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The Sex Blog Of Record
April 28th, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
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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.
April 26th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
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.”
April 26th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Today I needed to take a long ride on a city bus to retrieve my vehicle from my mechanics. When the bus stopped in front of the local high school just after 8:00 AM, it quickly became clear that scholastics were not a priority on this sunny spring morning, as a horde of teen girls got aboard talking animatedly about their planned day at the mall.
The bus being crowded, we were all pressed in pretty close. The following conversation and events took place about eighteen inches in front of my face:
Girl #1: “Do you want a drink?” (offers 20 ounce Coke bottle)
Girl #2: “Sure!” (takes bottle, opens, stuffs it deep in her mouth so her lips are on the shoulders of the bottle, and begins swigging long and hard, glug glug glug glug.)
Girl #1: “Geeze, Fellatia, don’t get so excited, it’s only a rum and coke!”
Normally I’m unmoved by what passes for witty teen sarcasm, but I thought “Fellatia” was funny.
April 25th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Here’s an old painting of an even older sort of transaction:
The image comes from here, with the breathless caption: “A 19th century painting crudely depicts the power of wealth and dominion.” Me, I see more dominion in that outstretched palm than I do in the guy with his pecker out.
2013 Update: fixed the broken link and upsized the tiny art that was here.
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April 25th, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
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Okay, I read through the article explaining the inspiration behind this artwork several times, and I still don’t get it….but the images are nice!
This is a palette for a baby grand (and baby, ain’t it grand! :laugh: ) penis piano, a work in progress by Cynthia Karella. It sounds like it’s supposed to address fear of the penis:
Why do we find such a lack of aesthetic qualities of the penis? The penis’s refusal to submit to conventions of uniformity, this is why a climate of fear surrounds it. Karalla attempts to dissipate the fear we have which is not innate, but one that has been manufactured and put into us, a system of control.
:confused: Penis fear? [Paging Dr. Freud….paging Dr. Freud….] A lack of aesthetic qualities? Doesn’t sound like any of our friends. But, the article is apparently translated from Italian, so it might not be too accurate. From the Baby Grand Piano page, where you can also find more smallish but interesting penis photos.
April 23rd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
OK, you knew the sex life of the Moonies had to be a bit eccentric, what with the mass arranged marriages in the stadiums and all. But I had no idea just how eccentric until I read this article from Nerve (link via Spanking Blog, because — I am not making this up — there’s a wedding spanking ritual). There’s an actual handbook for consummating the marriage (years after the wedding) and it’s got some very odd elements:
Two years after our wedding, I gathered our checklist of items for the Three Day Ceremony, the consummation of our marriage:
1) Two Holy Handkerchiefs. These were to wash our bodies prior to intimacy, then to collect the fluids produced by our final union in the ceremony; they were to be kept “eternally.” [Ewww! -ed.]
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I pulled the pamphlet of instructions out of my bag. We showered separately, never having seen each other naked. After he emerged, I took my turn in the steamy bathroom, then put on my new underwear. Our undergarments had to be new for each day of the ceremony; black satin felt luxurious after the baggy cotton underpants I’d been slouching around in for years. I dressed in my ivory wedding gown, and over that my white holy robe. The sash of my robe was decorated with pink beads, Gabriel’s trim was green.
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In the first part of the ceremony, the woman had to be on top, symbolizing the restoration of Eve’s act of love with Lucifer. After two minutes of foreplay, I guided him inside me. Instantly, I felt the emotional disconnect. It was the first time I had felt a man inside me for four years, and it felt good, but there was no holy passion, no divine ecstasy. I moved on top of him, concentrated on bringing him to an orgasm, then removed myself and lay next to him. Our ritualistic act of love was over in ten minutes. We wiped the fluids onto our Holy Handkerchiefs.
The official handbook said, “Go to sleep in peace. Sleep in pajamas and nightgown. Do not have a physical relationship outside of the content of the ceremony.” We lay on our backs next to each other, not touching, nor speaking.
Of course when reading accounts like this, it’s good to remember that there’s a long journalistic tradition of writing very loosely about the sexual practices of unpopular or unusual religions. (The technical term for this style of journalism is “making shit up”.) I’m not saying this account isn’t 100% accurate; I’m just saying that, like anything else you read on the internet, some healthy skepticism couldn’t hurt.
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April 22nd, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
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Yes, it’s Man in a Bottle–not just a knee-weakening scent of musk, but a real man, in a bottle. Here, look:
Photo by Daniel Nassoy.
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