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An Amusing War

Thursday, October 29th, 2015 -- by Bacchus

nazi propaganda leaflet

According to Erotic Art Rainbow, this is:

Another in the series of WW-2 propaganda leaflets printed by the nazi’s to drop by air on British lines to foment antipathy among the allies. In this one an American fly-boy, stationed in England is depicted as “living it up” in comfort and enjoying the “hospitality” of some British soldier’s wife/girlfriend while that soldier is under fire fighting in Europe.

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Anti-Fascist Penis Propaganda: Foutre!

Tuesday, January 29th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

The few places this art appears on the web label it “Nazi propaganda” but the language is French and the style seems to suggest French anti-Nazi propaganda to me:

Hitler astride the giant penis artillery as it moves forward in conquest; a small naked woman stands in the way

Even if you click for the slightly-bigger version, the resolution isn’t good enough to read the smaller text except that I can make out the word “petit” at the end of the first line. Google tells me that the repeated “Foutre!” in the upper caption is a vulgar French word that can be translated a number of ways but which, etymologically anyway, basically means “Fuck!”

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10 Years Of Sex Blogging: Best Of ErosBlog 2006

Sunday, September 30th, 2012 -- by Bacchus

Next Wednesday (October 3) will mark the first day of the eleventh year of operations here at ErosBlog. So it looks like this will the last of the “10 Years of Sex Blogging” retrospectives. That’s OK — covering the first five years has a decent symmetry to it. Without further ado, here’s 2006:

  • My micro-rant on why lap dances in strip clubs are “DO NOT WANT” territory for me, plus somebody else’s tips for getting a good one: How To Get A Killer Lapdance
  • I found possibly the best happy-exhibitionist photo I’ve ever seen: Half-Naked And Happy To Be There
  • Of all the things I’ve ever written on ErosBlog, this essay on joy and BDSM acceptance is perhaps the post I’m most proud of: Two Smiles
  • Remember that shower gel commercial with the tagline “How dirty girls get clean?” Yeah, me neither; or I wouldn’t, if I hadn’t managed to associate it in my mind with this memorable photo: Girl Washing
  • I can’t recall laughing harder or longer over a web thing (unless maybe it was the immortal Dogs in Elk waaay back in the last century) than I did over this cybersex transcript that didn’t quite go the way the dude expected it to: And Who Shall Be Master?
  • I don’t often lose myself in consumerist fantasies, but I confess I did the first time I saw this product for sale. It’s still for sale, but sadly, I still don’t have any: Leather Sheets
  • I’ve softened my stance on the virtues of color blindness over the years (having been exposed to possibly-better arguments) but I haven’t come close to abandoning it. Here’s one of the places it got me griped at, especially in the comments: Nude Women, Skin Color, Huh?
  • This post and its comments was one of the places I’ve tried to expound on the foolishness and impossibility of imposing our personal interpretations of art (here, pulpy sex comics) onto other people. Of course it got me snarled at, as it generally does: Whipped With A Hat On
  • What’s going on when women dress themselves to be looked at, and then appear to resent the looks they get? I had a theory: On Looking At Women
  • I think every sex blogger has taken a go at mocking the contents of sex spam. Here’s one of mine: Sex Spam Subject Lines
  • This I still believe: “If you can’t see a person without having a racial classification for them pop into your head, you’re part of the problem.” Not Ignorant, Adamant
  • Even a cartoon ’70s metrosexual (before they called them that) understood that a fist in her hair can make the blowjob better: Hair Pulling Blowjob
  • In which I stand up for the proposition that not all men are dicks: No Gentlemen, No Sex Pictures
  • I had forgotten until just now this back-and-forth with Susie Bright about the reasons for the gender imbalance in the sex blogging world: Sex Bias In Blogging
  • I still want to know what happened to this sex doll: Sex Doll Accident
  • I still don’t think Violet is wrong about a word of this: Public Submission Ritual
  • Another effort on my part to demonstrate that the sexy elements in art are (and ought to be) available to the viewer no matter how reprehensible the artist, his motives, or his historical context: Male Soldiers Fucking
  • My irritation with a certain class of creepy comments, it overfloweth: Flashing From A Window
  • My opinion on fake boobs, followed by an opinion that arguably matters quite a bit more: Big Fake Boobs
  • I still laugh every time I see this: Bill Versus The Penguin
  • The topic of what it does (did) to our society to have porn go from “hard to get” to “available on all screens” is fascinating to me, and has been for a long time: Internet Porn For The Greater Good
  • Title speaks for itself: Dirty Owl-Fucker!
  • “Who wants to find herself covered with Winnie-the-Pooh BandAids after sex?” There’s always somebody: But Gardens Do Differ

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Porn and Terrorism, Not

Monday, August 15th, 2011 -- by Dr. Faustus

Since basically forever the world’s porn-haters have gone prospecting for some causal link between porn and Something Bad, and for the most part they drill dry holes. But boy do they never give up. Thanks to alicublog I’ve just been treated to a rather inventive attempt at finding a new Something Bad.

Jennifer S. Bryson, director of something called the “Islam and Civil Society Project” at the Witherspoon Institute (an Opus Dei-linked theocon outfit in Princeton, New Jersey) has taken notice of the (alleged) possession of pornography by Islamic terrorists and generated 2067 words of vaporings entitled “Pornography and National Security.” Her evidence of a casual link between pornography and terrorism? Well, none. And she even admits this.

I do not know what link, if any, exists between terrorism and pornography, but I do think this question warrants attention…

Here I offer only questions. I do not know their answers or what rigorous studies of these and related issues will yield. I merely think the time has come to suggest that our continued failure to ask these questions and to pursue their answers may be a mistake we make at our own national peril.

Ohh-kay. It’s pretty clear that she’d just love to find some.

What is going on here? One is of course tempted to mock, and it is very good to yield to that temptation, if only for a little while. I could write my own essay:

I do not know what link exists, if any, between buttsex and earthquakes, but I do think the question merits attention…

Here I offer only questions. I do not know their answers or what rigorous studies of these and related issues will yield. I merely think the time has come to suggest that our continued failure to ask these questions and to pursue their answers may be a mistake we make at our own seismic peril.

(Do you feel the earth move, dear reader?) And one is also tempted to be cynical. The Witherspoon Institute might be but a humble branch of wingnut welfare (albeit with a prestigious address), but even so it seems likely you have to put forth at least a simulacrum of effort before Robbie George will sign your paycheck.

But some deeper analysis is warranted, I think, because two things are going on here. I do not wish to accuse Ms. Bryson of a deliberate deception in writing this essay: on the evidence of her writing, she seems rather too dim to manifest the self-awareness necessary for that sort of Machiavellianism. But nonetheless I can see through the rhetorical tricks, which she would have soaked up from her environment.

First, we have here a prime example of the rhetorical phenomenon known as “JAQing off.” (How apprpriate in this context.) The term is derived from the phrase Just Asking Questions, and it’s the cowardly and dishonest strategy of attempting to insinuate a proposition into the minds of readers by striking a pose of false epistemic modesty. It’s perfectly obvious that neither Ms. Bryson nor her theocon paymasters are motivated by anything like intellectual curiosity here. They hate porn (and sexual liberty generally) and will smear it in any way they can. Getting more people to “just ask questions” about an imagined link, the more people will begin to think that there might actually be a link.

And more deeply, calling for “more studies” is also a classic trick that one might call “hoping to pick future cherries.” (Also appropriate in this context.) In a stochastic world if you study any relationship between Variable A and Variable B enough times and in enough ways that there will be at least some studies that show a relationship between A and B. You don’t even need badly-designed studies or intellectual dishonesty for this to happen — the work of chance and sampling will make it happen. There will just always be some false positives if you just run enough tests. Of course, the Witherspoon Institute folks are pining to get their hands on one of those, so that they can blast it out to the world with a press release and, they hope, hyperventilating media coverage “PORN CAUSES TERRORISM! Study says.” AHH! Somebody think of the children!

Of such things are the careers of suceessful propagandists made. But I urge you, dear reader, not to be fooled.

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