I’ve long been hostile to the idea of “sex addiction” because it strikes me as nonsense on its face. Sex is a core biological imperative, like breathing or excreting, making a “sex addiction” as nonsensical as a “crapping addiction”. Pathologizing normal behavior is something I recognize as a tool of control, a way to twist people up inside so that you can more easily guilt them into changing their behavior (joining your church, giving you money, working longer hours, whatever.) Thus, for me, concerned talk of “sex addiction” is a red-flag warning that the speaker is likely to be a sex-negative culture warrior or a woo-woo-therapy-selling charlatan.

I’m pretty good at being dismissive of nonsense, but I’m not always so good at patiently explaining why it’s nonsense. “Suffering fools gladly” equals a skill I was behind the door when they were passing them out. Fortunately, we have Annie Sprinkle to bear what I cannot, and she’s written a nice article succinctly explaining the nonsense that is sex addiction prattle. There’s lots, but this paragraph fragment is exemplary:

Sex addiction often makes a disease out of what is often quite reasonable sexual behavior. It emphasizes negative aspects of sex. It takes away some of the personal responsibility for sexual choices and blames problems on a ‘disease’. It offers simple solutions to complex problems. Marty Klein points out that, “Sex addiction legitimizes sex-negative attitudes and supports sexual guilt.” It can make people feel badly if they simply have an active and varied sex life. Sex addiction can be used as a way to put down socially disapproved of behavior.

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I enjoyed the movie Black Snake Moan when it came out, mostly because of Samuel L. Jackson’s strong performance. But Christina Ricci chained up didn’t hurt the picture, and the movie posters to that effect just might have influenced my decision to go and see the film. Here she is returning from an unscheduled and unauthorized walkabout:

Via Bondage Blog.

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Ever since Faustus wrote this post, I’ve been on the lookout for more Savita Bhabhi comics. Finally, some came rolling in via alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons:

“Hot Bhabhi” indeed!

I got in some trouble in this post about the political protesters who (briefly) called themselves teabaggers before they started getting mocked for their sexual and cultural ignorance. Several commenters (the two visible, plus several more who were incivil or explicitly partisan) claimed that, no, they never did call themselves that, it was their opponents who started it. Some quick Google-and-link sorted that out.

Well, now Rachel Maddow (whom I ♥ more than The Nymph approves of, even though it’s the safest possible celebrity crush) has twittered as follows:

And if you follow her link, you’ll see this, published with approval at Free Republic:

Most of a year later, some of them still haven’t gotten the memo.

Update: Doh! Rachel tweets a “maybe” semi-retraction (based on a newspaper article suggesting the guy with the sign was a union man twitting teabaggers for being too wealthy to empathize with unemployed) and “reverts to previous evidence“.

I actually find this more fascinating, because it points out just how dangerous one-liners are to misinterpretation. What you see depends on where you stand. I see the tea partiers (as they now call themselves) as being conservatives of a generally-low economic status, so it never occurred to me that they might be mocked from the working left as being too well-off to understand the plight of the unemployed worker.

I’ve learned by bitter experience that discussions of this sort go partisan and ugly extremely fast if not closely moderated here on ErosBlog, and I’m not going to be at my computer much for the next couple of days (although some posts are pre-scheduled). So, I’ve disabled comments on this post. I’ll try to remember to turn them back on when I get back.

This is from Ultraviolet: 69 Blacklight Posters from the Aquarian Age and Beyond, as reviewed at Flavorwire. I missed the Aquarian Age (too young) and never acquired a taste for the leafy green stuff (too fond of air-breathing). But naked girls never go out of style:

Via Jonno’s Tumbr, via Violet Blue. (Violet has blogged up a storm this weekend — I could blog for a week on the stuff she’s posted and linked over the last few days. Go thou, and catchest up.)

Random funny from Twitter:

Today I was told, yet again, I’m high maintenance. I disagree… I’m just understaffed.

Faustus recently called my attention to Erotic Comics: a Graphic History from Tijuana Bibles to Underground Comix. The many vintage erotic gems to be discovered therein include a well-hung Joe Stalin spreading sexual satisfaction among the proletariat:

Also not to be overlooked: buggery!

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