In which the heroine of Pillowbook utterly demolishes the serenity of a stuffy “naturist” camp with straight talk, direct action, and showering without a towel. An example of the straight talk:

The second thing I realised was that I had that familiar wet feeling between my thighs.

Well, all right, no point being bashful: not between my thighs, exactly, but between my cunt lips, and slick down my perineum to my arse.

Here are a couple of photographs of a life-sized statue of Britney Spears giving birth. Questionable taste? Who cares, it’s Britney Spears naked!

Of course all art is political and this statue is assuredly no exception. For the backstory and the blah blah blah and the link credits and the source website with the popups, go see the story on Boing Boing.

See also: Britney Spears Pregnant: The Rear View

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• Britney Spears Circus WHAT?
• Kinky Tabloid Stories About Britney Spears
• The Britney Spears Pregnant Rear View

Steph broke out the manifesto pen the other day, and I like the results:

I have sex as often as I’m able, within the constraints of my own sense of morality. I’ve given blow jobs. I’ve taken it backwards and forwards. I’ve used birth control of more than one variety. I’ve had sex in public places. I own sex toys. I’ve watched porn. I’ve tried to become better and better at sex every time I have it. I own bondage gear.

And I am not yet on a first-name basis with Satan. Shocking, I know, but true. I, in fact, (gasp) have gone to church in the last six months. I donate to charity. I do not have a criminal record. I do housework. I pay my taxes — honestly. I don’t lie on my resume. I call my parents regularly. I’m always punctual. I’m a model employee. I treat people with respect. I ride a cute scooter and obey the laws of the road.

Nonetheless, right now, I’d like to get fucked silly and sideways, and if that makes me amoral, then sign me up, baby.

So, there was this girlfriend once. I took her tent camping to a spectacular place in a fairly cool climate, and I made sure we had two new sleeping bags that zipped together into one big one. My first hint that the relationship was in trouble was when she refused to let me zip them together. It was all downhill from there.

Somehow, I don’t think it’s going to be cool (metaphorically or otherwise) in this tent tonight:

Picture is from Usenet.

Similar Sex Blogging:

• Zipped-Together Sleeping Bags, Demonstrated
• She Balked At The Zipping
• A Grand Day Out
• Teenagers and Sex on the Beach
• Have That One Bathed And Sent To My Tent

It amazes me how people can put slogans on pictures and end up with the weirdest combinations. But they post them on the web and think it’s all good! I got a big laugh when I saw this picture, which I cropped before posting here:

I wonder what items she keeps in there….

A long time ago I ranted against the blog tradition of labeling adult links as “not safe for work”:

I hate the way people refer to ErosBlog as not work safe. It’s a pet peeve. See, the deal is, ErosBlog is safe for work, although perhaps not conducive to getting any done. If it’s not safe for you to view ErosBlog where you work, it’s your work that’s not safe for ErosBlog. Just because some of my readers live in the United States and choose to work in environments where they are treated like horny fifth-graders and assumed to be unable to make responsible choices about viewing and displaying sexual material, there’s no reason to call the blog unsafe, especially when other readers and potential readers live or work in less repressive societies (or environments, such as their own office or home) where the blog is perfectly safe. Folks, if your work isn’t safe for ErosBlog, consider getting some different work! And if you can’t do that (and I know a lot of folks feel stuck in their lives) at least don’t assume that everyone else in the world is in the same boat.

Fast forward to today, when security expert Bruce Schneier posted a blog entry about the novelty nude Euro bills being passed as real money:

The very first comment in response to his post was a stiff complaint about the link he posted:

Bruce, next time, it would be an idea to indicate the link might not be safe for work. Some of us might have some explaining to do if looking at those images.

I really liked Bruce’s incredulous response:

You have got to be kidding. Where in the world do you work?

The sentiments from my long-ago rant were echoed by a different commenter:

I think if you could get into trouble by just reading the article linked by Bruce, then you really have a harsh working environment. What about a change of work?

Sadly, several other folks chimed in to support the complainer. It’s not just one person who wants their links pre-vetted to include warnings against newsworthy boobie artwork, it’s lots of people. The job culture, I swear it’s a menace.

A fine old publicity still featuring Barbara Eden:

You gotta admit it, she really knows how to assume the position!