In 1934, this athletic nude swimming scene appeared in at least some versions of Tarzan and His Mate, prior to all the versions being ordered censored by the Hayes Commission:
My favorite part is where Maureen O’Sullivan says “Darling, you’re very… {bubbling noises}“.
According to the YouTube post:
The scene was banned by the Hayes commission in 1934 for indecency. It was not restored to the film until the 1990’s when Turner Classics bought the film rights. Maureen O’Sullivan, aka “Jane”, (Mia Farrow’s mother) was a good swimmer but not THAT good. She had a body double who, along with Weismuller, was an Olympic swimmer in her own right.
Back in 2013 I spent a bit of time and effort razzing the Thingiverse people for their adult-hostile terms of service, which at the time (I haven’t checked back in with them subsequently) contained the usual butt-covering boilerplate tending to suggest they’d probably forbid sex toys if anybody could figure out how to to print some body-safe ones (said not to be possible with the 3D printers and feedstocks then available). There’s not much sign that anything has changed at Thingiverse or with the technology of 3D printing, but one entertaining “not a sex toy, just a joke” design has popped up on Thingiverse that may amuse this readership. Behold the GoPro Body Mount by Peterthinks:
Peterthink’s official summary and post-print instructions read:
This started as a joke… it still is really. Print at your own risk, use at your own risk. Any day I don’t make the internet a little weirder is a waste of a day.
Print it, attach camera, insert, film event.
Evidently the bodysafe issue still looms large with 3D printables, however; because when a couple of commenters begin discussing potential practical solutions including acetone washes and silicone dips, Peterthink comes back with a more emphatic disclaimer:
This will never be safe to use. It’s just a joke. Print it, give it as a gift and get a laugh.
If you read your folklore with care, the Djinn (genies) aren’t happy helpmates just waiting for someone to rub their lamp so they can cheerfully serve. No, they are more like vile demons, bound with great difficulty and serving with utmost trickery, deep reluctance, and vast menace. Handle them wrong and they could be very dangerous indeed. I’m thinking somebody did a low-quality job of getting this old boy stuffed into his lamp in the first place, and now Our Heroine is not getting any of the three wishes she had in mind:
Over the last couple of months I wrote several articles for the blog at the erotic stories site Noveltrove, and I just realized that the articles never got a mention here, although I did announce them on Twitter. So, to make up for the lack, here are some links to catch you up. The first article is my latest take on sex blog history, and the other two are reviews of some of the internet’s most ancient and comprehensive collections of adult stories:
Noveltrove has been a joy to work with, and if you like what I do here at ErosBlog, you should check out not just my articles there, but the entire site, where they are building their own erotic story community just exactly the way they want it to be.
For the most part I don’t buy into those agrarian visions of utopia in which we all do the low-carbon squat on our own patches of land, scratching out artisanal legumes and goat cheese while somehow managing to maintain a culture worth mentioning. But if this slavic vision of some lucky fellow’s farmwife is not telling us lies, maybe that life wouldn’t entirely suck:
The photo proved hard to source and may have a porn origin I didn’t stumble upon, but it is currently to be found in a variety of dubious social-share sites with metadata hinting at a might-be-genuine provenance in the nudist/amateur naked-gardener communities.
I am sure you have heard this one; Victorian doctors invented the vibrator to masturbate women to ‘hysterical paroxysm’ (orgasm) because they had been finger banging so many patients in an effort to cure them of their hysteria, that frankly, their arms ached. We love this story. I love this story. Hollywood loved this story so much that the film 2011 film, Hysteria, was based entirely on this story. So it is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you, this really is just a story.
Like all debunkings, her evidence is mostly in the negative; what she’s got is absence of evidence where we’d expect to find it:
Not only is there no known mention of Doctors and vibrators in Victorian pornography, there is also no mention of it in the work of the early and pioneering sexologists. Iwan Bloch, Havelock Ellis, Richard von Kraft-Ebing and Freud meticulously catalogued every fetish, paraphilia and known expression of sexual behaviour, but not one of them mention doctors, vibrators and orgasm. Ellis and Bloch even describe some women deriving sexual pleasure from sewing machines and beetroot, but there is no mention of a vibrator. Fifty years later, in his seminal Behaviour in the Human Female (1953), Alfred Kinsey does not mention vibrators in his lengthy and comprehensive chapters on female masturbation.
She ranges widely and eruditely through the available evidence, but nowhere does she find evidence for the medicalization of female orgasm, much less of its mechanization in a medical context.
