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November 15th, 2007 -- by Bacchus

Fun With Fangirls

Here are 44 Fangirls In 88 Lines. I’ll quote you eight of the lines, for flavor:

Colleen was from a comic book
Her spandex bursting at the seams
Belinda dressed up all in brass
Fulfilled my Princess Leia dreams

…

Quinn read manga night and day
She had me turning Japanese
Joanna played a slave of Gor
She had the cuffs, I had the keys

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November 15th, 2007 -- by Bacchus

For The Love Of Women

In The Furious Passions Of Norman Mailer at 10 Zen Monkeys, we find this anecdote from the lengthy feud between Mailer and Gore Vidal:

1974 found [Norman Mailer] sending this letter to Women’s Wear Daily.

“It has come to my attention that Gore Vidal has been speaking in your pages of my hatred of women. Let me present the following items.

Number of times married: Mailer 5, Vidal 0
Number of children: Mailer 7, Vidal 0
Number of daughters: Mailer 5, Vidal 0

These statistics of course prove nothing unless it is to suggest that the reason Vidal may have married no lady and fathered no child is due perhaps to his love of women and his reluctance therefore to injure their tender flesh with his sharp tongue.”

 
November 12th, 2007 -- by Bacchus

Technology Improves Your Life: The Cutaway Straitjacket

I admit it, it’s a fool’s errand trying to understand fetishes not your own. Too often it’s a hard-wiring issue: a fetish is a fetish and that’s that, no explanation possible or required.

That said, some fetishes are more mysterious to me than others. Take, for instance, the humble straight jacket:

canvas strait-jacket with a pretty girl writhing in it

Outside the world inhabited by violent inmates, the point of this garment sort of eludes me. Sure, it’s a bondage thing, a helplessness and (unless you’re Harry Houdini) hard-to-escape kink. But, sexual-fetish-wise, what’s the point of getting somebody all tied up if, once you’ve done it, you can’t hardly get at them?

And that’s where the implacable march of technology comes in. The world’s more intrepid sexual adventurers have invented what they are calling The Bolero Straitjacket:

sexy straitjacket

Sez the catalog copy:

Sexy. Sensuous. Functional. What more could you ask for in a straitjacket? How about stylish, innovative and chic?

The Bolero Straitjacket is all of these and more in a cropped strait jacket made of high quality, light and medium weight garment leather, latigo belting and nickel-plated hardware.

Like a traditional straitjacket, it has a buckling collar and back closures in addition to the extra long glove-like sleeves that extend beyond the fingertips. The sleeves end with a small rectangular ring on one and a strap on the other.

The features that make it unique are its cropped length and the vertically and horizontally adjustable chest strap which leave nearly the entire chest and back exposed. The proper positioning assured by the cropped feature and the adjustable chest strap makes the traditional crotch strap unnecessary without sacrificing functionality as a restraint.

And just like that, boom! Problem solved. Erotic bondage will never be the same. Available in no less than four sizes for your binding pleasure.

(Sultry brunette not included.)

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November 10th, 2007 -- by Bacchus

Beach Hookup

Casual acquaintance, beach style:

looking down his pants

“Hey guy, what you got in there for me?”

 
November 8th, 2007 -- by Aphrodite

An Apology For All The Horny Teenage Guys I Dissed

Aphrodite blogs:

Awhile ago I had a birthday, one of those “milestone” birthdays that everybody likes to make a big deal out of. Everybody was telling me that my ovaries would start twitching and I’d get baby fever. I’ve never wanted a baby so I think my biological clock is broken…..that didn’t change but I have noticed something different. I’ve started obsessing about sex and fantasizing about it, like, constantly. Any guy that’s halfway good looking that I see, I wonder about his wood. When I see a really hot guy I think, “I’d ride that.” I have wet dreams (are girls allowed to call their orgasm causing dreams wet dreams?) at least once a week.

When I was younger the horndogs made me mad. All they talked about were tits and ass, and trying to score. It seemed like all they thought about was sex. I didn’t understand that and I didn’t like it that they looked at me like I was only good for sex.

Well, now I understand. And around the big mouthfull of crow I’m chewing on, I want to say I’m sorry to all those guys.
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November 8th, 2007 -- by Bacchus

Hillary And Her Friend “Nipples”

I can’t quite say why, but I guffawed aloud (for you kids: that’s how folks used to say “LOL” before we had internets) when I saw this picture of Hillary Clinton standing next to a delightful and happy young lady:

hillary clinton standing next to nipples

I think it’s the look of manic excitement on Hillary’s face that got me, actually.

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November 7th, 2007 -- by Bacchus

Drop Your Pants

This sign (from Bad Signs) gives the phrase “getting taken to the cleaners” a whole new meaning:

how to get service

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