July 1st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I’m on record as thinking that colorblindness, even willful colorblindness, is a good thing, and as being baffled by people who want to sort their porn by the race of the performers. So you can imagine my distaste upon seeing Audacia Ray — a smart political sort with whom I’m often in agreement on matters of porn — characterize my commitment to colorblindness as a sort of liberal ignorance.
Hint: It’s not “ignorance” to reject racial classifications as a basis for your worldview, and it’s certainly not liberal in a world where affirmative action is an icon of liberal political correctness. If you can’t see a person without having a racial classification for them pop into your head, you’re part of the problem. Worse yet, every time anybody slaps racial tags or identifiers on anybody else, this whole sordid business of “race” is reinforced and strengthened. I don’t refuse to participate in that out of ignorance, I refuse to participate in it because I’m adamantly convinced it’s a bad business.
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July 1st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Hey, folks, if you like to read Susie Bright’s blog (and why wouldn’t you?) you’ll know she publishes interviews with various people (mostly writers) from time to time. I’m proud to say (since I’ve been a big fan of Susie’s for a long time) that she recently interviewed me, and put the interview up today:
The Buccaneer of Bacchanalia
Highlights include how I choose which dirty pictures to publish, a bit of the politics I don’t usually mention here, my youthful sexual influences, and why porn sites on the internet are better than they used to be.
June 29th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I was cleaning out some old files the other day and stumbled over this gem. It’s a classic example of how Hogtied exploded onto the internet bondage erotica scene, and established a quality lead that’s rarely if ever been challenged. Simplicity itself: A beautiful women (look at her lovely hair, mmmm) in strict-but-not-complex bondage, holding her in a sexually available pose. What’s not to like?
See also: very flexible hogtied beauty.
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June 28th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I took a chemistry class once. But my teacher didn’t look like this:
She didn’t act like that, either.
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June 24th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a funny gallery of erotic Indian art with snide commentary. My favorite is this image of a lady with her hookah, nozzle not being sucked in the usual way:
Commentary:
The Wrong Hole: we all like a post-coital cigarette but this is just ridiculous. Or maybe I have it all wrong and that’s actually some kind of ancient anti-pregnancy felching machine? Well, whatever it is, she seems to like it. I just feel bad for the poor bastard who goes and smokes that thing next. Or do I envy him? Shit, I’m turning myself on.
Thanks to Sexoteric for the link.
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June 22nd, 2006 -- by Aphrodite
Aphrodite blogs:
Maybe I was a pervy kid, because stuff like this sure would have got my attention when I was supposed to be learning my letters and numbers. Instead I was kissing boys!
The sunburst at the meeting of the pelvises would have been pretty back then…..now I know what it means. How I love that feeling!
The full alphabet and other beautiful art are available beginning at this first page of an Erte gallery. The thumbnails are fun teases!
June 22nd, 2006 -- by Bacchus
The last time the subject of female ejaculation came up on this blog, I had to take firm measures with the delete button to prevent the comments from deteriorating into what I called “sexual ignorance and doubt”. So I’m delighted to present Susie Bright’s findings, from when she was asked by AVN to provide her expert opinion:
Holy Hellcat! Yes, this is real. It is also extraordinary. These women are on a mission, and they keep themselves pumped up, pulsating their clits and masturbating with “no fake about it” intensity, coming again and again and again and again. And again.
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Their clits are so engorged that their whole pelvic area swells up with definition. The room is soaked. They roar like lions and shoot like geysers. Camille Paglia with her “arc of transcendence” notion about male pissing contests really needs to see this.
There’s much, much more.
