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Friday, March 24th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
This wonderful (Pom Wonderful!) cosplayer went all out:
More pictures on her Tumblr, where she explains:
My Halloween Costume this year: Pom Wonderful bottle! I’ve always joked about sharing the same body type as my favorite juice, so I decided it was time for the vision to come alive.
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Wednesday, October 5th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
It looks like a Garfield fan has entered the chat:
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Sunday, August 2nd, 2020 -- by Bacchus
Furries, as we know, were not exactly invented yesterday. Here we see a man who dressed up in fuzzy finery for a group photo with his two favorite sheep. I couldn’t make this up!
Via Kinky Delight.
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Wednesday, September 7th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
If you do not already love the Internet Archive, you will start loving it very soon. What follows in three parts is a total of about 10 minutes of film from 1927 of a private harem cosplay party. It’s not explicitly sexual, although there is kissing. Nor are the harem outfits particularly revealing. But it doesn’t matter. If you ever entertained a harem fantasy, you’ll find much to enjoy in this film. The film, titled Why Girls Leave Home, was made by a wealthy and prominent Canadian timber tycoon with his wife and six other women starring as harem girls. Was this man a smooth-talking bastard, or just insanely rich? I guess “both” is also an option:
Synthesizing the captions at the Internet Archive with a bit of Google research, this film documents a private costume party at the Hamber mansion (called Greencroft) in 1927 Vancouver. It shows footage of Eric Hamber, his wife Aldyen, and 6 female guests as they dance, smoke, laugh, chat, and act out a harem love scene. Eric Hamber was first a wealthy banker who then got really rich developing his father-in-law’s timber interests. Later, he was the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia and the chancellor of the University of British Columbia. His Greencroft mansion, featured in the film, sold for thirty five million dollars in 2013, making it Vancouver’s most expensive house.
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Thursday, September 13th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
When this went by on The Big Bang Theory my instant thought was “Fetish fuel for more people than Sheldon!”
And then I promptly forgot about it, instead of hunting down a still online and blogging about it. But thanks to the Miracle of Tumblr, somebody else did it for me, with the following commentary:
Damn straight you would. And it would be amazing, educational (for both of you) and after she poured close to 30 years of sexual frustration out on you, used you as a stunt dick for 3 days of unbridled, kinky, cosplay passion — she’d give you a quick nod, hand you a written analysis and show you to the door.
Speaking of which, did anybody see the recent episode of Collection Intervention, the one about the guy with the secretive Catwoman collection and fetish? Did anybody notice that his cute wife would have made an awesome Catwoman, and speculate (as I did) that it’s probably why he fell for her in the first place? If she only knew and was willing to play along (sadly there was no hint in the show that he’d ever even tried to get her into a costume, not even on Halloween) she would absolutely own him.
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Tuesday, May 10th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Madagascar was one of those movies I had to see because other people wanted to see it. And I found it mostly annoying. But I loved the militaristic comedy penguins, and especially their willingness to brazen their way through the most absurd moments with a simple “Smile and wave, boys, smile and wave!”
These very friendly cosplayers turned up here.
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Friday, July 9th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
The woman-as-bull shown above is Mae Murray in a promotional photo from a 1921 movie called Peacock Alley.
Also, proof that furries have been with us always.
Via Kinky Delight.
Wednesday, May 28th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
This is true:
Baycon is a very costume-based convention (or “cosplay” as the young, wide-eyed screaming anime fans are calling it). This means that everyone looks like a freak. Especially people like me, who don’t dress up. We look like the weirdest freaks ever. Even the hotel staff look like fairly normal freaks by comparison, because they’re dressed up in waiter and maid’s outfits.
And some people, look like incredible, dressed-like-Lara-Croft-only-with-chains-on semi-naked babelicious freaks. Not that I stare. Or even look, or think about them, or anything ever. I only know about their existence because when these people walk into a room, all the straight boys nearby give out this universal telepathic deflatory pained sigh. It’s like the sound of a wolf-whistle, only backwards, sucked in. Ooohhhhhh.
The sigh has a meaning. All my life, it says, I have been told by my superego that dressing like a Marvel superhero will not get me laid. And, here, here and now in this temporary saturnalia, surrounded by other males who are – at best – my equals in the ugly league division table: here is my perfect woman. But the world knows that this mad girl’s flickering eyes craves just one thing. A man dressed as Galactus, Eater of Worlds. And not only have I left my Galactus costume at home. I never made it. Worse, I threw those biro drawings of me in the Galactus helmet away the moment I’d drawn them, ashamed to show them even to (say) Dave. And now I know: I’m not a virgin because I’m a geek. I’m a virgin because I have pursued geekdom with a less than pure, directed gaze. I have faltered, and now I’m just another guy at Baycon. And some other guy in front of me will be Galahad with the Holy Grail because he spent two weeks measuring out huge papier-mache clamps to fit on the side of his head. And I did nothing but stare at my Lara Croft pull-out poster, in the belief that she was not real and that I could not ever meet her.
Pursue your enthusiasms. Because if you’re doing them right, you know exactly where they end.
Bacchus once went to Baycon, many years ago. Bacchus was a virgin at the time. Bacchus made this very noise. Repeatedly. It hurts a little bit when you make it, too.
Thanks to Danny O’Brien’s Oblomovka (drat that missing Russian-English dictionary!) for the excellent advice and to Cory Doctorow at Boing Boing for finding it.
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