December 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Would You Rather Be Right? Or Happy?
Sometimes, being right scores you one “I’m right and you’re wrong” point…and you still come out the big loser.
This sounds like one of those times.
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December 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
“Spies Are Sappin’ My Sentry!”
OK, so all she really has in common with the engineer from Team Fortress II is the big wrench. But still:
That’s Donna from Action Girls.
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December 21st, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Women Being Mean To Each Other
Given all the talk of men, women, and their relative roles and statuses in the making of BDSM porn, I sometimes find it amusing to pull out an authentic bit of F/F/f BDSM porn that’s as rough and raw as most of the stuff that gets everybody jumping up and down when it’s a man swinging the whip:
It comes from this shoot … and if you’re curious, I believe the implausibly large-looking metal object being shoved up her bum in this photo is an electrified toy called The Samurai (previously featured here).
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December 20th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
A Discussion Of Phlebotomy
A thing that happened at The Pervocracy:
A discussion of phlebotomy somehow degenerated into examining Rowdy’s superficial dorsal vein (“yeah, I could get blood from that, but he probably wouldn’t like it”), which degenerated into a more general inspection and contemplation of the male anatomy, which of course degenerated into a double blowjob. As discussions of phlebotomy so often do.
P.S. Degenerated? I understand the impulse behind the word choice, but I’m still fighting the urge to channel Andre The Giant and go “I do not think it means…”
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December 19th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Glittermuff
Look folks, Tumblr is just another fucking platform. It’s just tools. Therefore it is theoretically possible to use the platform with charm and style and grace. It has to be.
Restoring my faith as it was beginning to flag, just now I have been charmed by Muffy’s Insatiable Bordello of Sexual Glitter.
Glitter Muff, as the author styles herself, never seems to fail at amusing and entertaining commentary on the pictures she tumbles. Example:
Sometimes great sex looks a lot like armed robbery.
Grab that fucking body like the sirens are getting louder. Don’t be delicate. There are ten feet between you and the door. Then it’s all yours.
December 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Two Nude Sunbathers
Some things never change.
These are not, I think, two randomly encountered nudes sunbathing on a beach. No photographer is ever so lucky. Nope, this is the usual deal. Two pretty girls, rounded up in Paris with all the usual hassle attendant upon dealing with models, and then conducted to the beach (more hassle!) and carefully arrayed for the delectation of the camera lens:
In this case, I should say, very much worth the effort!
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December 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
How Do You Want Me To Feel?
This is one of those posts Mistress Matisse makes from time to time that makes me regret her long-ago decision — liberating though it must be — not to host blog comments. I might have contented myself with a “Hell yah!” if she had ’em, but since she doesn’t, I’ll just post a few choice drive-by excerpts over here, and keep right on moving:
The idea that a woman can change how her male partner feels about things annoys me.
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I strongly disagree with the idea that a woman should try to redesign the inside of a man’s head. If you want a romance with someone who thinks just like you, date other women. Men are different from us. Really. Their view of the world is neither better or worse than ours, it just — is.
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If you tell a man what you wish to have done, he’ll either do it, or else he won’t. But if it’s something both of you can see, then it’s easier to discuss. Telling a man you want him to feel differently is hard to measure, and doing so rarely yields a satisfactory result for anyone, in my experience.
You preach it, sister!
(I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but I have definitely been in the position of confusedly asking a woman “What is it that you want from me?” and getting back the very specific answer “I want you to feel/not feel [description of a mental state]”. Let me tell you, there are no extra points for telling her that her impossible-to-fulfill emotional demands have now filled you with existential despair. “Woman, it’s how I feel, it’s not something I can change like I change my freakin’ pants.” Nope, no points for that answer either.)
