars Charles Boyer. How is it to work with him?

A. Delightful. He speaks French, I speak Italian, so we cannot possibly argue.

Q. Will you make some American movies?

A. Paramount wants me to go to India for them; other studios want me to go here, go there. I don’t know! I’ll follow my manager’s advice. Perhaps it would be best to keep on making pictures in Italy, where one can be more honest.

Q. I’ve been watching you for a week, now, Sophia. You get to work at 8 a.m., work through till 6 or 7 then go to the sound studio to dub voices. They tell me you have been doing this for two years straight, without a break. Why do you work so hard?

A. In the last three years I’ve made 17 movies without a day off in between. But it doesn’t seem like work when you enjoy what you’re doing.

Q. Come now. Some people say you’re trying to make all the hay you can while the sun shines, that you’re worried about the pretty young Italian actresses who’d like to take your place.

A. Take a good look. Close. Do you think I need to be worried?

Q. I should say not.

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November 24th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Kinky And Stocked

combat shopping the old-fashioned way

You might have noticed that in general I’m doing a lot less promotion of commercial porn and other affiliate products here on ErosBlog. Partly this is the yields of futility; when there’s not so very much porn-buying going on, for all the reasons we’ve discussed at length in other posts, why “junk up the place” with marketing posts? And partly it’s because your steady Patreon support gives me a bit of breathing room, supporting at least partially my costs of operation and giving me the sense that it’s OK to focus on the kinds of posts that make me (and hopefully you) the most happy. Which is why, these days, if you see an affiliate link on a porn photo it’s very often there because it gives me rights to publish a photo that I otherwise wouldn’t have permission to publish, or wouldn’t have access to in the first place.

That said, I do notice that sales sometimes do still “perk up” at two of the old stalwart companies that I’ve been doing business for almost twenty years — since before I was a sex blogger — whenever they run one of their heavy-discount sales around one of our national holidays. I’m talking about Kink.com and The Stockroom. Whenever they run a big sale and I link to them, my stats show that some of you like to take advantage of the unusually-good bargains. So I consider such posts to be “reader service” as much as anything else.

Image credit (top of post): They say old-fashioned retail is dead. Well, there’s old-fashioned, and then there’s the interior of H.A. Goodrich and Co.’s store in Fitchburg, Massachusetts, circa 1887.

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