Under the I’m-not-making-this-up headline “The Twat Thickens“, advice columnist Sasha finds out and explains the secrets of making art molds of female naughty bits:

Hay begins with a plaster mould. She bought nine aluminum roasting pans, mixed six inches of plaster in them and had her shaven and Vaseline-slathered actresses squat into them. “You know it’s beginning to set when it starts getting hot,” she says. Keep your eye out for bubbles, but if you get some (and you will), soak the hardened plaster in warm water, then plug the holes with wet plaster.

Hay used beeswax to create her vaginas and they are exquisite. Actually, I believe Ellie Rae Hennessey’s is still kicking around Buddies if you want to have a look. Hay began with one layer of peachy-coloured beeswax (tinted with oil paint that comes in sticks), swooshed it around the mould, then after it dried, swooshed a layer of tinted red wax on top of it. This layering process gave the vaginas a life-like quality. “Don’t forget to put a release agent between the cast and the wax,” she says. A thin coat of Pam works just fine. None of the actresses Hay cast complained of any infections or problems afterwards, but do make sure you get all that Vaseline off.

One thing that can’t be stressed enough: make sure you are fully shaven — and that goes for your asshole as well — because prying off plaster or alginate embedded with your pubes hurts like a motherfucker.

Like the man said, the more you know….

OK, OK, so there’s like, a jillion oral sex guides out there on the internet. I fondly recall reading one back when I really needed one, back before there was a World Wide Web, when the best internet resources took the form of huge lovingly-crafted ASCII text files. After a few years of sex blogging, though, the oral sex guides all start to run together and feel the same.

Which is why this one is worth linking to: It’s not so much about technique as it is about etiquette, and it’s written in a fresh and entertaining voice:

Okay, pervs and pervettes. It’s time for Chow Yun Smut to step up and testify on the importance of manners. I don’t care which fork you use at the dinner table, I don’t care if you hold the door open for the ladies, I don’t care about the ongoing debate on who pays for a date. This is all about giving head.

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a primer for technique…. Manners, folks. Etiquette. Because I was recently confronted with a person who has apparently been allowed to be sexually active with more than one person, and yet nobody has taken the time to inform this person of some very basic rules of engagement.

Of course, I didn’t find this first; I found the link over at Fleshbot, where the skilled professional sex bloggers tend to find all the goodies before I do. But hey, Violet Blue did write the book on oral sex (well, two of them, actually) and so if she recommends it, it’s surely worth your time.

Time for another gem from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage:

Similar Sex Blogging:

• Department Of Bottom Inspection
• Two Kneeling Poses
• Britney Spears Circus WHAT?
• Some Nipple Pinches
• Simple (Bondage) Pleasures
• Two Jessicas

Via anonymous email, we have this folk art rendering of a woman having a spot of masturbation fun with an aerosol cologne container:

I’ve been an on-again off-again fan of Nerve.com for what feels like forever. Certainly, it’s been for long enough that I can still remember when they started putting their best photography behind a paywall, back when that was still a novel and extremely unwelcome innovation among online magazine sites. For awhile I maintained a silent one-man boycott; my attitude was then, and largely remains, that there’s more free media on the web than I can consume before I die, so why pay for any? And why reward online content producers with my eyeballs, if they aren’t smart enough to understand that their target demographic is already flooded with quality free media?

Ah, well, but there’s quality and then there’s quality. Much of Nerve’s content has always been both free and of unusually high quality, so gradually and sporadically I’ve drifted back. For the first year of Erosblog’s existence, I even kept a link to Nerve somewhere among my lists of links to quality non-blog sex sites. I purged it, somewhen, for reasons I don’t fully remember. Most likely, it was because I hate to provide free traffic to moneymaking operations that won’t send me either money or traffic in return; and until recently, Nerve didn’t link out to anybody in the blogging community.

Suddenly, however, I see that’s changed. I noticed in my referrals that they are now operating a blog called Breaking News, subtitled “No weather. No traffic. Just sex.” And, although like many corporate bloggers they don’t quite fully get this blogging thing (what’s with only showing seven entries on the main page, when the default page height would support five times as many and is now four-fifths blank?), the sex news entries are entertaining and (importantly) they’ve linked to Eros Blog under a “Nerve Recommends” header. Thanks, and welcome back to the blogroll!

Here’s one of sixteen oh-so-tasteful sex photos from a 1976 book called “Be Your Own Sex Therapist”:

From Making Love In 1976 at The Nonist.

I suppose this image could be used to support a tendentious joke about managed health care. But I prefer to look at it as a cross-gender gesture of helpfulness and support:

Fellows, remember the immortal words of Red Green: “If the women don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy!”