It Were Ever Thus: Menaced From Behind

Spanking Blog brings us this vintage entry from the category of “as bad as things seem today, they used to be a lot worse”:

Apparently there was a time when a woman couldn’t even pray without a big creepy man menacing her from behind…

The artist is not known, but if I had to take a wild stab at guessing, I’d go with Thomas Rowlandson. (I am very much hoping this bad guess will stimulate someone to come along and set me right.)

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Anal Poetry

So there’s this thread on Reddit, see, with almost 9000 comments, on the topic: Admit it, what’s the creepiest thing you’ve ever done?

It’s fully of creepy. Reddit delivers.

But that’s not why I’m mentioning it.

No, I’ve got a mild interest in folk poetry, especially dirty doggerel. And there’s this one subthread, triggered by a guy who sent a modestly creepy “roses are red, violets are blue” poem to a girl via anonymous mail. And folks contributed numerous comments with their own creepy “roses are red” poetic contributions. It’s kinda fascinating actually, although it’s hard to read without thinking “geez, rape culture much?” (Actually that’s even more true of the whole Reddit thread. Apparently the distinction between “creepy” and “rapey” is narrower than I imagined.)

Anyway, here’s the anal sex one:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let’s make sweet love
In the hole where you poo

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