March 2nd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
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?
March 2nd, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
Aphrodite blogs:
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]
March 1st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
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.
March 1st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Er, OK, I realize that there are already some people out there who aren’t prepared to think fisting sounds or looks sexy. If you’re one of them, this may not help:
We first watched a lot of fisting footage we downloaded. Lots of stores here won’t carry fisting titles. Brett called around, blithely asking whether they carried fisting videos as I cowered behind the couch, as if someone were watching or listening. Anyway, I watched the downloaded footage, fascinated yet utterly baffled.. not so much sexually aroused as reminded of the times I’ve reached into the cavity of a turkey or chicken carcass to pull out the giblets. These unfortunate images kept popping into my mind as I put my hand in Brett’s ass.
That’s from Hiromi, at Panties Panties Panties.
February 28th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Via Pursed Lips, this hilarious anecdote from a New York City screening of Inside Deep Throat:
The New York screening of Inside Deep Throat at the Paris Theatre was a hoot. … The hapless lot of directing a post-screening panel fell to Elvis Mitchell, former movie critic at the NY Times. … Mitchell looked on helplessly as McKinnon did her thing, claiming that the film we had just watched was promoting the acceptance of rape. At one point, however, her righteous zeal became unhinged when she claimed that it was not possible to do deep throat safely, that it was a dangerous act that could only be done under hypnosis. “What’s so funny?” she snapped as the audience rippled with mirth. Todd Graff’s hand shot up – “I can do it,” he said, and the room echoed with a chorus of gay men going “me too!” (Gigi Grazer – wife of Brian – later told Graff to stop bragging and that she could do it better than him and had the rocks on her fingers to prove it. Touché).
Sounds like McKinnon picked the wrong audience to spout her anti-sex drivel….
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February 28th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
I give up.
I never understood why everyone crapped all over the movie “Catwoman”. Maybe it’s because I was never a comic book fan and don’t understand the aesthetic. It was a light, silly action flick designed to show a lot of Halley Berry in leather, and it delivered. Fluff, sure, but who expects anything else from a comic book movie?
I guess I’ll have to stop saying “I thought it was pretty decent, for what it was.” Because Halle Berry herself has called it a “piece of shit.” If she can’t be bothered to be proud of the spectacle she presents in a leather catsuit (who, I ask you, bought a ticket for any other reason?) then I guess it’s not worth wasting any more fan loyalty on her.
Gratuitous pic of Halle Berry wearing a bondage collar:
Mmmmm.
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February 27th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
On the one hand, my ErosBlog editorial policy is to refrain from trashing anybody’s sexual choices. On the other hand, I don’t think I’ve ever been heard to say anything nice about adulterous affairs. Not because I feel judgmental or condemnatory about them, but for a much simpler reason: all the real-world examples I’m aware of have caused or resulted in a degree of pain that calls the net hedonic benefit into question.
I don’t think this little excerpt from Have to Share is any exception:
I drove the 3 hours down, spent maybe an hour with him, purely sex. Then I made the 3 hour drive back. He hasn’t really spoken to me since. I don’t know what to believe from him anymore. He says he cares for me, but the majority of the e-mails he sends are describing sexual escapades he would like to have in the future. I write him a little of both. I love him. I love the person he is. However, he reminds me of the way my step-brother that molested me in how he treats me. I am wonderful for his amusement over the webcam. I am fascinating when describing sexual adventures for the future. I am amazing when I’m on top of him. Yet, when none of this is going on, he is too busy too speak to me. He’s too busy working. Or, he’s at home, too busy with his wife.
Ouchies.
