Way way back a long time ago, I teased The Nymph about the contents of my sex toy order. One of the items I ordered, as it turns out, was a Wartenberg Pinwheel.

She loved it. Oh, she whimpered a bit, especially when I first surprised her with it. But make no mistake, she loved it. Although she says she likes it better when it stays away from tender areas.

If you approve of squirming, you want one of these. A word to the wise is sufficient.

Although ErosBlog does not cover politics very much at all, I’ve long seen this sex blogging project as being my little contribution to a vital culture war. Because we are very sexual monkeys, control over sexual expression is one of the most important tools in the arsenal of the orcs who seek to govern and enslave us. (“Govern and enslave? Sorry, I repeat myself.”)

Daze and others have amply covered the case of Melissa Lincoln, the Nebraska lady who likes to get naked in public and enjoys making a buck when she does it. She’s been charged with public nudity, and faces actual jail time for it (although doubtless she’ll be offered a nice plea bargain that requires her to promise she’ll keep her pretty naked assets securely wrapped). After all, the point is to control sexual expression, remember? This isn’t about Melissa, it’s about reminding everyone that the orcs are watching and they will come for you if you don’t follow their rules.

Except that Melissa wants to fight. The liberty activists at the Liberty Round Table have been in touch with her, and it turns out that she doesn’t plan to knuckle under. She wants to fight this “all the way” and she doesn’t intend to plea bargain.

That’s a big ouchie, folks. A basic misdemeanor criminal defense starts at five grand, and that price assumes you’ll take any decent plea bargain. Appeals often cost thirty grand apiece, and you can need several.

The Knights of Nonaggression over at the Liberty Round Table have a list of what you can do to help, but the most obvious thing you can do is throw money. In Melissa’s case, the easiest way you can do that is to buy a membership at her web site. Sure, it’s commercial, but this is no “help me buy some fake boobs” bogus plea; the lady really does face jail time if she stands up for basic freedoms here. She will be under tremendous pressures to take a plea. As the LRT puts it:

For our part, we are not exhibitionists, but do believe that anything that de-mystifies sex, shows that good clean fun and healthy bodies are not ‘dirty’, is a very positive thing. There’s no end to the flood of misery produced by people’s twisted ideas about sex, love, and the human body, so we say: ‘Hurray for Melissa’s one woman war against benighted puritan attitudes!’ That Melissa’s site has a commercial side makes her work no less valuable — have not libertarians and objectivists always said that freedom is so valuable that there ought to be a way to promote it at a profit? We agree with Melissa; she has nothing to be ashamed of, not her body, not her pictures, not her profit.
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It seems to me that there is no better way to show appreciation for an artist than to pay for her work; it has a better, cleaner feel than straight charity and allows her to be able to give some value in return for the help.

Indeed. And thanks to Don and Sunni at the Liberty Round Table for getting in touch with Melissa and publicizing her will to fight!

Here’s one of those wonderful pornographic wallet photos from the old black-and-white days:

There’s nothing new under the sun!

Via alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage on Usenet. See also Vintage Lust.

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Starting to plow through my mailbag of stuff that came in while I was occupied. ErosBlog has been reviewed on the Ultimate Adult Blog List with some kind words said, although “Yuck !!!” seems like an overharsh condemnation of the (lack of) site design around here. Anyway, a potentially useful resource for finding adult blogs.

Well, the bad news is, I took her to the airport this morning. The good (fantastic!) news is: she’s coming back soon. Watch this space for for detailed updates, as events warrant.

It was a truly wonderful visit. Truth to tell, we didn’t get out much, although we did manage some sightseeing, a stroll on the beach with great winter views, some meals out with some of my local friends, and a few afternoons snuggled into a window booth at my favorite waterfront restaurant (drinking microbrews, eating appetizers, and watching the winter weather blow by).

Mostly, though, we stayed in. We’re still talking about how many salacious details to share with y’all; this has always been more of a third-party links-and-comments blog than a first-person “here’s what I did last night” sort of place. It might be a good idea to maintain that policy, especially since we spent a huge amount of time cuddling and canoodling and saying happy sappy stuff to each other (with earlobe nibbling for emphasis). This may be among the most vital and fulfilling of human pursuits, but it’s hardly the stuff of which great dramatic storytelling is made. (Although she does have the most tasty earlobes you could imagine.)

Thanks for your patience while updates were few. I’ll attempt to resume normal blogging as I get caught up with stuff I’ve been neglecting. Stick around, this story just keeps getting better!

While I’ve been busy, Belle de Jour has been up to her usual fun. In an amusing post, she explains that “Anal sex is the new black” and writes:

I fully anticipate by next year Charlotte Church will have a glittery t-shirt that reads ‘My Barbie takes it up the ass.’ Maybe I should make one and send it to her.

Ha!

So The Nymph told me a funny story. This is friend – of- a – friend- of – a – friend stuff, so take with appropriate grains of salt.

It seems this lady was lunching with a friend, and stopped at the friend’s house to freshen up before her annual gyn appointment. Seeing a tube of what is delicately advertised as “feminine deodorant spray” in a basket in the bathroom, she gave herself a generous spritz before heading to her appointment.

So when she got her feet up in the stirrups, her gynecologist’s first comment was “I see you made yourself pretty for me today!” She wasn’t sure what to say, so she didn’t respond. But when she got home, she had to have a look.

Imagine her chagrin. That feminine deodorant spray? Turns out it wasn’t. It was glitter spray….