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February 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Faustus: “Read Before Emailing”

Before his new site was a week old, the clueless email PR people had found Faustus. His advice to them:

Seriously, marketers. Have a look at the damn site before you email. Or I really will have to mock you openly…

 
February 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Bodacious Bride

You know what they say: if you got it, flaunt it!

bride with big boobs and not much dress

From Titty Blog.

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February 17th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Memo To A Politician: UR DOIN IT RONG

Somebody really needs to give New Hampshire State Representative Nancy Elliot a quick course on the purposes, means, and procedures for fulfilling anal sex. Because this is what she thinks about it (yes, there is video):

“We’re talking about taking the penis of one man and putting it in the rectum of another man and wriggling it around in excrement.”

Or, maybe somebody should tell her she just needs a good facial?

wrong kind of facial

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February 17th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Did You Catch The Aerial Fisting Finals?

Here’s Dr. Marty Klein on Those Beautiful Olympic Bodies. And he’s right — it’s astonishing how professional commentators can blather for hours about the virtues of the athletes without ever once seeming to notice their beauty:

Yes, their commitment to excellence is inspiring, their tenacity is beyond comprehension, their personal stories are (occasionally) fascinating. And there’s that whole agony-of-defeat thing from which we seemingly just cannot turn away.

With all the statistics, superlatives, and medals, does nobody notice–these men and women are good-looking!

Viewing this fortnight’s competition out of Vancouver, there are bodies for every taste–short and tall, wide and narrow, Nordic, African, Asian. We even have competitors from the planet’s genetic melting pots, such as Mongolia, Nepal, Montenegro, and Israel.

But with all the enthusiastic commentary (and equally enthusiastic blather) coming at me in High Def, I’ve yet to hear, “Now that is a gorgeous young man,” or “Wow, she is a really attractive young woman,” or “Oh my, I think I’m in love!”

True, many competitors are bundled up in snowsuits. But those tights are so tight that you can tell which of the men are circumcised. Besides, what about the figure skaters? A small army of designers makes a fortune imagining outfits that will be very, very sexy–while judges, commentators, and audience deny that that’s the intent.

Yes, yes, of course we’re admiring these people for their performance, not their eroticism. But are they really so separate? Surely, health, talent, youth, and performance under pressure are erotic. And just as surely, any emotionally healthy athlete relates to his or her body erotically, just as non-athletes do.

It wouldn’t be worth mentioning if it weren’t so blatantly absent.

It’s worth mentioning that they used to conduct the Olympics naked. (The chair will entertain a motion at this time all in favor say “aye” any objections hearing none motion carried.)

I do wonder, though, whether some of the blindness to Olympic hotness isn’t informed by the media-culture obsession with thinness. A lot of Olympians are muscular to the point of being “thick-bodied” from the perspective of the people that think they need to airbrush away the hips of already-skinny models. I’m old enough to remember when Mary Lou Retton went bouncy-bouncy-bounce through all of our lives (and through a great many adolescent fantasies; I could, but won’t, provide detailed anecdotal testimony). You could tell, even then, that the media-culture gatekeepers thought her legs were too big; they didn’t think she was pretty enough to brighten our boxes of Wheaties, and they were — as any rational man of the right age can tell you — fucking insane.

 
February 16th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Nude Around The Neck

Given the weighty and encumbering symbolism with which the modern man’s necktie is fraught, this surreal 1911 nude-woman-as-necktie photo is quite delicious:

nude woman as neck tie

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February 14th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Two Zimmerman Valentines

Busy making plans for a two-day getaway with The Nymph, so a pair of Julius Zimmerman Valentines drawings seem appropriate:

nipples up on Valentines Day

butt hearts in chocolate syrup

 
February 13th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Announcing: Erotic Mad Science

Ladies, hide your daughters! Gentlemen, light your cigars and prepare your instruments! The rest of you lot, listen up!

You all know Faustus, the gentleman who, in seventy-seven ErosBlog posts since February of last year, has dazzled and delighted you (or, possibly in some cases, confused you) with his rich mix of erudition, erotica, and eclairs. (Well, actually we did not get any eclairs. I made that bit up.) From the hedonics of engineered catgirl sex slaves to the fetish aesthetics of The Creature From The Black Lagoon, from the fabled fleshpots of Asia to the thinly-disguised lusts captured in marble and pigment in the echoing museums and churches of Europe, from tentacle sex to sexy robots — I could go on and on, but you get the idea. Incredible breadth and scope, yadda yadda.

It was inevitable — and a consummation devoutly to be wished — that he should eventually start a website of his own. Fear not! He’ll still blog here — regularly I hope — but now he’ll blog as well (and do so much else, besides) at his new site. Can I get a drumroll, please? The site:

Erotic Mad Science

The cliche would be “the title says it all” but of course, when it comes to Dr. Faustus, that would be impossible. His initial post says some of it, though:

Do cheesy science fiction movies do something for you? Would you go (or have you ever gone) to see a midnight performance of Invasion of the Bee Girls? Have you ever shared the monster’s point of view in Creature from the Black Lagoon? Did you find it at least mildly titillating Virginia Bruce was (theoretically) running around without any clothes on in the 1940 film The Invisible Woman? Have you ever thought perhaps that H.P. Lovecraft might even cooler if he weren’t so damn sex-negative? Do you infer a line of artistic influence from Katsushika Hokusai to Toshio Maeda? Do you think it would be sexier to be Victor Frankenstein than Elvis?

If you answered yes to any of those questions, then perhaps this site is for you.

Erotic Mad Science is still new, but it’s already got plenty to keep you busy. There’s a manifesto (you knew there had to be). There are posts about absinthe, British radio comedy, and the eroticism of water (this last illustrated in part with a stunningly erotic 20th-century re-imagination of The Birth Of Venus):

Detail from Odilon Redilon\'s Birth of Venus

But here’s the best part: all of these are related — in ways Faustus alone can explain — to what is sure to be the crown jewelry of Erotic Mad Science. I refer to a body of work commencing with The Apsinthion Protocol, which according to Dr. Faustus “is the first of seven long stories in my Gnosis College mad science series.” Written as screenplays, these Gnosis College stories (I am privileged to have read some, but not yet all, of them, though only the first appears — yet — on Erotic Mad Science) are…

Fuck it. I’m not even going to try to describe them. Faustus has a whole website for that project, let him do the heavy lifting. It will probably take him awhile, so there’s much to look forward to.

Meanwhile, though, I quote from A Brief Introduction to Gnosis College, just to whet your pervy appetites:

The Gnosis campus is bordered by another institution of higher education, St. Mary Magdalene College, a Catholic women’s college jokingly referred to as the Virgin Vault by some Gnosis people. SMMC is run by an order of nuns who keep alive the otherwise moribund tradition of colleges functioning in loco parentis toward their students. It is thus a much-favored school for families with traditional values and problematical daughters. The gates are locked tightly every night at nine. SMMC doesn’t appear in The Apsinthion Protocol, but will in a forthcoming script, Progress in Research.

On the outskirts of Pleasant Prairie we find another institution, a juvenile detention facility called the State Home for Wayward Girls, which is pretty much what it sounds like. (The state has given it another, nicer, name which no one can readily recall.) This place too will appear in a future script, most prominently in Invisible Girl, Heroine.

Add it to your bookmarks, people; this may take awhile.

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