I’ve repeatedly railed against porn sites that are all “slut” this, “cunt” that, and “whores and bitches” over there. In my experience, guys who talk like that aren’t getting any, and no wonder! I doubt it’s any different for guys who enjoy their porn labelled in that ugly fashion.

So imagine my delight in discovering a pornographer who “gets it”. Donovan Phillips writes (in his blog Donny’s Ramblings: Diary of a Pornographer):

I fucking hate going to websites that use words like whores and sluts. There’s nothing at all wrong with a woman showing her sexuality. The way our society encourages women to repress the evidence of their sex drive really bothers me. Men are encouraged to boast about their strong libido, but a woman with a strong sex drive who agressively goes for what she wants is labeled with one of those words I so hate.

And you know what else? There’s nothing at all wrong with a man being aroused by a woman showing her sexuality, even to the point of masturbation. Why do I mention this? Because I’m sure that you, like me, may have a background influenced by religious individuals that tell you anything pleasant in life is a sin of some sort. Masturbation’s a sin, ya know. Fuck them.

Preach it, Brother Donny!

I’ve always enjoyed those old pulp covers showing nude ladies whose modesty is protected by strategically-placed strands of hair. This one comes from a wonderful pulp covers blog called The Planet of Sardines:

Perhaps in some far future, there will be nanobot-laden hair products that can achieve this effect deliberately? Don’t tell me women (and a great many men, for that matter) wouldn’t pay handsomely for nanotech that keeps each and every hair on their heads exactly where it’s programmed to be.

Thanks to Bondage Blog for the link.

Remember the sex melon? Apparently melon sex is not just for guys any more:

I should think, however, that she’ll need some lube on that thing if she hopes to make any progress.

I can’t stop posting these old vintage sex photos. Every time I look at alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage (“Just for a moment” is what I always tell myself) I find something I have to share, like this:

Although this picture makes me wonder. If you were the man in this picture, would you really prefer that the “extra” woman hold your leg up in the air? Surely there are more erotic services she could be performing at that moment.

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• Sex For Dinner
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• Vintage Blowjob Redux
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It takes only the most minimal exposure to Japanese porn to understand that the Japanese sexual culture is very unusual to non-Japanese eyes. You may not understand much else, but you’ll understand that much very quickly.

Other little hints present themselves from time to time. Example: Japanese Kids Are Perverted. Excerpt:

Let me introduce you to a game Japanese kids like to play called “Kancho.”

Actually, it’s not so much a “game” as it is kids clasping their hands together, sticking out their first fingers, and shoving them up your butt. I’m really not joking.

You know, before we come to Japan, they tell us a lot of ultimately useless stuff. What kind of computer to bring, if our DVD’s will work, clothing sizes, that kind of nonsense. Nowhere, and I mean nowhere, in the 3-4 months of orientations did anyone ever mention that at some point, a Japanese kid may try to stick their fingers up our butt. That’s something I would have liked to know, personally.

It’s called Kancho, and just about any kid can be a Kancho Assassin. Even the sweetest little girl may be prone to jam her fingers up your ass the second you turn around. This happened to one of my friends, which just goes to show – don’t trust anyone. I’d say the little girls are the most dangerous cause they have natural ways of lowering your defenses.

I’m still not fully functional on my new computer, but that’s not why I’m not posting here more regularly. Monday afternoon I got a call from R (remember R and me?) that’s knocked me sideways. So instead of visiting fun sites I’m hanging around Love is a Cunt. Even this gorgeous photo, sent to me by a wonderful friend, makes me think more of sadness and pain than beauty and wonder:

This compressed, smaller version doesn’t do justice to the unmanipulated image that was a Photo.Net Photograph of the Week.

I’ll be back when I have something more fitting to offer.

Here’s the end of a funny tale from a couple of club bouncers who catch someone having fun beside the parking garage:

Sure enough, our friend Anthony had been caught midstroke, rubbing one out behind the wheel of his friend’s car while waiting for the rest of his group to come out of the club.

“Holy Christ is this guy a fucking idiot,” I said, rapping on the window with my flashlight. “Hey! You okay in there, dude?”

Without missing a ‘beat,’ Anthony, his eyes remaining closed and his right hand still hard at work, gave me the thumbs-up with his left.

“Guess so.”