Mistress Matisse has written an excellent short essay on why prostitution is not inherently wrong. It’s hard to argue with her points on women’s ownership of their own bodies, and it’s puzzling to me that self-described feminists, who are all about body self-ownership when it comes to the reproductive side of sex, can’t understand the same point when it’s applied to sex for money-and-pleasure.

My favorite paragraph:

That, to me, is the part of being a sex worker that’s most apt to be damaging: the pressure, the name-calling, the marginalization and isolation she may encounter. If she internalizes those beliefs – and for many women it’s hard not to – she will start to hate herself, and with self-hatred comes a host of other self-destructive behaviors. But I think it’s not the sex with men that’s damaging these women, it’s being told they’re bad, dirty sluts. And I think it’s unfortunate when the people calling them that think of themselves as feminists. That’s not any brand of feminism I want to be a part of.

And just for the record, I would pay good money to be there watching in person while someone tells Mistress Matisse to her face that she’s a bad, dirty slut.

If you can stop laughing long enough, these pictures of blow-up dolls in bondage may make you wonder whether the folks at Slave Sluts have enough to occupy their time:

I hope this doesn’t mean there’s a looming shortage of real live “slave sluts”!

Thanks to Bondage Blog for the link.

One for your car, as Aphrodite pointed out, and another pair for around your neck.

I give you Ballsies.

(Thanks to Ray in Austin for that find)

If you’ve got the balls, does your car or truck have them? I don’t mean ball joints, I mean balls, like these brass balls:

This is just too funny! If you’re a married guy, your brass ball days are probably over…..maybe you have blue balls instead (we hope not!):

If you’re somewhere in between brass balls and blue balls, other choices are available….all from Bumper Nuts. Hey, if you’ve got ’em, why not show ’em off?! :laugh:

I suppose I shouldn’t say that seeing them in these pictures, with the nail through the top, makes me think of R….and laugh. Have a fun weekend everybody, and thanks! :)

It’s good to know that I wasn’t going crazy with R, but it’s still scary that I came so close to doing something totally stupid because of teenage lust.

I’m doing a little better, I even looked for some good cock shots, but didn’t find much yet. I did find some penises I’d like to suck….but the web site says no unapproved use of their pictures. :( Use your imagination until you get to the site to see these candy penises and penis macaronis. I don’t know if I’d like the Dicklick’s gum or the Lollicocks better….but then I found the page of chocolate penises! For those of you more interested in the female form, you can choose from stuff like titaroni, pussy pops, and boob cookies. Yum!

When I was in college, I saw a lot of “coed naked rugby” shirts, but so far as I know, that’s not how the rugby club actually played their games. However, this picture from Usenet shows that in New Zealand, things are different. According to the accompanying scanned newspaper clip, the game took place on Middle Beach somewhere in NZ and included at least one woman. New Zealand trounced England 15-0 in front of more than 200 spectators:

An alert reader reminded me that there’s another Cupid-getting-spanked illustration in this post on (where else?) Spanking Blog. Thanks!