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October 2nd, 2017 -- by Bacchus

An Impossible-Sounding Situation

This post falls very much in the category of my endless quest to pursue and repeat authentic-sounding accounts of diverse sexual experience that I would never encounter and do not need to understand. From the Courting Disaster advice column in Guts:

I am a non-binary faggy sort of bi trans woman who tends to be mostly into other trans women and men (cis or trans). For better or for worse, I effortlessly pass as a cis woman despite that never being the goal for my own transition.

I’ve hit a problem where years on hormones have transformed how my genitals work such that I have become an arcane puzzle-box that bewilders all of my sexual partners until they give up.

Since hormones, I have not been brought to orgasm by a sexual partner even once. Everyone who has slept with me has been a cis str8 man, also far from intentional (they only got past my “I don’t want to be seen by straight people” filter by marking themselves heteroflexible). In my experience, str8 men are generally bad at sex anyway. When I was cruising as a gay man, I was usually able to teach str8 men what to do to me to make me finish. Unfortunately, I now have no clue myself what exactly they should do. It doesn’t respond like a dick anymore, nor like a clitoris. I’ve been able to do it to myself but when others do the same things it doesn’t seem to feel like anything.

I’m not sure if this is just because the str8 men I’ve slept with aren’t very good at sex, or because I’m really that much of a challenge now.

I’m a little bit unimpressed with the conflict inherent in the suggestion that “str8 men are generally bad at sex” coming from someone who has “no clue myself what exactly they should do”, but hey, it’s an honest conflict anyway, from someone who is seeking advice on how to resolve it. Whether the advice they actually get is helpful? That’s way beyond my pay grade.

 
October 1st, 2017 -- by Bacchus

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September 30th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Movie Club Guild 8mm Nudie Films: An ErosBlog Project?

In what was doubtless the long hard winter of 1955-1956, Mr. Earl Stout of Central, Alaska (per Wikipedia, then a town with a declining population of perhaps 35 people) received five or more air mail deliveries of 8mm films. Roughly fifty years after he received them, some of his 8mm film deliveries turned up at an estate sale in Fairbanks, where I bought them for small money:

nudie loops 8mm film collection

Earl Stout is known to local history; according to the “Central Chatter” column in the Fairbanks Daily News-Miner of December 9, 1959, he was then “a long-time grader man” for the Bureau Of Public Roads, retiring from winter road-clearing duty to be replaced by one Tom Kennedy. This would mean Earl was nearing retirement (at least from heavy road-grader operations) at the time he ordered the films.

November 15 1955 mail order 8mm porn loops from Movie Club Guild

To be precise about what was in Earl’s collection as it came to me, the boxes are sized to hold four films per box, but one film is either missing or was never included; there are 19 films in total. As you can see, one mailing box is so “plain brown wrapper” that it has neither return address nor even (by accident or design) legible postmark; the others are from the “Movie Club Guild” (about which more later) of Burbank, California. The unevenly hand-stamped “titles” on the internal film reel boxes constititute the totality of the labeling that exists anywhere in the collection.

December 15 1955 order of 8mm porno films from Movie Club Guild

At the time I first bought these, it was clear they were porn, but much more than that was hard to determine. Then and now, I didn’t (and don’t) have any 8mm-viewing tech. I’m old enough to remember when household 8mm projectors for watching “home movies” were common, but that was a long time ago. I’ve seen projectors and even table-top illuminated viewers (for simple cut-and-splice editing) at garage sales quite recently, but not for prices I wanted to pay. A scanner doesn’t really work either (something about reflected light) although it’s enough to confirm in the roughest sort of way what’s on the film:

three frames from bull 8mm nudie loop

Back in the early aughts when I bought these, I was quite flush with porn-selling money. I didn’t care about technical details, or (back then) much about curation; I just wanted to get them digitized and sling them up onto the internet for everybody to watch. Trouble was, back then there were no nifty $300 units on Amazon to do the work; you had to send them out to a bureau (who might easily reject porn work, with or without returning your films) or buy thousands of dollars worth of equipment. So I left the films in the care of a buddy of mine, a porn collector and film hobbyist who (a) already possessed much of the necessary equipment; and (b) was willing to do the work, or at least begin it. Of course, I also had to give him a wad of cash to buy the remainder of the necessary equipment, but I figured it would be worth it.

February 07 1956 shipment of dirty movies from movie club guild

Let’s just say: that didn’t work out. I’ll not say a harsh word against him; we’re still friends. He had some setbacks in life, which happens, and some heavy burdens to carry. The money got spent, the films didn’t get digitized, and he endured a lot of genuine shit that made my 8mm nudie loops fall off his list of actual problems. And thus, as they say in all the old stories, for many years the films were lost — not the “we’ll never find them” kind of lost, but rather the “I know they’re somewhere in that room and should turn up eventually” kind.

February 1957 box of 8mm dirty movies from movie club guild

My friend was not wrong, either, about what kind of lost they were. Turn up, the films eventually did. And when they did turn up, my friend dutifully dropped them in the mail to me, for which I’m grateful.

April 1957 mailing of 8mm porn films

What’s actually on the films? Well, that’s an interesting question. I’ll have to get a viewer and find out. Honestly, I don’t expect hard-core porn. These were sold through the mail “on the tease” without much description, and there isn’t much cultural record of a big fan club for them. Most likely, they are fairly tame striptease “nudie” stuff. If they were very awesome at all, you’d expect there would be an avid bunch of collectors swapping copies and reviews, and the internet doesn’t reflect much sign of that. Nope, the business model of the Movie Club Guild was to send these films “on approval” (that means free, sort of; they would come in the mail automatically on a regular schedule, and you could avoid paying if you sent them back promptly enough, or pay the bill that came with them if you wanted to receive the next shipment on schedule.) There’s not much indication that the Movie Club Guild ever advertised their titles publicly, or had much of a catalog; instead they used magazine ads with various come-ons. Here’s one from Man’s Adventure in 1957, the closest-in-time Movie Club Guild advertisement I can find to when my films were shipped:

Movie Club Guild 1957 ad in Man's Adventure

I don’t believe the ad’s bullshit claims for one second about the contents of the films:

Secret Producers Selection!

First time offered! The startling and dynamic party films formerly seen only by Hollywood’s inner circle of sophisticated producers! Privately staged — feature beautiful showgirls and starlets demonstrating their their special talents when on the way up. A most unusual find for the collector of the bizarre!

Here are more ads from a few years later, by which time the claims had gotten much more dull and generic, although I’m sure the film loops were no different:

scan dolls magazine ad for movie club guild

1960 movie club guild advert

In any case, by 1961 the game was all over. The U.S. Postal Service shut down the Movie Club Guild for “depositing or causing to be deposited in the mails information as to where, how, or from whom obscene, lewd, lascivious, indecent, filthy or vile material may be obtained.” Remarkably, the postal authorities seem to have reached this conclusion based on the tame magazine advertisements alone, without ever actually viewing any of the actual Movie Club Guild films.

Meanwhile, back in small-town 1950s Alaska, imagine for a moment what the sociology of all this may have been like. The town is so small that the postmaster knows what everybody gets in the mail, just by looking at the outside of the packages. And there probably isn’t central grid electricity. What kind of chutzpah does it take to fire up your noisy private generator to watch porn movies, when everybody in town will hear the noise and have a conversation about whether you’re running your electric shaver or watching your pornos again?

Close examination of the Movie Club Guild ads, though, makes it clear that the company offered a free viewer that was very low-tech — probably a plastic (?) reel-to-reel device powered by ambient light, hand cranked and not much different from a child’s Viewmaster toy. No generator (necessarily) required! It’s true that the one film I’ve taken out of its box so far does show one of those distinctive “hot bulb” damage blisters that you would always get when a film would jam in a projector, but that could have happened much later in the film’s existence.

Bottom line: these films were mailed on approval, without having to be carefully described or advertised in any particular detail; they were cheap, and there was no branding or star power or box art or labeling or marketing of any kind at the per-film level. And, seventy years later, there’s no internet fan club or collecting community, even though these things ought to be the 8mm-porn equivalent of Book Club editions of paper books: the most numerous type of this sort of thing available to collectors, given that they were basically broadcast by mail like fish spawn to anybody who could muster a pencil and a stamp. My expectations, therefore, are not high.

But still: nineteen nudie films that maybe don’t exist on the internet. No matter how tame or lame, to me this is like a red flag in front of a bull. You know what I am going to do; the only question is how long it’s going to take me. I just need to scrape up the cash and time from all my other projects and obligations.

Eventually, I will want to:

  1. Round up a simple viewer and inventory the 19 films by whatever title and credit frames may exist on them, the existence of at least some of which is visible to the naked eye;
  2. Research the films to whatever extent possible to make sure I am not wasting effort on digitizing films that may already be digitally available;
  3. Obtain a decent device for digitizing 8mm movies;
  4. Digitize them;
  5. Share highlights here and with my Patreon patrons as appropriate;
  6. Find a secure long-term home for the digitized movies (probably the Internet Archive)

None of this is going to happen quickly; I’ve learned that digital curation projects like this take enormous amounts of time, and there will be hardware costs as well on this one. I’m staking out an ambition here, not a schedule. But I’ll do what I can in the time that I can find, with the money that I’ve got. As always, if you’re really enthusiastic about me making this or any other ErosBlog work a higher priority, an ErosBlog Patreon pledge is the way to encourage that!

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September 29th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Behind The Thinnest Of Veils

This sexy and colorful veil dancer dates to 1919 or 1920 from the pages of La Guirlande:

bare breasted dancer with colorful skirts and a transparent veil

There’s a signature on the full plate which I take to be that of Umberto Brunelleschi:

artist signature

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September 28th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Thank You, Hugh Hefner, And Goodbye

hugh hefner waving

The internet is awash today with tributes and obituaries for Hugh Hefner, and it would be foolish of me to write another one. But I did want to say one thing.

If you came to your sexual maturity after 1990 or so, you’re probably wondering right now why the internet is losing its shit over the death of an old creep who objectified women relentlessly. As well you might. 21st-century Hugh Hefner was a cruel parody of the man being remembered so fondly in all those obituaries today. The sexual revolution moved on from him, far beyond him in fact… but never forget HOW MUCH HE DID FOR IT.

You have literally no idea how bad things were, sexually, in the world into which Hugh Hefner published the first Playboy. Neither do I; I’m not that old. But I saw my first porn in the 1970s, and I can tell you this: if Hugh Hefner didn’t invent sex positivity (as I’m sure he did not) he sure as fuck carried a bunch of the load of its early promotion.

In that era porn was sleazy, and grim as hell. It was mostly garbage made by mafia dudes, full of racist slurs and misogyny. Every woman in it was a bitch, a slut, a whore, or a tramp, with some kind of racial slur appended with a hyphen if she wasn’t white. Do I exaggerate? Sure, some. But those were the prevalent attitudes. What Hugh Hefner brought to the party was a whole new aesthetic. He said “We’re men, and we like sex, and there’s nothing wrong with that, and here’s a magazine full of culture and literature and pretty nude women, and you don’t have to be ashamed to read it or a dick about being the kind of man who enjoys it, and the ladies don’t have to be ashamed to be photographed in it, and we can all party together at my house, and it’s the new American future, and there’s not one damned thing wrong with it, and the people who don’t like it? They can go to hell.”

Sure. He got old, and he didn’t keep up, and he became a figure of derision or sympathy depending on how much respect and empathy you’ve got in your soul. But what he did for the toxic culture of sexuality in this country in the second half of the 20th century was an enormous fucking gift. Thank you, Hugh Hefner. Goodbye.

 
September 27th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Bather, Interrupted

As I do not read French, I can’t really interpret what’s going on in this delightful illustration. But I suspect an unwelcome intrusion into the bath chamber:

french illustration bather interrupted and blushing

Art is from La Guirlande: album d’art et de littérature.

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September 26th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Ms. Naughty On Porn Marketing And PR

I pretty much kept my mouth shut last week when the adult internet and especially sex-blogging Twitter blew up in outrage over the Bustle/Bellesa story. In case you missed it, Ms. Naughty has a good summary with the pertinent links; my perhaps-too-cynical summing-up is that a fairly generic “porn-for-women” themed tubesite got too successful in its traffic-seeking public relations operation, forgetting its fundamentally villainous positioning in the porn economy and winding up with some high-profile media coverage that exposed it to a blast of outrage it was ill-prepared to weather.

I am not myself well-positioned to inveigh against the tube sites these days; they are, like the banks Willie Sutton loved to rob, where all the money is, and in recent years I have done a variety of business with them, ranging from selling them sponsored posts and links through doing contract writing for their house blogs to continuing the affiliate promotion of porn sites that they bought with their profits. But I can’t deny a certain sense of schadenfreude at the recent spectacle: an instance of the tube site business model, which has done so much damage to the porn industry writ large, blowing up in its owners’ hands like a hand grenade not thrown on schedule.

hand grenade with lit fuse

But that’s not why I decided to highlight Ms. Naughty’s post. No, I thought her comments on the increasing role of public relations in porn marketing were fascinating, bringing together many things I have slowly come to observe without fully understanding:

[T]he thing that has struck me about this entire shebang is the growing power of PR within porn. Specifically, that becoming successful in porn now often relies on getting yourself into mainstream media publications. And if those publications happily repeat your slogans for you and present you well, you can build a big website in a very short amount of time. If you can sucker in some startup capital with those publications, you’re off.

It used to be that anyone, including me, could get traffic via Google and other search engines (ah, the good old days *shakes fist at cloud*). That doesn’t happen anymore because Google’s results for porn searches turn up two things: major tube sites like Pornhub and news articles about porn.

So if the tube sites are hogging the search results, today’s pornographers have to rely on PR to let people know they exist. The female director to most successfully do this over the last two+ years has been Erika Lust. I believe she has three PR people working for her and it has resulted in hundreds of mainstream media mentions for her. When I look at discussions around the web about porn that women will like, Erika Lust’s name is the one that comes up. Cindy Gallop of MakeLoveNotPorn is also very good with PR, especially because she was originally in advertising to begin with.

I would say that Bellesa’s PR campaign was also hugely successful. The site only launched in February 2017 and it clearly had a shirtload of traffic and recognition by the time this week’s drama happened. It’s a textbook example of the tech industry/startup culture top-down approach to porn: a flashy looking website that needs vast amounts of capital to begin, large offices, great PR, extensive “market research” and… oh maybe some porn in there somewhere. But not icky porn. NICE porn. Because you need to differentiate yourself from the mainstream and look vaguely respectable to avoid the inevitable stigma.

(By the way, I’m doing my best to keep the snark out of my tone but I suspect it’s creeping in. I’m old in porn, I’m jaded and I’m jealous. After 17 years I’m still running a porn business from my home office, doing everything myself, barely covering the bases but doing my best to create porn that I believe in, like I always have. I’ve been profitable because I stayed skinny. But If anyone wants to give me a wheelbarrow of cash or do PR for me, I’m very open to suggestions.)

It’s no wonder everybody piled onto Bellesa this week; for once there was a tube site with a real contactable person behind it and we could actually do something other than just send out endless copyright infringement notices.

Meanwhile, those of us who are actually trying to make ethical and feminist porn films struggle along, scrounging traffic from whatever source we can. The pickings are getting slim and good PR is gold but it’s hard to get. Getting a mention in a mainstream media article relies on networking, on knowing the right people, on sending out hopeful press releases. Or else it involves spending time writing your own promo pieces and submitting them for free, hoping the editor will take notice, hoping they don’t sound too much like blatant advertising. All of this requires time away from actually making porn and having a PR person is a privilege that only some feminist porn creators can afford.

I need to remind myself that this is the old world media hierarchy establishing its order on the previously-untamed, democratized internet. PR is the meatworld version of getting in the top 10 of Google results… especially now that Google doesn’t even pretend to be a level playing field anymore. Old websites without expensive security certificates have been scrubbed from the results. Media outlets get priority. Newer sites push out older, larger, established ones. Net neutrality isn’t guaranteed. It’s a bloodbath out there and I think I’m getting too old for this shit.

Indeed.

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