July 25th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Possibly representing a subset of the macrophilia fetish described in the linked fetishes article Faustus blogs about below, this artwork comes from the cover of an old Italian fumetti comic:
July 23rd, 2009 -- by Bacchus
You never see anything like this in the streets of my town:
Photo Credit: Public Disgrace, via Nudes in Traffic via Bondage Blog.
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July 22nd, 2009 -- by Bacchus
We can’t turn off our inner sex fiends, but we don’t have to be jerks about it.
I love this line. It’s a pithy expression of one of my long-standing goals for ErosBlog. I’ve said it several different and wordier ways, but never so well.
It comes from the middle of a huge fleshpile of comments on this post at Less Wrong. (If you’re wondering what I was doing at a place like that, I can only blame Faustus.)
July 20th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
July 19th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Did I just write “surplus zucchini?” I repeat myself.
Have twice refused well-intentioned gifts of zucchini and squash in just the past week, I can testify that it’s the time of year when surplus zucchini bags itself up and roams the neighborhood, looking for unguarded porches to colonize. There’s a modern American folk tale in common currency about the man so desperate to rid himself of surplus zucchini that he bagged it up and left it in his unlocked car in a busy parking lot, hoping someone would steal it. When he came back, what did he find? Why, three bags of zucchini!
Rule 34: If it exists, there is porn of it.
Proof: This post at Spanking Blog. Click the first link in the post for the most graphic demonstration one could hope for.
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July 18th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
An important insight, found buried among much that is questionable in a pickup artist’s Sixteen Commandments Of Poon:
There is a groupie for every male endeavor. Except World of Warcraft.
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July 17th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
I’ve long been a fan of the photography of Richard Kern, who does edgy erotic photography. Some of it’s explicit, or explicitly fetish, material; but a lot more is what I’d call “plain” art nudes, done in an indescribable way that makes them seem deeply kinky. Back in the pre-blog era, I sometimes used to make extra beer money buying books of his art postcards, separating them carefully, and then selling them individually on eBay (that was before eBay hired a Disney executive and went all “mid-twentieth-century prude” on everybody).
From time to time I get a low-key marketing email from Vice. [2018 explanation: Back in 2009, Vice was a website, not yet a television network.] The latest one alerted me to a Richard Kern feature called Archival Girls. It’s very simple: photos from Kern’s archives, with short captions by Kern about the models. This one is a nameless (as in, Kern forgot her name) stripper from San Francisco:
“This was another stripper from San Francisco. I don’t remember anything about her… Oh, wait. I do! My doctor at the time told me his marriage was breaking up. It turned out it was because he was having an affair with this girl I photographed. Total coincidence.”
