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Friday, September 15th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
This is part of the painting Agape from a portfolio by John Linton Roberson. Suzy Spreadwell, the heroine of the portfolio, is described as a good Christian girl who loves Jesus, perhaps a little too much sometimes:
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Saturday, January 22nd, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Who knew that black masses were so well-designed?
Artwork is from the cover of a book by Jehan Sylvius: Messes noires, satanistes et lucifériens (Paris, Editions de Lutèce, 1929). Of course Jehan Sylvius is pseudonym; the actual author is said to be one E. Gengenbach, who may have developed a serious butt-hurt about his Catholic religion after having been chucked out of the seminary of Saint-Dié in 1924, after having gone over the walls one night to enjoy the charms of certain actress in Paris. The cover art appears to be signed “Matutano”.
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Wednesday, June 9th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
This pulpy lurid cover must have sold a lot of copies of The Eve Of Midsummer by Jack D. Shackleford; the Old Goat has got himself a sexy sacrifice and he seems determined not to waste her!
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Monday, October 29th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Now, see, normally when I see a thing like this, I would just assume that one of the bacchantes had gotten outside a little bit too much wine and was putting the moves on a stone statue of one of my satyrs or fauns. It happens; my boys are a horny bunch and they wear it on their heads like so much advertising. Usually there’s no harm done, especially after a couple thousand years of post-pagan censorship in statuarial styling about the genitals:
However, in this case the artwork comes from the cover of a lurid pulp (Belfagor #3) that proclaims a cover story about the caresses of Satan, so I suppose this statue isn’t of one of my boys at all. His handsome visage and head-hardware is definitely copied from my boys, though!
The big difference is, getting drunk and playing with one of my hairy-hoofy guys might be a life-altering experience, but no mortal woman has ever regretted it. That infamous dark angel of rebellion? About him, I cannot say the same.
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Monday, May 8th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Is this the first appearance of buttsex on a movie poster?
According to my source, this is a movie poster for a 1917 Russian movie called Венчал их Сатана (Married by Satan). I have two further thoughts: (1) of course Satan would ensure that consummation is a painful experience for his bride, and (2) isn’t it amusing how well 1917’s vision of Satan matches this 2016 vision of Bigfoot?
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Tuesday, December 20th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
It wouldn’t be a properly devilish ass-fucking if The Dark One didn’t have a crowd of enthusiastic minions and groupies to help him, ah, prepare the sacrifice:
Artist is Milo Manara, and the art is from Porte de Clichy, a limited edition portfolio apparently inspired by Henry Miller’s Quiet Days In Clichy.
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Wednesday, July 9th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
From Dirtbag John Milton:
Eve: do you want to make out
Satan: what
Eve: not to brag or anything but i’ve been told i’m pretty hot
so do you want to make out
Satan: don’t you have a husband
Eve: probably
i mean i have a lot of things
but i don’t have one here
in this orchard
i don’t have an orchard husband
do you want to make out or what
Satan: yeah okay
“I don’t have an orchard husband…” I do find this quite funny, and so I suppose the gender-traditional reaction would be for me as a man to yuk this up with wry bitterness as an illustration of the faithlessness of women. But my perspective is otherwise: I think we all, men and women alike, recognize that moment when our impulse (whether or not we act on it) is to look swiftly around the orchard and then answer “er, nope?”
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Wednesday, July 18th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
According to @cstross, this pamphlet was handed out at Comic-Con:
How many ticks could you put on that checklist? I’m delighted to report that my Satan Number is … wait for it … thirteen! Nope, I’m not going to tell you which ones.
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Friday, March 12th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
After last year’s hilarity involving the education of a substantial fraction of our culture in the finer points of teabagging, it’s time to share a “nothing-new-under-the-sun” moment that surprised even me. I refer, of course, to an artwork called Calvary. It’s by Felicien Rops, dates from 1882, and it features, among other disturbing imagery, the devil’s own ball sack, squarely planted (ok, not quite square, her head is tilted) on a sacrificial forehead:
Click the image for a larger size.
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