Drawing from Sliptongue Magazine.

Barely slipping in under the wire for Valentine’s Day, Sunni of Sunni and the Conspirators has just published a wide-ranging interview of me at Sunni’s Salon. She calls it:

[A]n appropriate Valentine’s Day interview with Bacchus, the man behind the popular sexblog ErosBlog. Our conversation wanders through sex, blogging, and government interference with sexual pleasures, of course; but we also discuss the myths and realities of sex blogging and making money online, and more.

You’ll also learn why I think politics and sex blogging don’t mix, and why jobs are bad, m’kay?

So I got a link exchange request from a porn blog. I get these every day. They are usually boring.

Usually.

So, I look at the porn blog du jour. Right at the top of the page there’s a large picture of a Japanese woman having her pubic hair burned off with a cigarette lighter.

She didn’t look happy about it.

You know that thing Dilbert used to do, where he’d raise his eyebrows so high they’d leave his head? I could feel my eyebrows trying to do that.

I think I sprained my scalp.

Er, pass.

Hey, I mean that literally! Just lookie here:

Wombat over at Kiss & Blog used the picture in a post griping about how smarmy car salesman can be to us girls still. I totally stole it just so I could use that subject line and song, because that’s my favorite Led Zep song of all time.

Someday I might use that subject and mean my headlights…..maybe for a Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Given that so many spanking illustrations feature punishment of one sort or another, it’s refreshing to find a piece of vintage spanking art (via Spanking Blog) that appears to be all about pleasure. Here we have two ladies, a tropical bird tapestry, a lot of pillows, and a whippy cane:

Any woman who’s ever complained of tongues flagging prematurely will sure appreciate this novel approach to maintaining proper levels of oral enthusiasm.

Susie Bright has posted an interview with author Sera Gamble that touches on why Real Dolls are creepy:

As for grown women with doll collections – while I didn’t look at them and think, “This woman is perverse,” I do have a reaction. I look at the dolls and wonder why this woman is collecting legions of fake babies. In the end, my response is a visceral one. Dolls are creepy because they so closely resemble real children — pretty, well-dressed, frozen children. Those “Real Dolls” creep me out because they look a little too much like a real woman. Specifically, a staring, motionless, dead woman.

I used to be in a kickboxing class that used a plastic dummy that looked like a man. We would practice aiming kicks at various body parts. Punching a dummy feels different than punching a bag. There’s a strange feeling that you’re almost doing something wrong. Like you’re beating someone up who has to just stand there defenseless. Like you’re doing violence with no accountability. Then came the day when someone put a clown wig and lipstick on the dummy. Now we were humiliating him, too! It was funny, but I felt like underneath, we were indulging some ever-so-slightly dark impulses. God only knows what we would have done to him if he was anatomically correct.

Here’s a great page of scanned covers from vintage Japanese nudie magazines. Nothing explicit, but it’s still fun to see: