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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March 29th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
No Panties In Space?
Nope, none. Because George Lucas said so.
From the Erotic Mad Science tumblr:
Carrie Fisher, in her memoir Wishful Drinking reports the following exchange with George Lucas about her Princess Leia dress:
Anyway. George comes up to me on the first day of filming and he takes one look at the dress and says “You can’t wear a bra under that dress.”
So, I say, “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?”
And he says, “Because…there’s no underwear in space.”
I promise you this is true, and he said it with such conviction too! Like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties or briefs anywhere.
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March 28th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Of Cats And Men
Today’s internet amusement is a tumblr full of men and cats in similar poses: Des Hommes et des Chatons
Anybody who doesn’t think the internet is for porn? “Kittens” is your counterargument.
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March 27th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Between Her Toes
Here’s today’s photo-illustrated love note from Cherry Torn to a certain sort of foot fetishist:
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March 26th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Porn Stars: In It For The Glamour Shots
One thing I’ve noticed recently is that some of the smarter pornographers out there have taken to including quite a few non-porny poses and shots when taking still photos of their performers before the shoot really gets going. I don’t know whether this is because of market demand from the people who subscribe to the sites, or whether (and this is my speculation) it’s seen as an added benefit/compensation for the performers, who may appreciate getting some nice photos for their own self-marketing portfolio.
Whatever the intent, I’m totally not above finding art where none go to look for it. And these pictures of model Nikki Darling, taken for bondage site Sadistic Rope, remind me powerfully of Grace Jones, way back in the day:
She’s got a pretty good “O” face, too, once the heavy vibrator comes out for the forced orgasms portion of the shoot:
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March 25th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
…But He Won’t Do That
Here’s a very personal and persuasive essay from a man who found that doing escort work (and, later, making porn) was more personally and ethically satisfying than working as a personal injury lawyer:
I found myself shackled with $100,000 in student loans, and no law firms specialized in what I loved and hoped to pursue, Constitutional Law. Instead, I felt forced to settle on a job as a trial lawyer for injury cases. I reasoned, If I couldn’t serve the greater public good by using my legal education, then at least I could succor the injured in their quest for justice against those who harmed them.
But studying law and practicing it proved to be a different story. It quickly became apparent that my colleagues were exploiting the suffering of injured clients as a means to satisfy their own avarice. It was standard practice to use any methods necessary to wrest, cajole or hack a settlement from anyone they sued. After all, if they won a case, my colleagues received a hefty one-third of the settlement. For them the law was a self-serving instrument to be wielded for “victory.” The principles of law I so deeply valued were routinely violated. I quickly grew disillusioned.
After a year, I had seen enough. I fell into a moral crisis.
On the other hand, after he started advertising his services on Rentboy.com:
Because I was non-judgmental and respectful, clients felt safe to share their true desires. None of their requests seemed strange to me. Whether they wanted to be beaten or bound, made loved to or pissed on, their desires were pure and honest. It satisfied me to gratify them.
But what thrilled me most was the idea that spending time with me actually positively affected my clients’ lives. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about connection, authenticity, healing. Through our conversations and play, clients learned to understand and honor what deeply aroused them. Many rediscovered parts of themselves that had long been repressed or buried; some even gained insight as to why. One client, whose partner of 30 years had died, told me that his time with me stopped him from committing suicide. Another chose me to bring sex back into his life for the first time since his true love was killed in 1971. The skills that I had learned in caring for Steve translated into my work as an escort. At times, I considered myself as much of a healer as any therapist.
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March 24th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
The Secret Scrimshaw Porn Vault
You know the legends of the vast and secret porn vault maintained beneath the impacted bowels of the Vatican? Well, for us North Americans, it turns out we’ve got a better-documented version of our own. But in ours, the porn is etched on whale ivory.
This is no shit. This is real. The Vancouver Maritime Museum triggered a local controversy (in the form of one nutcase offended local mother) when it included some pieces of scrimshaw featuring nudity and mild erotic themes in a recent exhibition:
For me the interesting part is the basement collection of hardcore scrimshaw porn they won’t show to the public:
Lust was a common theme in 19th-century scrimshaw, which is what this obscure art form – etchings on hard surfaces culled from sea creatures – is called. Scrimshaw was typically made by lonely whalers, trapped for months aboard ships that scoured the South Pacific for their prey, usually sperm whales, magnificent, 50-foot long creatures prized for their oil.
The whalers had idle hands and feverish minds. Scrimshawing was their means of expression, their release valve. Using ship-made hand tools and tobacco juice for ink, they set upon whale leftovers. Some of their work is finely detailed. Some is undeniably erotic.
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The museum has “more graphic” examples of scrimshaw, [Museum curator Patricia Owen] says, but these remain hidden downstairs in the museum’s basement. They include depictions of creative candlestick use and what Ms. Owen cautiously describes as “the act.” They will likely never see the light of day.
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