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The Sex Blog Of Record
January 9th, 2009 -- by Aphrodite
Aphrodite blogs:
I know, I know! Referring to Daniel Radcliffe as his Harry Potter character does him a grievous disservice. But when you see the picture I just found on my hard drive, I think you’ll agree my title is a good choice:
I don’t remember where or when I found this, but it had to be after this post. He is gorgeous all the way around! Here’s the full size picture…..just in case anyone wants a better look.
(Who knew that working on a New Year’s resolution could be so fun?)
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January 9th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
This is an illustration that appeared in Esquire magazine more than half a century ago:
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January 7th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Tentacle porn is, according to one of Vinnie Tesla’s college chums, like, so over. Tired. Stale. Unimaginative. Done. The natural world offers so many more exciting possibilities, you see:
Now, mind you, this is all from one phylum. Stepping back into the wider invertebrate kingdom yields even more possibilities. The whole lophotrochozoan group of phyla is replete with even more opportunities for deviance. I mean, come on now, there is an entire phyla called the Ectoprocts (yes, I have friends who are ectoproctologists) meaning exterior anus. These colonial buggers have an anus located right next to their mouth – which doubles as a sexual opening. The possibilities for a double penetration menage a trois are truly astounding. Add to that the fact that these beasties form calcified colonies, with specialized zooids representing all manner of shape and form, and – let’s just say that were our intrepid team of buffed macho bois to come upon the cave of the giant lusty crust, they could both engage, and be engaged in, almost any manner of mischief the author could concoct, with DPs all around!
There’s quite a lot more.
Link provided by a benefactor who wishes to remain anonymous.
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January 5th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
In the 17th century they were a little less blunt, but that’s the basic message of this poem, another gem from “Sportive Wit” by John Phillips:
Against Demur in Marriage
Prithee friend leave off thy fooling,
And at last resolve to do
What Loves pleasures never cooling,
Love and beauty prompt thee to.
Venus cares not for good-will,
But would have thee doing still.
Do but view that maid of mettle,
How the rose smiles on her cheek;
The flower’s defended by the nettle,
And the rose deserves a prick.
Crop it then before it wither:
Youth and Love decay together.
Call thy spirits up, and make her
Great as ever she can hold:
Leave her quite, or quickly take her;
Be thou either hot or cold.
Love and Religion both agree,
Luke-warm’s as bad as he or she.
Delays in drinking spoil good Claret;
Demurs make sick the maidenhead:
Sipping either doth but mar it;
Neither pleaseth, if once dead.
Take her then; no longer dally:
Worse then death is shally, shally.
Courage, man, to it; touch and take her:
Maids by hopes are oft beguiled:
Dallying, big will hardly make her;
Kisses never got a child.
Take her then and leave thy wooing:
Meaning’s not so good as doing.
January 4th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
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January 2nd, 2009 -- by Bacchus
How do we know? Because Facebook says so!
Remember a couple of years ago when LiveJournal crapped all over itself by threatening to suspend people who posted breast-feeding imagery including the dreaded and oh-so-dangerous wild MILF-nipple?
Well, this time it’s Facebook’s turn. The story is all over the internets, but this story sums up the fundamental stupidities. First, Facebook claims that breastfeeding images violate their policy on “obscene, pornographic or sexually-explicit material” — proving only that they don’t know what any of those words mean — and then they try, pretty much in the same breath, to backpedal by explaining that they know nipples aren’t obscene — nipples are of course wonderful! — but the dark skin surrounding the nipple is dangerous to teens, you see:
Facebook said the pictures violate the company’s policy on obscene, pornographic or sexually-explicit material, because of the display of the aureola – the dark skin around the nipple. Reportedly, it had also threatened to terminate accounts of people who do not comply with such policy.
“We agree that breast-feeding is natural and beautiful, and we’re very glad to know that it is so important to some mothers to share this experience with others on Facebook,” said Facebook spokesman Barry Schnitt.
The company insists it is not about obscenity, but more about safety. The policies are to ensure the site remains safe, secure and trusted by its users, who also include teenagers.
Mr Schnitt said only photos which showed the aureola have been removed and others left intact.
I know if I had teens who were big Facebook users, I’d be losing sleep at night worrying about all the aureola-skin they might see on Facebook. Yup, that would be my number one concern about teen safety in connection with a social networking site. Boy howdy.
Memo to Tony Comstock: Did you know that when you turn on Google’s SafeSearch filtering, it filters out most of the internet dictionary pages that will tell you what “aureola” means? Yup, even the dictionaries that limit themselves to art and astronomy and never even mention the medical meaning. Citizen, nipples aren’t safe even when you’re a doctor and want to talk about them in Latin! It’s not even safe to teach people the words!
January 1st, 2009 -- by Bacchus
I was fascinated by this report that the CIA has been winning friends and influencing people in Afghanistan by providing, in select cases, little blue Viagra pills to aging warlords who are struggling to keep up with (I almost wrote “stay on top of”) the Koranic maximum four wives:
The Afghan chieftain looked older than his 60-odd years, and his bearded face bore the creases of a man burdened with duties as tribal patriarch and husband to four younger women. His visitor, a CIA officer, saw an opportunity, and reached into his bag for a small gift.
Four blue pills. Viagra.
“Take one of these. You’ll love it,” the officer said. Compliments of Uncle Sam.
The enticement worked. The officer, who described the encounter, returned four days later to an enthusiastic reception. The grinning chief offered up a bonanza of information about Taliban movements and supply routes — followed by a request for more pills.
What struck me, though, was the evidence that globalisation is not as much of a two-way street as I’d thought. These warlords are neither poor (can you afford four wives?) nor disconnected from the global pharmaceutical economy; indeed, many of them are involved in the production of much of the world’s heroin. India, the source of a great deal of “generic” Viagra (sildenafil citrate in a no-brand tablet), is just two borders away, one of them famously porous. So, why aren’t these many-wived warlords already popping Viagra like it was candy?
If the Washington Post is to be believed, it appears to be due to an information gap, possibly due to age and possibly due to a culture which makes discussing sexual matters tricky:
Two veteran officers familiar with such practices said Viagra was offered rarely, and only to older tribal officials for whom the drug would hold special appeal. While such sexual performance drugs are generally unavailable in the remote areas where the agency’s teams operated, they have been sold in some Kabul street markets since at least 2003 and were known by reputation elsewhere.
“You didn’t hand it out to younger guys, but it could be a silver bullet to make connections to the older ones,” said one retired operative familiar with the drug’s use in Afghanistan. Afghan tribal leaders often had four wives — the maximum number allowed by the Koran — and aging village patriarchs were easily sold on the utility of a pill that could “put them back in an authoritative position,” the official said.
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Not everyone in Afghanistan’s hinterlands had heard of the drug, leading to some awkward encounters when Americans delicately attempted to explain its effects, taking care not to offend their hosts’ religious sensitivities.
Such was the case with the 60-year-old chieftain who received the four pills from a U.S. operative. According to the retired operative who was there, the man was a clan leader in southern Afghanistan who had been wary of Americans — neither supportive nor actively opposed. The man had extensive knowledge of the region and his village controlled key passages through the area. U.S. forces needed his cooperation and worked hard to win it, the retired operative said.
After a long conversation through an interpreter, the retired operator began to probe for ways to win the man’s loyalty. A discussion of the man’s family and many wives provided inspiration. Once it was established that the man was in good health, the pills were offered and accepted.
Four days later, when the Americans returned, the gift had worked its magic, the operative recalled.
“He came up to us beaming,” the official said. “He said, ‘You are a great man.’ ”
“And after that we could do whatever we wanted in his area.”
It almost seems a travesty to call this “soft diplomacy.”
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