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Fetish Fuel: Cellophane?

Monday, October 18th, 2021 -- by Bacchus

I’ve been using the term “fetish fuel” since at least 2010, but I didn’t make it up. I heard it from Dr. Faustus but he doesn’t claim it; he credits the TV Tropes site, where (prior to them having a sweeping and bloodily-destructive #Pornocalypse moment back in October of 2010) they defined fetish fuel as anything having an unambiguous sexual subtext that’s not explicitly sexual or pornographic. In that era the TV Tropes fetish fuel entry offered dozens of examples, ranging from the Little Mermaid’s seashell bikini to the outfits worn by the notoriously-lovely women who help and assist stage magicians and assorted vaudevillians. More recent entries (but still pre-pornocalypse) offered a more well-honed fetish fuel definition, while shunting off the examples to a different (and also pornocalypse-doomed) Turn On Tropes entry:

In a nutshell, Fetish Fuel is when something in a work isn’t explicit nudity, sexual activity, or something else pornographic, but still causes sexual arousal in the viewer. Usually the cause is that this sets off something sexual for a viewer, particularly a Fetish a viewer has, hence the name. But unlike Nightmare Fuel, this can be intentional just as often as not. See Fanservice and Author Appeal; and see Turn On Tropes for a list of tropes that are often fetish fuel.

All of which is a long-winded way to explain my astonishment at seeing cellophane pop up in a clearly-intended-as-fetish-fuel way in a 1960s men’s magazine. The February 1961 issue of Ace, to be precise:

nude posing draped with huge sheets of cellophane

To my personal sensibilities, cellophane is fairly unsexy stuff; it crinkles and is noisy and unpleasant to handle. But the fetish imagination wants what it wants, and if this photographer didn’t have a cellophane fetish, he or his editors must have been pocketing sponsored-placement fees from DuPont.

Photo above is part of a full two-page spread, which identifies the lovely model as Clara Barrie:

cellophane as fetish fuel nude photo shoot

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Fetish Fuel, Cosplay Edition

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!”

Mayim Bialik as Amy Farrah Fowler in her Star Trek starfleet uniform as she attempts to harvest Sheldon by providing him with perfectly-tailored fetish fuel

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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Unique Floatation Device

Monday, February 27th, 2012 -- by Bacchus

The blowup sex doll as a pool party novelty air mattress, I can understand. It’s been done. More than once. But what I don’t understand is: why does a rubber inflatable doll need a white rubber swimming cap?

rubber doll wearing a rubber swim cap

No matter, it’s gotta be fetish fuel for somebody!

Via Usenet.

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Fetish Fuel and Restrained Perversion

Tuesday, January 18th, 2011 -- by Bacchus

For a picture in which nothing less innocent than an ankle measurement is taking place, I feel like there’s an awful lot of fetish fuel and barely-repressed perversion going on here:

man kneels to measure the ankle of a great lady while another man watches impatiently, cane in hand

This is from my file of vintage postcard scans, so unless somebody can recognize that scribbled signature, I’m totally without a provenance to provide for this artwork.

 

A Catalog Of Perversions

Thursday, May 6th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

I think this Sex And Submission gallery may feature more kinky sex practices and activities and overall different flavors of fetish fuel than I’ve ever seen in one free porn gallery before.

sindee jennings hosed down in steel shackles

There’s chains, and shackles, and water hoses, and wet clothing, and ball gags, and spider gags, and a cage, and several different bondage blowjobs including one from inside the cage, and some buttsex of course, and an electric shock toy, and some boot licking, and some pussy fisting, and some forced orgasms with squirting (into her own mouth, even), and some cum on her face and… well, I’m sure I missed something.

The shoot stars Sindee Jennings, and she’s a very busy girl.

 

Fetish Fuel In Life Magazine, 1939

Monday, January 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Bondage Blog has a great piece this morning featuring a pretty girl being shrink wrapped, in a latex balloon. In 1939. By a meat packing company. In the pages of Life magazine, in front of God and everybody and your prissy great-aunt Beatrix.

latex bondage girl 1939

Granted, treating girls like meat was probably uncontroversial back in 1939. But what fascinates me is the fetish fuel question. In 2010, this is fetish fuel of the highest octane. Bondage Blog rattled off six or seven fetishes it touches on, and I could add several more without a strain. (Lingerie, breath control…) But was it obvious fetish fuel then? Was this a bit of clever marketing by kinky bastards who knew how to get a press release covered by Life, which in turn knew that it could publish the kinkiest shit in front of Aunt Beatrix and everybody just by playing dumb and keeping a straight face?

Or was it, in all innocence, the “gosh-gee-whiz this is how you’ll be getting your beef” celebration of marching technology it presents itself as? Were people really that innocent in 1939? I find that very hard to believe.

Complicating all this is the fact that fetishes evolve over time, and I’m not aware of anybody who has tracked those evolutions in any rigorous way. When did rubber even become a fetish material? (I know it was well established as such by the time John Willie started publishing his Bizarre magazine in the late 1940s.)

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