Gymnast Costume Failure
Does anybody watch gymnastics without hoping for moments like this?

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August 24th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Gymnast Costume FailureDoes anybody watch gymnastics without hoping for moments like this?
Similar Sex Blogging: August 24th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
10,000 Foul Mouthed TeenagersAs a middle-aged gamer who simply can’t twitch my mouse as fast as a thirteen-year-old, I tend to gravitate toward games that reward patience, experience, and higher-level strategies. Does this keep bunny-hopping tweeners from teabagging my corpse? No it does not. But it helps. Despite my coping strategies, however, there remain days when I feel like I’m swimming in a cesspool of pre-teen immaturity. Which is why this webcomic made me laugh so hard: What It’s Like To Play Online Games As A Grownup (Click to read the whole thing.) My favorite line: “And they stink of Mountain Dew and Ritalin, sir.”‘ One must be fair, though. There’s a heavy selection bias at work here. On the internet, nobody knows you’re eleven — unless you act like the stereotype of the obnoxious eleven-year-old gamer. I’ve played many an hour with perfectly civilized, decently-skilled, strategic gamers who were better than me at some stuff, only to be stunned to hear them key up on the in-game voice channels with a beardless voice. The gamers who are the most frightening opponents, though, are the young ones just back from (or on break from) our real-world wars. They have the youthful speed and reflexes, combined with often-relevant training and experience, all topped off with a serious dose of aggression and passion-to-win. Formidable indeed. I like to say that age and treachery always triumphs over youth and skill, but it’s not true as often as I’d like. Similar Sex Blogging: August 23rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Sharing A ShowerIf you’re not…inspired…by the buns of the girl on the left, you’re not alive. Or so I maintain:
Via Usenet. (Yes, it still exists.) Similar Sex Blogging: August 21st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Welcome VisitorsYou’ve got to love the innocent setups you used to get in vintage porn. These are the establishing shots for an orgy in a 1975 Color Climax publication called Anal Sex #15:
“Hi, guys! Are we ever happy to see you! We were getting bored just laying here naked … won’t you join us?” They would:
August 21st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Cynical About Piousness, 1897I feel that I may have witnessed this phenomenon myself:
From Reflections of a Bachelor, New York Press 1897 (as reported by @TweetsOfOld). August 19th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Hate, Death, Cluelessness, Illiteracy: A PomeErosBlog does get hate mail — but you’d be amazed how much of it is misdirected. A comment appeared on an old post. The commenter chose the name “death” and addressed it to the pornographers who made the image I posted about. It’s long been my experience that people often seem confused about where they are on the internet — I’m always deleting comments that are addressed to the models who appear in the photos on this site. Comments addressed to pornsite operators, though, those are new. Anyway, this comment is hateful and violent. Why share it? Because those of us in the sex-positive bubble are too liable to forget that the violent crazies are really out there. They are. Exactly as it appeared, even unto the unique line breaks, addressee redacted by me and replaced with [pornsite]:
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