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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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10 Years Of Sex Blogging: Best Of ErosBlog 2003

Sunday, March 25th, 2012 -- by Bacchus

As I mentioned last time, ErosBlog will be ten years old in October. So I’m rooting through the archives on an occasional basis to pull together some “best of” posts. Today’s list is from 2003, if you can remember that far back:

  • I think this may have been the first post where I really started defending porn on the basis of its genuine utilitarian benefits: Bacchus on Porn
  • An object lesson on photoshopped porn: Alas, Fun With Photoshop
  • This was the post where I learned the vital lesson that no matter how obscure ErosBlog was then or is now, if you say something about a named person on the internet, they may just show up in your comments to remonstrate with you about what you said. Also: never have felt the same about citrus fruit after this. Got Orange Juice?
  • Was this the first of many many times I linked one of Dan Savage’s Savage Love columns? I think it might be. Also notable for my cynical joke about marriage: Let’s Not Make This Harder Than It Needs To Be
  • I tried then and I try now to stay away from war and politics, but it’s impossible to talk about sex at any great length without war and politics creeping into the discussion. Early in the Iraq war, I had this to say on the sexualization of artillery: Money Shot.
  • It’s really a bad idea to let me start tinkering with old song lyrics. Bill Grogan’s Girl
  • I didn’t say so at the time, but the reason I posted this artwork was that it reminded me strongly of an unattainable girl I had a crush on in college: Veil Dancer
  • The first dirty joke I both heard and comprehended back when I was just a sprout. Illustrated: What’s Better Than Two Roses On A Piano?
  • Sex news you can actually use! If you’re flexible enough, that is: Interview With An Autofellator
  • This may be the first post in which I started failing to conceal my somewhat radical views on the toxicity of the traditional cubical-rat wage economy: Work Is The Curse Of The Drinking Class
  • I’m still a little reticent by modern sex blogging standards, but in the early days of this blog I revealed astonishingly little about my own thinking on sexual matters. Here’s an early departure from that policy: Olfactory Delights
  • Why I hate warning pages, adult verification check-the-box traps, and anything else that interferes with the smooth operation of hyperlinking technology. Yeah, it’s a little bit political. THIS Is The Culture War?
  • One of my very rare forays into the provision of safer sex information, along with the reason why they are so rare: Soon To Be A Daddy
  • How long have I hated the “NSFW” label? Forever: Safe To Cuddle
  • This is still one of the best spam emails I ever got: Found Poetry
  • The dirtiest little yellow animated smile icon I ever saw. All these years later, yup it still is: Raunchiest Smiley Ever
  • There were other memorable posts in 2003, but none more momentous. Here’s the very first post on ErosBlog mentioning The Nymph, with whom I was then carrying out a nascent internet romance via email and ICQ. At the time of this post there had been four phone calls. Less than four months later, we were living together. Today? Still together, still very happy with each other. Never let anybody tell you that you can’t find true love over the internet! The Nymph In My Net: Beginnings
  • For as long as I’ve been sex blogging, the gender imbalance among sex bloggers has been noticeable. Here’s one theory about it: Men And Sex Blogs

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10 Years Of Sex Blogging: Best Of ErosBlog 2002

Friday, February 10th, 2012 -- by Bacchus

It has suddenly dawned on me that by early next October, ErosBlog will have been up for a full ten years. There most likely will not be a parade.

However, I did think it might be fun, from time to time as the year progresses, to dip into the most ancient archives and pull out a few of the more interesting posts. There’s no specific schedule for this; we’ll just see how it goes.

Herewith, some fun posts from 2002:

I’m so glad nobody can make me cough up a list of the early blog posts that I’m the most sheepish about…

 
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