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November 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Cicciolina On Fucking

Its called “fucking” for a reason, I never wanted a boy afraid of breaking me, I want a man that will grab my flesh firmly and fuck me properly. If my breasts are not moving while I am getting fucked on all fours, it means I am not getting pounded properly.”

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November 17th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

The Modern Empress

There’s a discussion going on in the comments over at Tiny Nibbles right now about another in the endless line of hypersexualized deliberatedly-controversial fashion photoshoots. You know the ones I mean — they push the porn line a little bit, wait for the nattering nabobs of feminism to condemn them, pull the ad campaign or claim it was just a conceptual shoot never intended for broad release, and then sit back and wait for the viral controversy traffic to spike their brand awareness among the hard-to-reach internet-active demographic.

This particular social media marketing campaign hit pay dirt when Jezebel condemned their photography as “creepy and porno-like”; by essentially calling porn creepy, Jezebel set off half-the sex positive bloggers in the universe, and it was off to the races. Presumably there will be a big end-of-the-year gift basket arriving at the Jezebel offices from this social media marketing agency in appreciation.

I was going to stay out of it completely — call it my part of the effort to train these people to buy display advertising like their Mad Men ancestors — but in the discussion at Violet’s place, there was an interesting conversation about the submissive poses of the woman in some of the photos, and whether it would be different if the woman were dominant, and just how rare it is for these edgy fashion shoots to feature dominant women and/or submissive male postures.

Now, in fact fashion shoots that reverse the dom/sub polarities don’t strike me as all that rare, but I didn’t have examples at my fingertips. And then, serendipitously, I stumbled over a nice one — so that’s today’s blog post sorted.

This comes from a Marie Claire US photoshoot from last January. I found the photos here, and it’s actually not very sexualized as such things go. The starring model, Miranda Kerr, never shows more than a little side-boob, in one of those stupid “I’m wearing the expensive coat but I forgot my shirt and my bra” photos that fashion photographers love so much. But there’s a surf/beach theme, culminating in this powerful “empress and her slave bearers” shot which is actually kinky as hell if you look at it with any gaze more careful than “Hey, look, she’s sitting on those beefy dudes!”

miranda kerr borne by four beefy male surfer dude slaves

(Don’t forget to click for embiggening.)

 
November 17th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Bobbing For Apples, Depression Style

Party games just aren’t as much fun as they used to be:

bobbing for apples with her hands tied - the sexy party games of 1933

Thanks to Bondage Blog for the awesome Redbook magazine cover.

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November 16th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

How To Cure A Feminist

Of ever again speaking to you, that is. Just show her this article, and give a good “hardy-har-har” when you do it:

how to cure a feminist

That’s right me boyos and cheloveks, stop combing your knuckles long enough to read this article, and you too can learn the secrets of how to “turn a militant protesting unshaven vegan into an actual girl!” Woot, I say, and I say again, woot!

The Tumblr where I found this offers its own sarcastic recipe for a feminism “cure”, structured like the Underpants Gnomes meme from South Park:

Step 1: Show article to woman.

Step 2: Peel woman off ceiling.

Step 3: Wait until she stops spitting and cussing. Offer makeup sex on behalf on entire male gender.

Step 4: Retire to man-cave until balls heal.

Step 5: Profit?

The clipping from Maxim magazine dates from 2003, which is about a year before I stopped even thumbing through the FHM/Maxim style lad-mags on the news stand. Are they still this bad? Do they even still exist?

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November 16th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Sex, Defined

Whatever they pay Emily Nagoski to be a sex educator, it’s not enough.

She starts with a definition: sex is “an evolutionarily adaptive reproduction strategy involving the recombination of two individuals’ genes.”

Friends, and I’m telling you straight: present that definition to me and I WOULD NOT CLICK THE LINK. Fuck no. Boring city.

But she unpacks it, explains it, walks it through gametes and peafowl and Alfred Kinsey and busy bonobo apes and her own beloved twin sister until she’s completely explained it, not only how that dry biology definition is sex, but why it’s the definition that explains not only romantic love but also every kind of kink you ever heard of:

And thus humans come with our ball gags, golden showers, foot fetishes, Catholic school girl fantasies, whips, cages, breath play, sensation play, group sex, monogamy, polygymy, polyandry, jealousy, gays and lesbians and bisexuals and asexuals and queer folks and folks who don’t claim any identity and transfolks, and LOVE ITSELF — and also assault, abuse, rape, pedophilia, and wide and daunting array of harmful uses to which we put sex, all the dazzling and heartbreaking variety we witness in humanity — vast, limitless. As Kinsey said, “The only unnatural sex act is one you can not perform.”

It’s the joyful work of a skilled professional. You really ought to go go see.

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November 15th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

The English Cucumber

 
November 15th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Squeeze It, Squeeze It, Squeeze It

Behind the following link is an animated .gif that some of you won’t be able to stop watching:

Click here for an endless bottom squeezing!

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