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September 27th, 2015 -- by Bacchus

Trigger Warning: No Trigger Warnings

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I just did a search. 4,663 posts on ErosBlog, and the phrase “trigger warning” does not appear in any of them. Sadly, with this post I am blowing my perfect record.

For interest, I searched all 19,233 comments, too. No “trigger warning” phrase in any of them, either. I interpret this to mean that nobody has complained about the lack. (That’s not the only possible explanation; a complaint like that might have been moderated away if it was sufficiently jerkish. But I don’t remember anything like that ever happening.)

I don’t use trigger warnings. I don’t think they make sense. But I have refrained, ere now, from sharing this opinion, because I was (and remain) open to the possibility that my antipathy reveals me as a giant dick. But still, I don’t use them. I don’t think they make logical sense. No stranger can predict what will “trigger” another stranger. Put it another way, you got your trigger warning when you turned on your computing device. It’s up to you to protect yourself, using all the contextual clues that everybody uses in deciding what they should or shouldn’t read and view on the internet.

Although I don’t have much more to say about that, Erin Kennedy at Sex For The Rest recently explored the subject at length in the post Trigger Warnings Are The Arm Floaties Of The Internet. This part of the post does a good job of explaining my perspective:

Trigger warnings create an unrealistic expectation that people will cater language and behavior to accommodate you.

In kink culture, you’re responsible for your own self-care. If you’re walking through a dungeon and happen upon a scene that really squigs you out, you do not have the right to step into that scene and ask the participants to warn you the next time they decide to shove metal rods up someone’s urethra. Kink colloquialisms vary from city to city, but in my hometown if you see something you want to unsee, you say, “I’m going to go get a cookie.” Then you leave the room and have a cookie and a breath. Because the locus of control over your emotions is internal. It is not up to the people doing or saying the potentially disturbing whatthefuckever to tailor their expression to your comfort level.

Sex therapist and writer Buster Ross had similar feelings and expressed them at his workshop with Dr. Chris Donaghue about sex shaming at Catalyst Con:

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September 26th, 2015 -- by Bacchus

“And…In We Go!”

According to Bondage Blog, the new paga slave requires training:

bondage blowjob sex comic her mouth full of dick

Art is by Montal, one of the Dofantasy artists.

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September 26th, 2015 -- by Bacchus

Let’s You And Him Fight

She loves to torment her lovers this way by staging them in who-can-come-first jizz-fights:

she's giving a handjob to two men; the slowest to cum gets the other man's jizz on his belly

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September 25th, 2015 -- by Bacchus

Rum, Buggery, The Lash, More Buggery

I know I must have at least one reader who wishes they could have joined the sailing navy and gotten buggered (frequently and repeatedly!) over a gun by a virile sailor:

naval-buggery

But what’s really going on here? What is all this naval buggery in service of?

Turns out — and I could not make this up — this was from an actual 2008 billboard advertising the Portsmouth Historic Dockyard. I wonder what horny son-of-a-gun thought that was a good idea?

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September 24th, 2015 -- by Bacchus

Keep Her In The Back Yard

It was an open marriage in theory. But when he wanted to move his new submissive into the house, his wife was not amused. Until he said “We’ve got that doghouse in the back yard…” That appealed to her imp of the perverse, and she couldn’t say no:

a woman kneeling by her guest quarters in the back yard

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September 23rd, 2015 -- by Bacchus

Treating Women Like Fillies

With #Piggate and #Hameron drawing attention this week to the antics of the rich young stupids of the British upper classes, one Etonian gave an interview in which he revealed how pony play finds its expression among that set:

“You would treat them [women] like fillies,” admits a 34-year-old former old Etonian, who calls himself Edward to protect his identity.

“Women aren’t allowed to formal dinners but at informal gatherings we would make them get down on all fours like a horse, whinny, and bring out hunting horns and whips. It was ridiculous.”

Unbelievably, he insists: “Yes they were degraded to some extent, but it was all done respectfully and the more they took, the more respect they earned. Half of them are godparents to my children now.”

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September 22nd, 2015 -- by Bacchus

Thou Shalt Not (But I Do)

The 1934 Motion Picture Production Code (usually called the Hays code) took a lot of the edgy sexy fun out of the movie industry. Here’s a famous photo shot by legendary Columbia Pictures “stills man” A.L. “Whitey” Schafer to protest the new rules. You’ll like it:

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And here’s a different reproduction with better visual contrast, although as it’s a photo of an old print, the price is some distressed detail due to wear-and-tear.

Oddly, none of the sources I consulted about this photo identified the model.

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