Bathtime Out At The Ranch
Saturday, June 3rd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
This is a promotional still from the 1965 Russ Meyer movie Mudhoney and it reminds me of why we love dirty girls so much:
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Russian Women Bathing
Sunday, April 26th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
This is a detail from In The Bath House (1897) by Russian artist Vladimir Alexandrovich Plotnikov. Via Kinky Delight.
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Aquatic Garden Of Lesbian Delights
Sunday, March 30th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Most people put boring old plants in their large stoneware planters. This gardener had a better idea: lesbian aquaculture!
The pretty girls are Pepper Kester and Sensi Pearl, at Little Mutt.
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Shower Sex
Tuesday, August 20th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Author Casey McKay on shower sex:
What’s it like when we shower together?
The hard reality is shower blow jobs equal soap in the eyes, or water in the ears, or not being able to breath because I don’t have gills. The shower floor is slippery, one or both of us almost falls. The hot water runs out, the water is too hot, too cold, not hitting me, not hitting him. Mostly, we hardly ever shower together anymore, too much nonsense.
Yeah, pretty much. But remember, the rich are different from you and me; they have better plumbing, bigger hot water heaters, larger shower stalls, and they stay in better hotels. So there may be some socioeconomic stratification here.
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The Fun Kind Of Bathing
Friday, January 28th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
This is a detail from Fanny Hill and Emily with Their Gallants, Bathing. They don’t make color plates like they used to!
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On the Art of Donald McGill
Monday, September 6th, 2010 -- by Dr. Faustus
Browsing through that extraordinary internet source of interesting stuff GoodShit I came across a post that centered on an image, a naughty postcard done by a now relatively obscure artist named Donald McGill.
And I had an immediate shock of recognition, even though as far as I can remember I had never seen the work of this artist before. How can that be?
The answer is “George Orwell.” My impression is that Orwell is probably best known in the United States as the author of a satire called Animal Farm and a dystopian novel entitled 1984. That’s a shame, it seems to me, because it means that Orwell is best remembered for what are arguably his least distinguished literary accomplishments. It is really as a memoirist and an essayist that Orwell really shines. And Orwell wrote an essay called The Art of Donald McGill (1941) in which he really showed us what he can do. Where possessors of lesser intellects would simply have turned up their noses at saucy seaside postcards, perhaps with dismissive remarks about how they were “trash,” Orwell here, as he also did with crime novels and boys’ weeklies, dove in and tried to read the social significance of naughty postcards. A sample:
…[T]he McGill post card–and this applies to all other post cards in this genre–is not intended as pornography but, a subtler thing, as a skit on pornography. The Hottentot figures of the women are caricatures of the Englishman’s secret ideal, not portraits of it. When one examines McGill’s post cards more closely, one notices that his brand of humour only has a meaning in relation to a fairly strict moral code. Whereas in papers like Esquire, for instance, or La Vie Parisienne, the imaginary background of the jokes is always promiscuity, the utter breakdown of all standards, the background of the McGill post card is marriage. The four leading jokes are nakedness, illegitimate babies, old maids and newly married couples, none of which would seem funny in a really dissolute or even ‘sophisticated’ society. The post cards dealing with honeymoon couples always have the enthusiastic indecency of those village weddings where it is still considered screamingly funny to sew bells to the bridal bed.
It is a measure of how evocatively Orwell writes that he can make a reader more than half a century later recognize a visual image just through words. I can only envy the vigor of Orwell’s prose, but I have always hoped, at least, to be able to emulate his sense that there is something important to be gained by mining what others might dismiss as culture’s “low” ephemera. (See! There is too a legitimate reason to write post after post on Roger Corman movies!)
I commend the entire essay (link above) to your attention. And I am pleased to note that the Telegraph has now made a small gallery of McGill postcards available online.
More Beach Fun
Sunday, May 2nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Girls having fun at the beach, it turns out, is a timeless photographic theme. Yesterday’s fully-clothed (and yet, deliciously nipple-y) beach scene from Kinky Delight is all the proof we need:
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It’s Good To Be Caliph
Sunday, September 27th, 2009 -- by Dr. Faustus
Today I got yet another object lesson in how (1) anything might be grist for the ErosBlog mill, (2) you learn something every day and (3), the Internet is a marvelous thing.
I was passing my commute with Chris Wickham’s new book The Inheritance of Rome, a demonstration of the sort of superman historical erudition that people like me can only dream of having. As my train was pulling in to its dismal destination, I came across the following passage in Wickham’s discussion of the rise and fall of the Umayyad Caliphate:
The Ummayyads had a terrible press after their fall in 750. They were seen…as luxurious degenerates, enjoying themselves in their palaces, and ignoring the needs of government. They certainly built luxurious palaces, some of them survive, in the Jordan valley and on the Syrian/Jordan fringe, as ambitious in their own way as al-Walid’s mosques, and in two cases (the stuccoes of the Khirbat al-Mafjar outside Jericho, the frescoes of the Qusayr ‘Amra bath-house east of ‘Amman) they show profusion of human forms (often naked and female) that do not look very ‘Islamic.’
Google image search time!
I turns out there are many splendid images available of Qusayr ‘Amra, and the frescoes, though not in good shape, really are remarkable. Here is one I found from at L’académie de Lille. First one:
And another:
Professor Wickham is certain right to put “Islamic” in quotes, for these images certainly seem contrary to a stereotype of Islam as a sex-negative, iconophobic religion.
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Bathing Booty
Sunday, August 24th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
We’ve talked about towels (towel post, towel post) a lot lately. So I thought it was only fair to show you a bathing booty that needs careful and intensive toweling, with fullest attention to detail:
The image is from an old Cloud Nine magazine and since I have it in ridiculously high resolution, I thought I’d also crop it horizontally and offer you a couple of versions to use for wallpaper on your computer:
Bathing Booty 1024×768
Bathing Booty 1280×1060
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