You might find this detail from the cover of Action Comics No. 339 (July 1966) entertaining. Supergirl kneels in her mini-skirt in a cage, what’s not to like?

From Comic Book Bondage Cover Of The Day, via Bondage Blog.

In the last couple of weeks I’m sorry to say there’s been a huge influx of nastiness into the ErosBlog comments. (I’ve had to delete more comments in the last week than in the entire six months prior.) We’ve got a lot of new readers right now, and perhaps some of you aren’t aware of the one rule for commenting here:

“Don’t be a dick.”

Here’s my original explanation, reposted from the archives:

Don’t Be A Dick

When I got to college, one of the two poor sophomores assigned to my freshman dorm to inject some sanity thereinto called us clueless freshmen together and spake thusly:

“In a lot of these freshmen entries, they have all kinds of rules. I don’t like rules. So we are only going to have one. Don’t be a dick.”

And we mostly weren’t, and we had a great time. The moral and political lesson I took from that, namely that small communities don’t really need more than one rule, is possibly the most valuable thing I learned in college. Thanks, Josh!

By popular demand…I’ve decided to install a commenting facility here at ErosBlog. However, I’d like to ask you all to remember Josh’s rule. I work at keeping the tone here relentlessly sex-positive and unwaveringly non-judgmental. I may slip up, but that’s the goal.

I welcome your comments, but I’m simply not interested in creating a forum for haters, condemnators, repressive creeps, and the like. Lively debate, at times, is to be expected. But nastiness and anti-sex messages (and personal attacks of any sort, on anyone) will probably be deleted summarily. Be nice and play nice, please?

Thank you.

Further exposition, which should not be needed, but seems to be:

If you’re posting personal attacks against other commenters, you’re probably being a dick.

If you’re posting hostile criticism of anyone, including the people I quote or post about, you’re probably being a dick.

If you are using profanity or sexual slurs to describe anyone, you’re probably being a dick.

If you’re condemning anyone’s sexual choices, you’re probably being a dick. If you are criticising anyone’s sexual choices without exaggerated politeness, you’re probably being a dick.

Don’t be a dick.

That is all! (Oh, except for: thanks from the bottom of my heart to all of you who play nicely and make the comment-moderating duty worthwhile.)

It’s nice to see others improving their sex lives, it gives me hope that I’ll have one again someday. Starting in February, the Burbman over at Suburban Sex Blog resumed more regular posting, with the good news that he and his wife seem to have turned their sexless marriage back into something fun for both of them. He’s also offering to help others in similar situations. Good on ya, Burbman!

A few people have written me regarding my preference for hairy men. At this point my only preference is for a live, decent man, but it is true that I don’t like a guy who’s artificially smooth. I was trying to figure out how to say exactly what I don’t like about overly bare guys, but the Dirty Talking Girl beat me to it:

I love male body hair.

I can’t imagine him shaving or, god forbid, waxing, and I don’t understand women who require smoothness in a man.

I think they’re afraid of the animal.

Maybe…..or maybe all the glitzy porn images have led both men and women to expect silky smoothness everywhere. Sure, hair can get in the way or be inconvenient sometimes, but I’ll never forget the guy who got me soaking wet by just playing with my pubes…..pulling gently on a few hairs beginning near my ass and working his way up, sometimes twirling or tickling, but never touching my skin until I was begging him to bury his cock in me. Mmmmmmmm……

This is a woman who frequently does things, the observation of which would probably send me screaming from the room like a California Democrat girlyman. But strong stomach or no, some requests are too much:

Caller: Do you do dog-play?

See, very tame. This guy wants to pretend he’s a dog and have me put a collar on him, make him bark and spank him with a rolled-up newspaper. Hopefully he won’t hump my leg, though.

Me: Sure, I do doggie role-play.

Caller: Role-play?

Me: Yes – you want to do a scene where you pretend to be a dog, right?

Caller: No, um…That’s not what I mean. I mean, do you have…um…Do you have a dog? A real dog?

Okay, I think I was wrong about him being tame. But, oh, I really hope this isn’t what I think it is.

Whistling past the graveyard, oh my yes.

Just a funny romantic picture (source unknown) to drive the penis down the page a bit:

I wonder if this is the outhouse Mr. Flynt had in mind when he published his infamous libel against Mr. Falwell?

Sorry I’m late with this!! Way too busy these days, and my ISP was having problems all day yesterday. I’ll post the runners-up after I get some sleep, for now, please enjoy this lovely uncut, retracted specimen belonging to the editor of sixtynined.

[image removed on 3/19/05 at Milo the model’s request]

It’s hardly a novel idea that men and women experience the world very differently. But this anecdote from Octavia Arena drives home the point:

In the last 48 hours I have spent a significant amount of time with FIVE seperate men whom I count as friends who would not have sex with me. Not that I propositioned all of them, just two of them, the other three are a given. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that there are men in my life who enjoy my company and intellect without being carnally interested in me.

Note the tone of marvel and wonder. Ladies, that’s what it’s like for single men all the time.