February 22nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Girls, Interrupted
This looks like another one of those vintage “Oh, Hai!” moments:
From a set at Kinky Delight.
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February 20th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Another Table Dancer
This pretty bit of cafe entertainment is Barbara Bouchet, in the 1972 film Milan Caliber 9 (screenshot here):
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February 19th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Friday Girl Fight: Jade Vs. Power Puff
A recent post at Sexoteric reminded me that the Ultimate Surrender style of naked girlfights is just a recent entry in a long and venerable pornographic tradition:
I expecially enjoy the pre-bout photography. These matches always start out so promising:
Tonight it’s Ally Ann (fighting as “Power Puff”) versus Tia Ling (fighting as “Jade”). Ally Ann looms over Tia Ling, smiling that corn-fed Nebraska farm-girl smile, but I’m seeing more confidence in Tia’s eye’s than in Ally’s. I’ve got bad news, Power Puff: This is one project where “little and cute” is not enough to get you what you want. And make no mistake, these are both tiny women in truth, as the fight card shows:
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TIA LING Jade HT: 5’1 WT: 102lbs Season record (0-0) Lifetime record (1-2) |
ALLY ANN Power Puff HT: 5’5 WT: 120lbs Season record (0-1) Lifetime record (0-1) |
Things don’t start out very well for Power Puff:
I’ll grant Power Puff this much, she does make an effort:
But the fight really doesn’t go very well for her. It’s downhill all the way to defeat…and beyond. Beyond, I say, because at Ultimate Surrender, defeat is always followed by ritual and public sexual humiliation:
(Click the last two images to see large versions; click here to see more of the fight.)
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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
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?
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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.
