June 3rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Audrey Hepburn On Her Knees
Fetish fuel for somebody I’m thinking:
From The Nun’s Story (1959).
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June 2nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Solution Is Always More Art
You may by now have noticed that I’m often very slow to jump on bandwagons and crusades and campaigns of outrage that go careening by us all at Twitter-enhanced speeds. There’s no shortage of the things, so it doesn’t really matter which side (of whatever controversy or cultural struggle) you are on; you can find a bandwagon to fit your taste without any trouble at all, and if you’re internet-plugged-in, plenty of them will find you. I’m not immune to that, but even when the militant controversies are relevant to my interests and to ErosBlog topics-of-interest, I often tend to tune them out.
Why? Well, sometimes it’s because I’m just out of the loop and don’t learn about them until they are all played out already. But often, I’m uncomfortable with the moral subtext of these things, or with the calls to action that accompany them. You can’t participate in an internet conversation of outrage and condemnation and angry social criticism without treading perilously close to the dreaded tropes of Something Must Be Done, There Ought To Be A Law, No Right-Thinking Person Would Associate Themselves With Doings Of That Sort, and Nobody Should View Or Enjoy Morally-Bankrupt Things Like That.
I can’t bear to stand in any of those camps with my voice raised. It’s one thing for me to avert my electronic gaze from an offensive thing, but quite another for me to shout with the mob of voices clamoring for somebody’s silencing. And there’s never been a good internet bandwagon from which the noise of that particular hue and cry was inaudible.
Which is why I don’t mind saying, I found considerable resonance within myself with the following:
The swooning and fainting and so forth about this stuff, the fever, is comical in its preening intensity. There is clearly some kind of competition to determine who is the most scandalized. It reminds me of church, frankly; I don’t do church, either. I have no common cause with perpetually shocked viziers of moral pageantry. Indeed, I think it is fair to say that I am their enemy.
The answer is always more art; the corollary to that is the answer is never less art. If you start to think that less art is the answer, start over. That’s not the side you want to be on. The problem isn’t that people create or enjoy offensive work. The problem is that so many people believe that culture is something other people create, the sole domain of some anonymized other, so they never put their hat in the ring. That even with a computer in your pocket connected to an instantaneous global network, no-one can hear you. When you believe that, really believe it, the devil dances in hell.
You could show me that on a sign carried by a random stranger, and I’d say “Yeah, I’m with that guy.” (And then I’d inevitably be humiliated when he tried to sell you and me some Lyndon LaRouche literature or a wearable Faraday cage or a Birther book.)
So who is “that guy”, this time? Turns out it’s Jerry Holkins, also know as “that Penny Arcade guy, Tycho, who pissed off a lot of people a few years ago over the internet dickwolves dickishness.” The big blockquote is from the blog post (as opposed to the webcomic) where he’s currently weighing in about a controversial video game trailer.
Yeah, you did read that correctly. There’s a culture-fight going on about the trailer for a videogame, yup. The trailer is said to feature battle nuns who die in ugly fashion. Google “rape culture hitman” (or just contemplate those search terms for a moment) if you want the flavor of the debate. Alternatively, if you’re feeling nostalgic, google “grand theft auto prostitutes”. Me? I stayed out of the GTA thing and I’m staying out of this one. Y’all have fun. And don’t forget to make more art.
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May 31st, 2012 -- by Bacchus
My Kind Of Roughnecks
High heels, hard hats, and not much else — it’s not practical for getting oil out of the ground, but it seems to be good for morale:
Via Kinky Delight.
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May 30th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Four Happy Girls, Stripping
It’s lesbian party time at Explicite Art, and the girls are happy to get naked for it:
You can see a bit more of these girls (and that’s an understatement) here.
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May 29th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Virtual Contortionist
At first and second glance, this bit of computer art seems a little bit pointless. The whole point in looking at a photo (or live performance) of a contortionist is to marvel at his or her flexibility. A CG artwork of a very flexible girl doesn’t really carry the same emotional message; we already know that digital persons are infinitely flexible and extremely durable. So what’s the value of this?
However, if you’re a man and you’re honest, you’ll recognize a standard response when you see a pic or a video of a flexi woman curling her ankles behind her neck. “That would be a lot more spectacular if she were naked, and ten times more so if she were naked in my bedroom…”
Take that a step further, and if you’re also kinky? Then it’s “if only those ankles were tied like that! My own girlfriend might be willing in spirit, but I shouldn’t bend her like that for reals because her orthopedist would chide her about the unfortunate consequences…”
And now we come to the point of this computer graphics exercise. The picture above, it turns out, is only an establishing shot. In most of the image set, our flexible digital artifact is also extremely tied up:
Thanks to Bondage Blog for finding this in the tricky-to-navigate jungles of the foreign-language interwebs.
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May 28th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Men On Edge
Because I’m not so good at keeping up with developments in gay porn, I’ve been slow to mention the latest offering from Kink Men: a site/channel called Men on Edge, in which men tie up other men, flog them, and do other cruel things, typically culminating in painful-looking brink-of-orgasm situations not swiftly resolved.
P.S. Uhm, about that particular cruel thing close-up, with the Hitachi-style vibrator right on the tip of his penis? When I see porn where that’s being done to a woman’s clitoris, I’m of course totally cool with it, though I’m not immune to that little bit of sympathy most of us have for a willing submissive in an intense scene. But hey, guess what? When I see much the same thing being done to the sensitive head of a penis, I get a visceral sympathy reaction of the sort men get when other men are kicked in the balls: I want to cup myself protectively and cringe and tell myself reassuring stories about how that’s never going to happen to me. Is there maybe somewhere I can go, where I could get my comfortably-gendered S&M double standards back, plz kay thx bye?
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May 27th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Is It Bunny Girl Season Already?
OK, memory quiz time. Who here is left in the sex blogging community who remembers back in 2003 when the entire mainstream press and much of the blogosphere went into a meltdown shit-frenzy over a clever viral marketing campaign for a softporn video called Hunting For Bambi? Women running around naked in the desert being shot at with paint-ball guns, and the viral hook was to present it, falsely, as if it were an ongoing misogynistic “sport” that men could go and pay to participate in, rather than as the one-off staged fetish event with paid performers (to make the porny video) that it actually appears to have been. Pretty much everybody took the bait, the hook, the line, and the sinker. (Yeah, me too. I was still a noob.)
Of course the marketing for the video was also deliberately and painfully misogynistic. “Men Hunting Naked Women. It’s About Fuck’n Time!” was just one of the slogans. And so, inevitably, there was much clucking and much waggling the Public Finger of Disapproval.
Times change. Time marches on. We (slowly) get over ourselves. These days, if you try to do the same kind of girl-hunting thing as pure porn, with bunny girls pretending to be scared and female “hunters” with fake guns, you’ll be lucky if anybody even notices. Just ask Action Girls, because they did it:
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