November 3rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
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November 2nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Ellen Page’s Butt Buddy
Actor Rainn Wilson, on being Ellen Page’s butt buddy during the shooting of Super:
On set, whenever one of us shouted “butt buddies,” we had to find each other and jump up and down, rubbing our butts together. There’s nothing like butt cheeks and spandex, rubbing up against each other in a friendly, butt buddy kind of way.
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November 1st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
The Girl With The Butterfly Tattoo
From the style, I think this random hard drive discovery probably came, initially, from a Japanese magazine. But that’s all I can tell you about this lovely butterfly tattoo:
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October 31st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
No Reason In The World
Now here is a refreshing attitude:
“At one point I thought, ‘Should I be getting onto this stool in a doggie position and shoving a vibrator in me in front of these people?'” Sabrina Deep is saying. “But there was no reason not to.”
October 31st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Donkey? I Thought She Was A Hooker!
From Lowering The Bar:
“Your worship, I only came to know that I was being intimate with a donkey when I got arrested,” a 28-year-old Zimbabwe man told a magistrate on Monday. The man, who had been arrested for being intimate with a donkey, admitted the conduct in question but claimed that the donkey had not been a donkey when he met her at a nightclub last Saturday night, but rather a prostitute.
“I don’t know how she then became a donkey,” he told the court.
Yeah, that’s a winning defense…
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October 28th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
How “The Joy Of Sex” Was Illustrated
Susie Bright can call it “a tewwible sex ed book” if she wants to, and yeah, it had some serious flaws. But I don’t think it’s fair to say that without considering what you are comparing it to. As one of the most widely sold sex ed books of its generation (in a class with perhaps one other member, I’m thinking of Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask) and in a world where there was no sex information freely available to minors, Joy of Sex became “the first serious sex information we ever saw” to a lot of people of my generation. Whatever its flaws (and I remember dismissing parts of it as “some serious hippy shit” reading it as an adolescent more than a decade after its publication) it was a lot better than Hustler magazine, which can stand in for the only other sort of sex info available to rural youngsters at that time. If there were better sex ed books likely to be on the open stacks of a public library in small town America before 1985, there weren’t many. Maybe Our Bodies, Ourselves? Not in our library, no indeed.
Those cheesy illustrations, though? There’s a story behind them:
Think of The Joy of Sex and chances are your mind will drift to an image of a man with a bushy beard and a woman with hairy armpits.
It’s not a photograph, but the nearest thing to it in pen and ink.
In early 1970s Britain, photographs would have been too risque. But hand-drawn illustrations based on photographs? Maybe society was ready for that.
“We were a bit nervous when we took this on,” remembers one of the book’s illustrators, Chris Foss.
“The publisher had to write a contract which confirmed that they would pay our defence if some old fart decided to make an issue out of it.”
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Joy of Sex art director Peter Kindersley calculated that the quality of the art work would shield the publishers, Mitchell Beazley, from prosecution.
The images were graphic – they showed genitals and countless sex positions – but they were also artistic, and tasteful.
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Before the artists could start work the team had to find models to pose for them.
Plan A, explains Mr Kindersley, was to use models from London’s Soho district – the hotbed of the capital’s sex industry.
“We found all these people who started posing, but halfway through the pose they would ask for an extra £100 ($160) – it was just complete chaos,” he says.
There was some difficulty finding a workable Plan B. As the project approached a dead-end, it was the book’s other illustrator, Charles Raymond – responsible for the colour artwork – who came to the rescue. He volunteered to do the modelling himself, with his German wife, Edeltraud.
Chris Foss, who was responsible for the book’s black-and-white illustrations, took the photos. The book’s author, Dr Alex Comfort, had given them dozens of positions to get though, and all were done for real over two hectic days in early 1972.
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The miners were on strike and they had only limited light to work with before the power cuts would plunge them into darkness.
“We’d say: ‘Charlie, we’ve only got another 20 minutes,'” recalls Mr Foss. “And he’d say: ‘Oh I’m terribly sorry’ and he’d go off to prepare himself to perform again, and Edeltraud would go: ‘Charles, Charles, please, please come on, we only have 10 minutes, please two more positions.’
“So it was all quite fraught shooting the positions – but it worked.”
The same kind of matter-of-fact approach applied in the post-production.
“I remember Chris and Charles coming into the office with all these absolutely explicit photographs,” says Mr Kindersley.
“And we all stood round saying: ‘That’s a good one, yeah that’s very good.'”
All of which makes me wonder: who has those photos now? That would make an art book!
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