There’s something fascinating about watching an articulate fetishist of ordinary objects describe his (or her .. but it’s usually “his”) fetish. When the fetish is common enough to be deliberately recognized, acknowledged, and sexualized in mainstream media or porn (as with leather, rubber, shoes, pantyhose, and the like) the effect is lessened by our own recognition of the fetish; we can see a pretty lady rubbing a foot against her nylons and go “Mmm, a two-fer” even if we aren’t foot or nylons fetishists our own selves. But when the fetish is more uncommon (balloons, casts), there’s less sexual “noise” when the non-fetishist witnesses the fetishist in action. For me, at least, it offers insight into what fetish is and how it works.

But wait, I hear you saying. Did I say “casts”?

Indeed I did. Confessions of a Cast Fetishist [link broken and removed] is just what it sounds like; or, as the author of the blog puts it, “a description and continuing exploration of my erotic and aesthetic obsessions with leg casts, female feet — especially toes — and footwear.” No, really:

[The film] does happen to feature one rather important detail: a significant female character with a leg in a plaster cast. This might not necessarily be of great import to the vast majority of the movie-consuming public but, to the connoisseur fetishist, leg casts are not altogether common in cinema history, and so any one that may occur is something to be savoured. And, should the person sporting the leg cast happen to be quite as attractive as Famke Janssen, as is this particular instance, well, now we’re talking. Anyway, as a result, I’ve recently invested in a copy of the DVD of the film, to enjoy, again and again, the relevant scenes at my leisure, as it were.

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I love to see a plaster cast being customized like that, in such a typical way — it’s what people do when they see a cast, and why not, who could blame them? I know that were I actually to be in that scene, I’d be snatching her crayons and pens from the kid and elbowing her out of the way in order to have my turn, and how I’d hog that plaster cast to my heart’s content, decorating it in my own special way, adding my very own personal dedications and hymns to its wonder and beauty. I should add that Famke spends a sizable part of the film wearing a skimpy, tight little vest top that is also hardly unbecoming to her charms. Here’s another little peek. How lovely it would be to keep her “entertained” under the circumstances.

I found this swashbuckling lovely in the promo material for the movie Pirates.

I’ve been hearing some talk about it for some time, now after reading the reviews and watching the trailer I really want to order this one. It looks to have plenty of swashbuckling fun and I’m pretty sure I can talk Bacchus into it. After all, why wouldn’t he enjoy seeing some of lovely lady pirates having a good time?

Also, it’s just in time for Halloween! I wonder if it’d help the experience if I wore a cutesy pirate wench outfit? Ahoy, matey!

Well, or at least not so bad. That’s The Agitator’s take [title: Why Porn Is Good for America (Or, at Least, No So Bad)]on the way the porn explosion is affecting the United States:

But if you look at demographic and crime data since the rise of the Internet — when most people could for the first time access pornography at any time, from any place, completely anonymously — there’s little evidence at all that it’s having any widespread negative effects in any of the areas people like Bozell and Shapiro worry about. In fact, trends in just about every concievable area are moving in directions you’d think Bozell and Shapiro would favor, desptie the widespread availability or pornography. Hell, given that most of the bad stuff seemed to peak just as the Internet took off before trending downward, you could arguably make the case that porn is helping matters a bit, by giving the sexually frustrated a harmless outlet to relieve sexual tension (how’s that for a euphamism?)

I tried to think of all the areas in which someone like Bozell might conclude pornography is having negative effects, and looked to see what the trends in those areas have looked like since the early-to-mid 1990s, the onset of the Internet age. Perhaps I’ve overlooked something, but my guess is that just about any other category you could come up with would point in the same direction: Things are getting better, not worse. Despite Janet Jackson, Internet porn, and Desperate Housewives.

Thanks to Daze for the link.

There’s a spanking limerick contest (with prizes!) going on at The Spanking Den. As if spanking limericks weren’t enough draw, one entrant (Invidia from The Collar Purple) has accomplished the rare poetic feat of rhyming “mirror”:

There once was a brat who took pride

In her reddened and well-striped backside.

Her Dom thought her queerer

When she ran to the mirror

To examine the swats he’d applied.

As a followup to the popular Ass Fuck Conspiracy post, let me share some prefatory material from a brief male-written anal sex guide I just stumbled across:

Alright, so you’ve finally worked up the nerve to ask the question to the woman you’re seeing. Would she like to have anal sex? She looks at you with a grim look on her face and flatly says “No way.” Foolishly you ask her why, thinking that somehow you’ll be able to convince her otherwise. “I tried it once before with another guy. It just hurt too much. I never want to do that again.”

That’s the guy I hate. The guy who ruins anal sex for women for the rest of their lives because they have no clue what they’re doing.

Because he can:

From BJ’s Land.

Via Mistress Matisse, this story of undercover vice cops who got handjobs and “anal touching” at a massage parlor before arresting the ladies who provided their services:

On April 27, an officer entered the shop and paid $60 for and received a full “body shampoo,” which included genital and anal touching. The officer returned two other times for massages that also included masturbation — one session with two prostitutes — and again paid for the service.

A second officer also received a massage and was masturbated, according to charging papers.

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[Lynnwood police Cmdr. Paul] Watkins says the tactics used during the investigation did not violate department policies.

“We have a very ethical police department,” he said. “This does not violate the ethical standards of our department.”

Police ethics, which you already knew if you ever watched a cop park his cruiser or speed through a crosswalk: “The laws are for you to follow, and do not apply to us. We are above the law.” Got it.