August 2nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
You don’t necessarily expect much from a blog post called A Proper Cup Of Tea. But it starts getting more interesting (if you like tea, it was already somewhat interesting) when the instructions get to:
Now pick the mug up and take it to him. When he takes it from you it is often a good idea to get a small cushion, not a plump one which can be worse than useless. Place the cushion on the floor beneath your knees…
We Americans are famously a nation of coffee drinkers. Perhaps it was an error to become such.
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July 31st, 2012 -- by Bacchus
If it weren’t for the different costumes, you’d be hard pressed to convince me that this isn’t something from Ultimate Surrender:
But, per this tweet, it’s not.
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July 30th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
People pay good money for this sort of thing if it’s properly delivered:
Perhaps we’re looking at a retail service environment where all the employees in the shelf-price-tagging process are so illiterate they couldn’t notice this, or so alienated they just didn’t give a crap. (Uh, er.) Tesco’s a bit outside my service area, I got no idea. Another possibility is that the “shelf-price-tagging-process” has been entirely automated — the database-to-shelf-sticker algorithm says “assorted fudge” must become “ass fudge” and nobody outside the central office has the authority or the ability to make it print a different sticker. Possibly nobody sees the sticker after it comes out of the printer except for the lowest-level employee (in the U.S., I’d say “minimum-wage part-timer”) who slaps the sticker on the shelves, and functional illiteracy there (again, in the U.S. anyway) is a very real possibility. (By functional illiteracy I mean the kind of reading ability where you can read stuff if you stare at it and think, but you retain the capability of having words in your visual field that you have not automatically read the instant you saw them. You’ve got the capacity to not read stuff you see, and you exercise that capacity every chance you get.)
Whatever tasty stew of those factors delivered ass fudge to the Tesco shelves, it’s hard to view this as anything but a megacorp retailer reaping one of the “rewards” of having squeezed so much of the cost out of the retail grocery process that the process begins to degrade in important and embarrassing ways.
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July 28th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’ve always liked panties of a minimalist nature. Of course, I go to extremes — in my book the best panties are no panties at all! But I’m willing to make an exception for these:
That’s art by John Kacere as seen at Unscathed Corpse.
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July 27th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Miss Maggie Mayhem makes a powerful point about the roleplaying that’s at the heart of so much porn, even when it’s what I might consider to be crappy brutal stuff:
When a small child comes up to you with a pointed finger shouting “bang bang” you know immediately to act out a terrible, painful death. Why?
The power of the imagination is one of the greatest gifts we have and we use it to understand what’s happening with our universe, our planet, our fellow humans, and our interior landscapes. Yes, there are a lot of things depicted in porn that I would never want to see happening in real life, non-consensually, before my eyes. I know that most children would be horrified if their pretend firearm were actually harming you. What they’re thrilled about is the magic of altering consciousness by employing focused attention on an idea.
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July 27th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
You don’t often see such unambiguously gay porn without also seeing a great wodge of flapping penises. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! But my attention in porn, after all these years of blogging about the stuff, is always drawn to the unusual photographic composition:
Found by BJ, who has been ErosBlog’s go-to source for vintage gay porn since, like, 2003.
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July 26th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
If you didn’t know this already, this should help convince you: the person who crops the picture gets a lot of control over the scene.
I had this fairly commonplace bit of BDSM art (suggesting a forced blowjob scene) on my hard drive somewhere:
But when I did an image search to try and figure out some provenance, guess what I got instead?
Behold, our reluctant suck slave turns out to have a penis:
This art appeared in (and on the cover of) Forced Womanhood #22. I’m guessing it was by Bruce Baker or one of his imitators.
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