Sun-Worshipping Sisters
These delightful naturist siblings on seaside holiday are said to be Alma and Wilma Sutherland from New Zealand, as seen in the June 1970 issue of the Italian magazine Fiesta:
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September 9th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Sun-Worshipping SistersThese delightful naturist siblings on seaside holiday are said to be Alma and Wilma Sutherland from New Zealand, as seen in the June 1970 issue of the Italian magazine Fiesta: Similar Sex Blogging: September 7th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Popsicles, NoDespite what the calendar says about autumn, it’s still high summer where I am, with an oppressive heat forecast for a few more days yet. So this is where I share with you that the British media, apparently, likes to have fun by warning people, vigorously and repeatedly, not to fuck themselves with frozen treats (popsicles in the USA, “ice lollies” in the British Isles, apparently.) So of course, The Girl On The Net had to go there and do that, for science, despite all the many good reasons not to, which she enumerates in her post Why can’t I put an ice lolly in my vagina? Spoiler: She can, she did, it wasn’t fun:
Now you know. But do you know what all this reminds me of? “Don’t put beans up your nose.” What? Why would you put beans up your nose? A very good question! This is a tale my father told me. When he was a toddler, his grandmother (my great-grandmother) would regularly admonish the small children in her care “don’t put beans up your nose” if she was about to leave them unsupervised for a moment, for example by going out to the chicken coop to collect eggs. He told me that he’d never thought to put beans up his nose before that, but being regularly told not to made him want to try it. Later, when he was an older child, he finally asked her what it was all about, and she explained that if a small child puts dried beans up anybody’s nose, they may lodge in the sinuses, swell, and sprout or rot, any of which outcomes will cause great distress and harm. “But Grandma”, he asked her, “does this really happen?” And she assured him it was a real problem that all mothers in her day were warned to avoid. Truth? Or a literal “old wives tale” that circulated in the late 1800s as the viral parenting panic of its day? Dad never knew. Viral panics are a form of folklore. It seems to me that the sensationalist British press and my great-grandmother were and are participants in the same venerable folkloric tradition. Similar Sex Blogging: September 6th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Pornocalypse Comes For Kink EducationSpeaking honestly, I’ve sort of let my #pornocalypse coverage lapse recently. Not much has changed in years; corporate social media keeps tightening the noose, formerly adult-friendly places become less so. On the one hand we still have the old-fashioned open web, with the freedom to publish on adult topics but without much access to traffic or to the financial system. The freedom to sleep under a bridge, right?
On the other hand, we have the infamous five websites, which is where all the people are, and from which they mostly will not migrate nor follow any links.
Adult material and links are mostly not welcome there, on the five websites, except to the extent that that this material is disguised from the machine censors by cutesy emojis and twee circumlocutions. If you’re a “spicy accountant” or a “mattress actress”, a lover of “quink” or a “corn” aficionado, a fan of big eggplants or women whose peach icons sometimes spray cartoon raindrops, corporate social media is very much for you.
So yeah, I’ve grown tired of the #pornocalypse beat, and I’ve let lots and lots of pornocalyptic stories glide by without any of my commentary. But yesterday, Pandora / Blake (perhaps best known to ErosBlog readers as the director and publisher of Dreams Of Spanking), published an open Patreon post discussing their frustration at the recent deletion of their kink education channel on YouTube. Blake’s treatment exemplifies the recent trend in #pornocalypse behavior by the major social media platforms that I first wrote about back in May:
It used to be common for porn-hostile platforms to tolerate porn-adjacent people, sex educations, and even sex workers, as long as the platform’s specific TOS against adult material were complied with. For many people, this was workable; they’d ride the ragged edge of the TOS for months or a few years, getting specific posts banned and enduring shadow bans, until eventually (and with great pain) they’d lose an account after too many strikes and have to start all over again. You could make a living that way, if you didn’t tire. But, over time, I started noticing that specific TOS compliance stopped mattering. All over porn-hostile social media, people started losing accounts not for any specific violations, but simply because of who they were. If their public identity was too identified with adult topics, they would be banned without warning or appeal, never knowing which posts gave institutional offense. Thus, Blake’s experience:
My speculation is that the answer is “neither”. Rather, I suspect that one or more videos generated enough algorithmic red flags to fall under human eyes, and the human in question applied the new-ish unofficial #pornocalypse policy that’s been spreading so rapidly throughout corporate social media: “If the entity who posted this is any kind of pornographer or sex worker, nuke their whole stinkyporny channel and get them off the platform. Fuck the terms of service! Those words only mean what we pay them to mean, no more and no less.”
For me, the event that dropped the final scale from my eyes was when PornHub got banned from Instagram. If it ever made sense to go dancing with the social media devil while accepting your periodic lumps from the censorship algorithms, it no longer does, in my opinion. PornHub has a whole professional social media team, complete with content creators, editors, and as much legal support as they need. You can guarantee that they posted nothing that contravened Instagram’s TOS, not by the least jot or tittle. Did it matter? No. Throw them into the pit! You and I? We’re not going to fare any better. I don’t have any solutions to offer, and anyway Blake explicitly isn’t asking for any. So I’ll leave you with Blake’s powerful summary of the state of the #Pornocalypse in 2023:
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September 5th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Harley’s Date Night With BatmanSeptember 4th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Clicky The LinkyI’ve known for years that people very often don’t click on or follow my links. I mean, some do, but by the stats, it’s a tiny minority. Which means some of you may not know that links on ErosBlog sometimes lead to Easter egg bonus content. Little prizes that are not heralded by the anchor texts. Extra images, bigger images, images with more detail or context. You just never know unless you click. As they used to say a long time ago: Verbum sapienti sat est. September 3rd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Chase Not The Grippy BoxI have long been on record as having absorbed and taken to my heart the GenX dating wisdom for men: “Never stick your dick in crazy.” But the kids these days (the ones on TikTok who joke about mental health incarceration by calling it a “grippy socks vacation”) seem to have a very different view, as evidenced by the motto “Grippy socks, grippy box.” I don’t know if that perspective leads to wise action or not, but it’s catchy as hell, so I made it into a meme:
Image credit: The padded room sex photo image source for the meme is from this 2016 Kink University video lesson on straitjackets for bondage and sex. Similar Sex Blogging: September 2nd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Jizz Addicts, Unite!I can see what they were going for on this logo, but IMO it just doesn’t work:
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