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June 15th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Witches, Riding

Just in case you’re one of those innocent people who missed the symbolic import of the whole “witches riding on broomsticks” thing, this vintage art by Eugene Reunier ought to sort you out:

witches riding on disembodied penises

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June 12th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Woman In A White Room

Because VirtuaGirlHD is a stalwart supporter of ErosBlog, I understand at an intellectual level that the “plain white background” aesthetic of their sample photos has a practical purpose (think “green-screen”). Nonetheless, I kinda dig it:

woman stripping against a white background

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June 10th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Nipples At The Car Show

I found this on my hard drive in a directory of vintage pictures. The photo is, of course, not all that old, but it did remind me that I should go to the classic car rally they are having a couple of towns over, next week:

car girl in boots with no bra

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June 9th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

It’s For Porn I Tell You!

I saw a link to this excellent blog post: What the government doesn’t understand about the Internet, and what to do about it.

Even before I went to read the post (which you should do, too, even though it has almost nothing to do with normal ErosBlog topics) I knew that there would be something in the “the government doesn’t understand” category that the (mainstream) article wouldn’t mention; namely, the fact that the internet is for porn. (Sing it with me, normal people: “The internet is for porn, the internet is for porn…”)

Turns out I was technically right — the word “porn” nowhere appears — but not right in a clever way, because the post does say this:

These [internet] services are reducing traditional institutions’ ability to charge for information, seize big consumer surpluses, limit speech or fix marriages. It has, in other words, become harder to be a big business, newspaper, repressive institution or religion. Nor is this traditional ‘creative destruction’ going on in a normal capitalist economy: this isn’t about one widget manufacturer replacing another, this is about a newspaper business dying and being replaced by no one single thing, and certainly nothing recognisable as a newspaper business.

And that’s internet porn right there, unnamed but encompassed. The repressive institutions, including governments as well as the churches that once went around my little town offering wads of cash to any store that would permanently remove its dirty magazine rack, have pretty much utterly lost their power to suppress writing and photography featuring naked people fucking. And this power is gone not just in the perennially-damned urban centers, but even in the tiniest and most repressed of farming hamlets.

Nor can government put the erotic genie (um, may I have one of those, please?) back in the bottle. As the post goes on to say:

Any state institution that says “we control all the information about X” is going to look increasingly strange and frustrating to a public that’s used to be able to do whatever they want with information about themselves, or about anything they care about (both private and public).

 
June 8th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

The Virtues Of Robot Sex

After the post Faustus made yesterday, it is perhaps not surprising that a bit of marketing for a “robotic blowjob machine” caught my eye this morning.

The actual product, when I saw pictures of it, was the inevitable disappointment you would expect, which is why I’m not linking to it. (Well, that, plus a reluctance to recommend untrusted vendors of products that combine electric motors with holes for insertion of tender, fragile, and oh-so-precious penile tissues.) For a hundred bucks plus shipping, you get a “robotic” pocket pussy, which is to say, you would get a pocket pussy that’s been enclosed in a harder plastic cylinder that contains “beads, attached to a small motor” that “grab your cock and suck it”.

Brrrrr.

I shouldn’t scoff, I suppose. We do live in a world with toilets that know your anus position and can offer you a touchless wash-and-dry. But I’m skeptical, nonetheless.

Pocket pussies themselves (or “male masturbation sleeves” if you want to be formal) offer no serious competition to flesh-and-blood pussies (with non-optional — and yes, that’s a feature — real women attached.) But the pocket variety do come in a wide array of models at a wide array of prices. I suppose adding some motorized jerking beads to the expensive ones could quickly get you to that magic hundred-dollar price point. But, to be honest, the pictures on offer from the robotic blowjob machine vendor looked like they were starting with the cheap one, then MacGyvering it up with some leftover Jack Rabbit innards.

So, why have I gone to all this length to give you my impressions of a device that I wouldn’t touch with {pauses, points to random male in the audience} your dick?

Because I’m fascinated and impressed by the sociology of the marketing prose. It turns out that overpriced sex toys are dirt cheap compared to real women:

“If you go to a prostitute, a blowjob can run you between $50-$150, just for a single shot! If you have a girlfriend, the customary pre-blowjob activities (dinner, drinks, movie) can easily run you $100, just for the single shot! And if you have a wife…you have to be married and the costs involved in that are enormous.”

But wait, there’s more! We’re not talking mere economic savings, here. Apparently your robotic blowjob machine delivers an actual superior experience, by virtue of the fact that it doesn’t complain when you ejaculate into it:

“When you are ready to blast, just do it. It can’t complain! No fancy dinners, no carrying its purse, no PMS.”

To be fair, as I suppose I ought to be, what this prose reveals to us are the views about women that the “robot” manufacturer ascribes to its prospective customers for the device. That might be a fairly narrow subset of men, as viewed through some rather milky glass. (High technologists of plastic are not necessarily decent sociologists, or even competent marketers.) Nonetheless, I’m struck by the divergence between the men this advertising is aimed at and the men I think would be the natural market for the product.

Men who think real blowjobs are too expensive (and too fraught with potential feminine complaint) may be out there. But really, I’d expect there are more men — or, at least, more men willing to invest $100 bucks in a sex gadget — whose only objection to real blowjobs is that they aren’t currently managing to get ’em. Is sour grapes marketing (“Better than a real blowjob, because real blowjobs come from demanding women with opinions”) really the most effective approach here?

Fascinating to see that somebody thinks it might be.

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June 5th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

A Vision In Red Latex

Anybody out there who is fond of latex? Because Madison Young is looking shiny and fine in this red and black number:

Madison Young in shiny red latex that shows off her ass

From this Men In Pain shoot.

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June 4th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Female Ejaculation, In New Scientist

I have friends in academia who consider New Scientist the best of the popular science magazines, and I’ll admit, the magazine seems to do some very professional science writing. This is the first bit of popular journalism I’ve seen that treats the subject of female ejaculation as a matter of scientific interest, rather than as a sexual curiosity to be tittered at, or, worse, denied outright. (So common is this inevitably male denial that almost every time the subject has come up at ErosBlog, some guy has failed to get an “it’s just pee” comment through moderation, that assertion being a tidbit of sexual ignorance so profound that I’ve decided I won’t be a party to spreading it, even as a mere publisher.)

The New Scientist article is not perfect, but it’s the first thing I’ve read on the subject in years that successfully conveys all that remains unknown about female ejaculation (lots and lots) without surrendering unto ignorance that which is known, by scientists or by anybody with first-hand experience and a functioning set of senses.

From the article, two paragraphs about the historical pedigree of the discussion:

Many historical texts, such as the Kama Sutra, spoke about female “semen”, as did writers, including the Greek physician Hippocrates. Sometimes the writers may have been referring to everyday vaginal secretions, which increase during sexual arousal. However, there are several references to something more akin to ejaculation. In the 17th century, the Dutch physician and anatomist Regnier De Graaf spoke of “liquid as usually comes from the pudenda in one gush”.

In the last century, Ernst Gräfenberg, the German doctor who gave his name to the controversial G spot, drew attention to female ejaculation in a 1950 paper published in The International Journal of Sexology. “This convulsory expulsion of fluids occurs always at the acme of orgasm and simultaneously with it,” he wrote. “Occasionally the production of fluids is so profuse that a large towel has to be spread under the woman to prevent the bed sheets getting soiled.”

Link credit: Sexoteric.

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