April 3rd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
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April 3rd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Choking The Man-Bitches?
Lydia Lee shares her bewilderment about choking scenes in porn in this post. The scenes exist, I’ve seen ’em. But I’m with Lydia on this one: I don’t understand why they’re supposed to be sexy. The best theory I can come up with (when the choking is done with a penis in the throat instead of hands around the neck) is that maybe it’s supposed to be somehow affirming of the vast size and virility of the male schlong. But as Lydia writes:
I know asphyxiation is a turn-on for many. It’s also dangerous alone because some people actually die, so having a partner — I suppose — is better than doing it alone and possibly dying. Still, I don’t see what’s sexy about it. There. I have had my Pollyanna moment. Though now I’m curious if there’s site dedicated to chokin’ man-bitches out?
That last is an interesting question, actually. I’d expect to find it in gay porn, which presumably has its own gonzo niches. More interesting from a gender-politics perspective would be a femdom version. I trust Rule 34; these things are probably out there. If they’re not, that would say something very interesting indeed about the gender politics of choking.
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April 2nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
More Topless Sophia Loren
More than five years ago, I posted a scan of a much-folded topless centerfold photo of a young and rather perky Sophia Loren. A helpful commenter partially identified the movie and volunteered that the topless scenes existed only in the French release. But I was not the porn researcher then that I am now, and I never followed up.
Well, it’s time to do that.
First, here’s a better-quality version of that same semi-nude photo, minus creases and branding:
The movie, it turns out, was Era lui… sì! sì! from 1951. (That means “It’s him… Yes! Yes!”) It turns out that they took quite a few different versions of the topless publicity shots, with slightly different posings, against that same background. Most were in black and white (at least the versions that have been published) like this one:
Exceptions exist, like this magazine spread (note the staple). However, the rather-fanciful color palette makes one wonder about subsequent colorization:
The caption to this next pair of shots (which appear to be scanned from a magazine) offers some confirmation of the “for the French version of the movie” tale, quoting Sophia Loren as saying:
“For the French version, they wanted me to have my chest bare. I did not want to but … I was hungry. After the scene, they come and say they must do some still pictures of me with nothing on top. I thought it had to be.”
Note the bikinis in the bottom “tame” version of the shot above. They appear to have been the costume for the non-French version of the actual movie, too. See this harem-girls scene:
Shall we take a moment at this time to sympathize with the actors playing the two harem guards standing there in the background? “I got a bit part, but nobody will ever see me — I’m standing in the background next to the hookah behind a bunch of half-naked harem girls! And they are all sooo hot!” “Shit, man, you might as well get cast as a potted plant!”
Anyway, in case you were wishing that harem scene I just showed you didn’t have the stupid flowery bikinis, don’t worry. We’ve got you (un)covered:
Now, how’s that for a more-adequate exposition of the whole “Sophia Loren topless in an old movie” blog post topic?
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April 1st, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Porn Research For Dr. Faustus
As you already know, Dr. Faustus is at once a busy blogger and a patron of the arts. I am delighted to report that he also gave me a generous commission as soon as he learned of my new porn research and attribution service. He writes:
If you’re like me, you find yourself frequently enchanted by the gorgeous parade of erotic imagery that spills forth all over the Internet, yet often puzzled, vexed even, when confronting some especially appealing image that seems to completely lack provenance. It sits there in cyberspace, titillating you and raising questions: “Who created this?” “What was its original context or meaning?” and of course the all-important “And where can I find more like it?” There are a lot of image-search tools in the world, Google and Tineye and so forth, but there’s still something formidable about having a human being – a human being with a highly-developed erotic consciousness and an ability to identify with those of fellow human beings – look into matters.
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As some of you already know, I run a bunch of tumblr blogs on the side, one for erotic mad science/sci-fi images, one for somewhat-ickier-than-usual erotic mad science/fantasy images, and one for miscellaneous erotic imagery I just happen to like. (And if you must know, I also run three PG-rated tumblers, devoted respectively to libraries, cities, and examples of cool classic technology.) I sifted through my erotic tumblrs and pulled down twenty images that I enjoyed but which I wished I could know more about. Shipped to Bacchus, and within a few days had at least something on all of them.
I owe thanks to Dr. Faustus not only for his patronage and his faith in me, but also for omitting to mention that my record was not really 100% on his commission. My own assessment was that I more-or-less failed on three of his twenty images, being able to find out little or nothing about them. But I sent him 17 attribution reports I was proud of, and he published three of them in full with his post. So that’s the place to look if you want to see some examples of what to expect from my little service.
As an update on that, several of my other paying customers to date have seemed more interested in “how do I find more like this” than in the “tell me what this is” service I’m currently offering. So I’m tempted to branch out. Is the world ready for personal porn concierges? Should I become a Rule 34 consultant?
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March 31st, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Soviet Erotic Alphabet
I once had a powerful but foolish (and not reciprocated) crush on a good friend. I managed (I think) to contain the obligatory making-an-utter-ass-of-myself spasm to a brief episode that was not utterly destructive of our friendship; at least, I still got an invite to her wedding, where I drank in a (I hope) not-too-sombre fashion with her (actual) former boyfriends. We stayed in desultory email communication for awhile after that, but it’s been ten years now at least since I last heard from her. She’s in my mind this morning because she would have really enjoyed these links, I think, to a 1933 album of erotic illustrations of the Russian alphabet, as painted by Soviet sculptor Sergei Dmitrievich Merkurov:
Soviet Erotic Alphabet (on LiveJournal) (Google Translate version here)
Soviet Erotic Alphabet (with a flash flipbook) (Google Translate version here)
So, Veildancer, if you ever stumble over this post, this one’s for you.
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March 30th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Surviving The Porn Industry
This is Lydia Lee, formerly known as Julie Meadows, on how how she survived the porn industry:
I got into porn to be apart of an interesting, odd entertainment group; to fulfill my rebelliousness; to take care of my family; to learn about sex; to travel and live a bit wild and wistful. I never once walked into a job with the thought that I had to do the job. I reserved a place deep inside for my own peace of mind; a mantra, really. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.” No amount of money is worth walking away feeling broken. So what if you don’t get paid? The money will present itself in another opportunity.
To be honest, the worst part of having been a porn star is feeling I have to apologize for my choices. Nothing makes me feel dirtier, more demeaned; my humanity undermined and soul crippled, than feeling like I have to say, “I shouldn’t have gotten into porn.” That’s a low, sub-human feeling. I was burned by a friend a few years ago and in my hurt, I said that I wished I hadn’t gotten into porn. I felt alien to myself. The words and thoughts disgusted me so much I have never uttered them again. I am not sad or ashamed that I got into porn. I am sad and ashamed when I allow people into my life that don’t appreciate me for who I am and the wealth of experience I have to offer. Nothing disgusts me more than people who try to manipulate my feelings to change my thinking.
March 29th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Bad Boyfriend
I hear that the problem with being a cougar is that younger men these days have no manners whatsoever. But on the bright side, some of them can be taught manners:
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