Recently the Tom Of Finland Foundation teamed up with DJ Hell to make a music video where the visuals are Tom Of Finland artworks, animated minimally but effectively by animator Xaver Xylophon.
I’m delighted to announce that after months of hemming, hawing, and uncertain faffing about, I’ve set up a Patreon for ErosBlog:
That means it’s now possible for me to ask for your support. My goal? A community-and-fan-supported ErosBlog, with more in-depth writing and a lot more of my “deep dives” into erotica research and curation.
I’ll let you read the full pitch on Patreon. It’s long, because I’m a wordy bastard. If you still want more explanation after all that, you masochist, try reading this.)
I soft-launched the Patreon a couple days ago. I am all agog at the generous pledges already received — OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Together we are already half the way to my first modest pledge goal. When we get there, I’ve promised to write up a detailed survey of the tools and methods I use for image provenance research.
Don’t worry, though! My Patreon initiative is all about using Patreon’s tools and your generosity to support ErosBlog, not vice-versa. I don’t plan to post very much Patrons-only content on the Patreon platform. I will post there a few things that make sense: some exclusive goodies to entice pledges, and some “extras” from the vintage erotica curation that the Patreon support will (I hope) enable. But I promise I won’t turn ErosBlog into a “I did some nifty stuff, you don’t get to see it unless you go somewhere else and make a pledge” platform. That’s totally not what this is for. The goal is to make ErosBlog stronger and better, with your support.
For the same reason, my pledge rewards are about service to the ErosBlog community: taking your requests for blog content and direction, writing you dirty limericks, doing porn provenance research for you, and helping you promote your own adult-community stuff.
So that’s the pitch. I want to do more of what makes ErosBlog great. I want to do it harder. If you — the ErosBlog community of fans, friends, and supporters — want that too, this is the way to make it happen. Thank you!
P.S. Even if you can’t pledge right now, letting people know about my Patreon also helps enormously. After 14 years ErosBlog must have many tens of thousands of readers and fans who no longer visit every day. If you’ve got an appropriate social media channel, please consider using it to mention this Patreon to them?
When last I wrote about the elusive and mysterious femdom artist Bernard Montorgeuil (or perhaps “Montorgeuil”), I promised three more galleries of his work, as seen in the 1970 Editions Bel-Rose. Here is the next one, consisting of the illustrations from Volume 2 (this time, the French edition):
I’m a pretty square dude. Somehow my intoxicating vices got stuck on alcohol pretty early in my life (I blame my adult role models) and I never got interested in pot. The fact that from childhood I’ve had a visceral disgust for tobacco smoking no doubt played a role too. Although I’m told it’s perfectly possible to enjoy marijuana these days without the least whiff of smoke, that was not true (or at least, it was not practical) in the youthful days when my preferences were being fixed.
So, weed and sex? That’s another country for me. I hear good things, but rarely in so much detail as in this blog post by Kate Sloan, aka Girly Juice: 7 Ways Weed Boosts My Libido. Her first way is arousal:
Arousal. Oftentimes, when I go several days without masturbating, it’s because it just feels like too much work. My sex drive is more responsive than spontaneous, so if I want to jerk off, I have to spend some time warming myself up and getting turned on: watching porn, reading erotica, and/or gently touching myself in places that aren’t my genitals until that area is ready to be touched. That process is lovely when I’m in the mood for it, but sometimes it just feels like an extra barrier to entry that isn’t worth the hassle. So I skip masturbation entirely.
Weed, amazingly, helps me circumvent the arousal process. If I smoke up, I’ll reliably get turned on within about 10 minutes, without having to actually do anything to make that happen. My genitals start to feel all warm and engorged like they do when I’ve been engaging in foreplay for several minutes — except I haven’t. It’s brilliant.
I remember one time, I smoked some weed at my then-boyfriend’s house just before leaving to head back home. On the walk home, I felt my own wetness start to drip down my leg. That’s a level of lubrication I usually only reach after, say, an hour of teasing and edging and fucking with someone I find colossally attractive. And weed made it happen without any effort or work at all. Strange and lovely!
Her other six ways: sensitivity, tactility, visualizations, disinhibition, joy, and ecstatic pain. There’s a lot there. Enjoy!
Nine years ago I posted a smaller version of this same French illustration of autocunnilingus, if we should truly call it “auto” when she’s getting a little friendly help reaching and maintaining the necessary contorted position. Now I can additionally offer three things: an attribution, the above better-quality version of the illustration, and a companion drawing of assisted autofellatio:
Both drawings are by Garnon, as seen in Cent trente deux positions amoureuses (Paris 1981).
It’s generally true that if you wait long enough, even the most conservative porn eventually starts to reveal little hints about the sex lives of the people who make it. I was struck by this fact in the recent movie Blackmail Lust, where (disregarding the ostensible narrative frame, as one always ought to when viewing porn) the parties are documenting (as so many do these days) the sex they are having while they are having it, and the fact of doing so is a big part of the fun:
A few years back there was a widely-circulating but poorly-sourced detail from a medieval illumination floating around that seems to show what I called The Toucan Of Anal Revenge: some sort of evil bird shoving his elongated beak all up into the personal genital business of some harmless people who were minding their own business while having a perfectly fine fuck.
We eventually achieved a decent attribution (thanks, Hug!) for the manuscript in question, but at the time there was no better available view of the artwork. Now, thanks to the Morgan Library, we have the better view as well. Yes folks, it’s from a prayer book:
