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November 12th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Fired For A Romantic Touch

Here’s a rather horrifying tale of prudery in the social media age. A high school basketball coach in Idaho posted a holiday family photo to FaceBook (you can see it if you click the link) in which her fiancé’s hand is on the side of her bikini top as they stand near the water in their swimsuits. For posting this “immoral” photo, she was fired. (Her fiancé, also a coach in the same district, was “merely” reprimanded, because it didn’t get posted to his account.)

Thanks to the alert reader who sent in the link.

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November 12th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Swatting Her Own Ass

We should never forget the importance of finding-and-making your own fun whatever the rest of the world might think:

delighted nudist swatting her own ass

This grinning naturist spanking her own ass with a ping-pong paddle dates from the early 1980s. The location is the famous Glen Eden camp in California, and who can deny that this camper is having a great time?

Via Spanking Blog.

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November 11th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Google, Porn, And The Press

This article at Erotic Scribes (the house blog for Sssh.com) is a sort of ranty mashup of several related screeds from the perspective of someone who has been making commercial porn for a long time. Themes include

  • Google’s abandonment of its “don’t be evil” corporate ethos;
  • How Google makes money prioritizing search results for stolen porn over results from the people who make and sell the porn in the first place;
  • How Google makes even more money selling arguably-illegal ads for obviously-illegal frauds and scams and criminal enterprises; and
  • How the mainstream press is useless, craven, and stupid about anything having to do with porn and the porn business.

Although I think these rants could have been more usefully subdivided into separate posts, they’re all somewhat intertwined (along various tangents) and it’s no exaggeration that in just a few short years, Google has gone from “an important ally of and primary traffic source for the internet porn business” to “a huge obstacle to anybody trying to market internet porn”. Since I’m in the porn business and I like making money, this particular exercise in soapboxing comes from a place close to my heart. Thus, some excerpts:

It’s a well documented fact that the vast majority of viruses and malware come not from pornsites, but high traffic mainstream ones. Tech Republic and Cisco published some interesting findings on this. Read it and please then shut up about the “porn problem”.

As part of my job at a porn company, I probably visit several hundred porn sites per week to ferret out our movies that have been stolen and are being promoted by Google links. Never ONCE in 12 years have I ever gotten a virus. But then, I know enough not to download shit from the internet, porn or not! Viral payloads typically come with special offers for ringtones, screensavers, free software and apps to database your DVD collection on your GameBoy. Not Pornsites, you dummy. Pornsites want you to come back again and again so maybe they can sell you something. Not infect your computer.

Anything you read on the internet from “mainstream media” about porn or adult entertainment is now simply bullshit. Yes, we had a nice recess from abuse from “Fifty Shades Of Grey” (mainstream media made a LOT of money off of that), but just realize anything you read now about porn from a mainstream media website or news source is going to try to make you feel afraid of it. Or disgusted by it. Or think Hitler invented it. It’s their way of boosting readership by blaming every ill of society and the net on porn. Don’t believe it.

Porn surfing and consumption is, and has been, created as a very safe experience for you by all of us in the responsible adult industry. We have worked hard for 20 years to gain your trust and patronage. Don’t let mainstream scare you. We are on your side to bring joy to your panties and get a reasonable amount of money from you to pay the actors and operating expenses. Yeah, go watch a free vid on a tube once in a while, but realize the good stuff is over at the paysites, DVD stores and other places that charge a bit of money. Fair is fair, and we aim to please!

Indeed!

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November 11th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Outliving Your Sex Toys

I’m not quite old enough to be a Baby Boomer, but I’m old enough to contemplate this problem seriously:

Disposing of sex paraphernalia – actually all those embarrassing items you have stashed around the house – is something every boomer should be concerned about. The days are dwindling down to a precious few and some of you have a nasty cough. Do you want the people clearing out your house, particularly your children, to find those feathery, metallic, rubbery, polymer blend items you ordered one drunken night a few months after you’d been forced to take early retirement? Do you want them to know their big, tough construction worker dad liked to dress up in heels and a boa and sing “La La La” from “No Strings,” one of Richard Rodgers’s weaker efforts?

You may be thinking, “What do I care what my friends or children find in the house? I will be beyond embarrassment, I will be dead.” But you are wrong. Doctors now know that the human sense of embarrassment can last up to two weeks after the heart stops beating…

I’ve actually been fortunate to be able to help someone with this problem from the other direction. A gentleman of some years was in possession of many boxes of highly personal effects from a deceased relative. Some boxes the relative had stored with him before marrying late in life, and others (mostly more respectable books) had been given over by the relative’s widow. Valuing books himself, knowing that books predominated in the collection, and knowing of my interest in erotic books, the donor handed over entire collection to me in closed and unexamined boxes. Unstated was the donor’s desire to spare his own heirs from having to deal with it. I promised to give or find the books a good home, while disposing of any other personal effects respectfully and discretely; and that was that. No money changed hands. I spent a day driving, I got some interesting vintage sex books, and I was able to remove a literally weighty problem from my donor’s garage (and thus relieve his mind).

It was an unexpectedly personal transaction throughout. Even after I had the boxes safely home and began to sort them, the sorting process was surprisingly personal; there was an entire long lifetime of sexual confusion and pain and discovery recorded in the progression through decades of various kinds of porn, toys, and clippings from writings on human psychology and sexuality. By separating these materials and disposing of the clippings and age-deteriorated sex toys, a respectable library of porn and sex books was not only saved from likely destruction, but laundered of its power to illuminate (or tarnish) the memory of its creator.

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November 10th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Madonna In The Harem

Unscathed Corpse has posted all 32 of the 1977 Madonna nudes acquired by Bob Guccione and recently up for auction. Perhaps the least explicit — but to my eye, the most intriguing — is this harem-girl getup:

madonna as a harem girl

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November 9th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

50 Sex Things

If you’re thoughtful about sex, mulling some of these aphorisms and unpacking them in your brain will cost you some time:

50 Things I’ve Been Meaning To Say About Sex

By Maggie Mayhem.

 
November 8th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Inside A Well-Regulated Brothel

There’s a lengthy and interesting feature in Business Insider about a Nevada brothel called Sheri’s Ranch. It struck me that the reporter approached the story with an open mind, and it’s free of most of the sex-negativity we’ve come to expect from this kind of story:

Sheri’s Ranch is a compelling demonstration that legalized and well-regulated prostitution can be safe, functional, and profitable.

There’s an ineffable welcoming quality to Sheri’s Ranch. There is no shame, no fear, no judgment to be found anywhere near the place. There’s no illusion to maintain – you’ve arrived, hat in hand, to pay for sex. Not only do the ladies know this, but they’re glad you’re here. Where America’s sexual culture seems far more repressed than that of other countries, Sheri’s turns this paradigm on its ear and welcomes you to indulge in (mostly) whatever it is you want. Their business depends on it.

Fair warning: as you may not know unless you are keeping up with current trends in sex-worker activism, there’s a recent push to stigmatize the use of the word “prostitute” and replace it with “sex worker”. Although prostitute was until recently the polite word used in civilized discourse to replace derogatory terms like “whore” and “hooker” and “street walker”, sex worker advocates and activists now consider “prostitute” to be derogatory as well. This nascent development has not yet been fully communicated to the mainstream, and the reporter of this story is someone who clearly has not yet received this particular memo. I think it’s obvious upon reading that the reporter is using “prostitute” in a descriptive manner with no derogation intended, but those of you who find such usage offensive may be offended by this story nonetheless.

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