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The Sex Blog Of Record
Wednesday, March 7th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I wasn’t surprised to see James Deen get profiled in The Observer, but I was a little surprised to hear that he’s turning into a bit of a heart-throb / feminine lust object, a “sensitive boy with closed-door swagger — the flip side of a good girl with a dirty mind”:
At 5′ 8″ and 26-years-old, Mr. Deen is slight of build, fresh of face, and looks like that cute boy from your high school Spanish class. A little bro-y, maybe. Sophomoric, definitely. But he has a surprisingly witty Gmail handle and a sly sense of humor. He could be your boyfriend, if your boyfriend knew his way around a ball gag and just when to pull your hair.
Obviously I don’t look at him “that way”, but I’ve definitely noticed that he’s more than just another over-muscled hunk on a porn set. Here he’s demonstrating just when and how to pinch a lady’s nipples:
I liked this quote about rough sex:
“I’ve been into rough sex pretty much my whole sexual life and so I’m not, like, bad at it,” Mr. Deen told me by phone last month, on his 26th birthday. “I don’t know how to say it without being a hideous prick, but I’m pretty good at having rough sex. It got to the point where a lot of girls who aren’t into that type of sex were afraid to work with me because they thought I was going to slap them in the face or something. But I only do that if the girl is into it. There’s no reason to choke somebody if they don’t like getting choked. Then you’re basically being an asshole.”
Image is from here.
Monday, July 25th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Did you ever wonder what four girls could possibly be doing in one bathroom? You know, when all four of them abandon the party to go in there at the same time? And there’s only the one sink and toilet in there?
Now the mystery is revealed. They’re in there to take pictures of their bottoms.
Monday, January 17th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I’ve seen some sophisticated and persuasive socio-psychological arguments for why feminism benefits men as well as women, but I was entertained by Figleaf’s far more pragmatic formulation, which I am ripping mercilessly from its somewhat ranty context:
I had more sex, more often back when I was an always-hungry, homeless, long-haired, unemployable, usually-needing-a-shower high-school dropout — with a Gomer Pyle hillbilly accent no less — that at any other time in my life. Back then every woman was “high-status” compared to me, but… none of them seemed to mind. Including a statewide “Junior Miss” pageant winner, a diplomat’s daughter, girls from lower, middle, and upper-class families.
You know what they almost all had in common though? (Besides bad taste in men I mean?) They all had the idea that they’d be able to live independently some day and so they generally weren’t as fretful about picking the “wrong” guy who might not turn out to be on the “right” track to support them.
Oh yeah, and since they had ambitions of independence and partnering with the men of their choice instead of the wallets of their choice, they weren’t worried so much about their “reputations” and so they tended to be a lot wilder in bed. More experimental. More up for new stuff. More willing to say what they liked, and more willing to try it again if they did.
Friday, November 19th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Don’t pay any mind to the dude in the background. Look at our lovers. He’s caressing her face, they’re gazing deep into each other’s eyes, she’s a little breathless, her mouth open anticipating a kiss…
It could be straight off the cover of your average semi-pornographic bodice-ripper romance. A proposal of marriage within twenty pages, a duel by the end of the chapter, eventually a wedding after necessary complications, happily ever after in due course.
Except, I cheated. I cropped creatively, and rotated the frame a little bit. Because what’s actually going on here is, she’s strapped down to a bondage table with her legs apart and he (it would seem) is taking ruthless advantage of her helpless situation:
Not that she minds. Indeed, I’d say they’re pretty into each other.
Her girlfriend / partner in crime is getting the same treatment in the background (on the floor!) from his buddy. The story is, the girls are druggies who got caught by a pair of rogue cops. Supposedly it’s all very exploitative and the ladies are being kidnapped and turned into “whores” for the bad evil corrupt cops, but everybody seems to having too much fun to remember the nominal humiliation/degradation agenda.
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Saturday, November 13th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I’m curious about the provenance of this girls-kissing image, which I’m guessing might come from a pre-Hays-Code Hollywood movie:
Anybody know more about it?
As for where I found it, that was on a Tumblr site I won’t be crediting. I’ve had a little rant building about that. It’s too boring for its own post, so here it is:
I have a rule of thumb about [not] crediting certain Tumblr sites. It boils down to whether or not the Tumblr-site in question is making even a minimal effort to credit their own sources. If they are not, and especially if they’re not and I’ve seen three or more items from ErosBlog on their Tumblr without link credit, then fuck ’em.
It gets me bitched at in the comments occasionally — especially when the person the Tumblr swiped from, finds their picture here and assumes I stole the picture directly — but I have my reasons.
Tumblr sites come in several basic styles:
- There’s the “everything is a reblog” site. These are harmless and often fun — a person surfs other Tumblrs, hits the reblog button when they see an image they like, creates a personally-unique image stream as a result and leaves intact as much attribution as they found. I always try to attribute these. (But, like everybody else, I have many images on my hard drive that may been right-click-saved from one of these at some point. Perfection is impossible.)
- There’s the “lots of original scans” site. These are rare but valuable; they feed the Tumblr ecosystem. Somebody is making original posts based on taking images on paper (or film) and feeding them through a scanner. Usually there are some words of attribution that accompany these. I always try to attribute these. (But, like everybody else, I have many images on my hard drive that may been right-click-saved from one of these at some point. Perfection is impossible. I am repeating myself because it’s important to keep it in mind; lack of attribution, my own and others, is most often because the ability to attribute has been lost, and not because of unwillingness to attribute.)
- There’s the “cleaning my hard drive” site. These are common, probably the most common, and usually are mixed with lots of reposts. People who have been right-click-saving for years now finally have a way to share the images they enjoy, so they are Tumblr-posting them in an orgy of self-expression. The amount of attribution varies, but is usually slight-to-rare. Charitably speaking, we can assume these folks have forgotten which blogs and porn sites and image forums and newsgroups and dial-up bulletin boards (kickin’ it old school!) they harvested the images from. I generally give these folks the benefit of the doubt and will attribute, at least until I spot something to tip the balance away from doubt (like a lot of porn photos from recent photoshoots with the watermarks removed, or multiple uncredited pictures from the last week on ErosBlog.)
- Finally, there’s the “pure ripoff” Tumblr site. These look like “cleaning my hard drive” sites except there’s no hard drive collection, they’re just building a feed out of stuff they repost without credit from wherever they can find it. You can’t ever be 100% sure about this of course, but the the true “cleaning my hard drive” guy typically has some pictures he knows something about and a bunch he doesn’t, which means you’ll get some attributions from time to time. The “pure ripoff” guy never attributes anything, except sometimes Tumbr reposts because they’re automatic. Another way to spot these is that because they aren’t working from an archived of right-click-saved treasures, all of their pictures tend to be “current” — if you spend as much time looking at dirty pictures as I do, you’ll be able to surf through the stream and say where most of them came from, or at least recognize them as something you saw elsewhere in the past month. It’s my strong belief that this last sort of Tumblr site should not receive link credit, any more than the pirate boards or the Russian porn-swap forums. And so, from me at least, they don’t.
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Tuesday, October 26th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I don’t go bowling. I went once, in 1984 or something like that; but I didn’t know what I was doing and the rental shoes didn’t fit and I was too young to drink beer and I didn’t have any fun.
In fact, I mostly think of bowling as an entertainment from another era, like sock hops and drive-in movies and playing canasta.
But the girls weren’t dressed like this at the ally I went to:
Via Usenet.
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Wednesday, August 13th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Recently somebody sent me a pair of vintage towel ads which I thought were just wonderful. It’s all about freshly showered American housewives, luxuriating in their shrines to the glory of consumer textiles:
I am picturing the living room conversation over these magazine ads.
Wife: “Honey, look at this! I want a bathroom just like that!”
Husband (spoken): “Yes, dear.”
Husband (unspoken): “Me too, if it means you’ll be dressed just like that.”
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Tuesday, July 29th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
This is from a French-language comic called Anna: Innocente Pervertie, by Stragmalia:
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Sunday, April 30th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
You never know for sure, but this spectacular exemplar of the “girls kissing” photo genre looks candid and unposed to me:
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Thursday, November 17th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Since Violet and Xeni are both going mad for Timothy Archibald’s new book on Sex Machines, I figured it might be time once again to honor the visual innovators in the field, namely, the mechanical geniuses at Fucking Machines. They build (beg? borrow? steal? I don’t really know) some of the best-looking sex machines in the porn world, and put ’em together with hot models. I particularly like this mandroid they’ve been featuring lately — it’s like high-camp erotic horror, only the girls are smiling:
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Friday, April 30th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
I have heard tales that some of the serious body modification guys have suffered foreign objects to be introduced under the skins of their penises, with the purpose and intent of creating small lumpy scars or bumps “for her pleasure”. Well, in the course of a long internet surfing life one eventually sees pictures of almost everything, and now I’ve been sent pictures of this. I cannot suffer the trauma alone, I must share:
As for me, I’d think the girls willing to try it would be way outnumbered by the ones who would shun it as diseased-looking. But perhaps I’ve merely led a sheltered life.
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