Blowjob In The Pissoir
Overheard In Game
/emote nods. “I’m sure that’s all it was… What if I called you for a booty call?” Shalee Lianne /emote quirks a thin delicate brow as she looks to her, grinning. “Uh….you’re a girl.” Seraphim Risen And? Shalee Lianne …I’m [...]]]>
Philosopher Says We Need More Lust
I’m not sure which currently-active philosopher falls into the category of “most recommendable” for ErosBlog’s readers, but I’m pretty sure that Neil Sinhababu would need to make the shortlist at the very least. He is a prominent defender of ethical hedonism. He once wrote a paper called “Possible Girls,” which is possibly the sexiest use of David Lewis‘s modal realism hypothesis evah. (And he is also co-editor, with Brian Leiter, of the recent volume Nietzsche and Morality. What a guy!)
But what really finally inspired me to get off my lazy butt and write a blogpost about young Professor Sinhababu was a blogpost of his own called “The Optimal Distribution of Lust.” Riffing off a post by Kay Steiger (key phrase “Women who discount men because they are short are, well, kind of bigots.” — and yes, I feel the tug of the sentiment even if it’s kind of not in my interest to since I’m 6’2?.) Sinhababu does a quick, clean bit of moral reasoning to conclude that it would generally be a lot better if we could all lust a bit more broadly, or perhaps a bit more unusually.
This might be a little tricky to bring about, but there is something we can do.
So if one of your female friends confesses an attraction to short men, express your admiration and tell her that more women like her would make the world a better place! And if one of your male friends expresses his desire for a heavier-than-average woman, for goodness’ sake don’t make fun of him! And I literally mean for goodness’ sake — for more good things to happen, we need currently unusual preferences to be more widespread in people.
The whole post is well worth reading. And the predecessor post about awesome sex dreams downloaded into your brain ain’t bad either, whether or not you agree with its politics.
Plutarch on Divorce
A Roman divorced from his wife, being highly blamed by his friends, who demanded: “Was she not chaste? Was she not fair? Was she not fruitful?” Holding out his shoe, he asked them whether it was not new and well-made. “Yet,” he added, “none of you can tell me where it pinches me.”
Lust And Respect
I’ve described my goal here at ErosBlog as blogging about sex and porn with an unapologetic, unabashed male gaze … while striving not to be a complete dickhead about sex, about women, about porn models, about sex workers. The degree to which I succeed may be debatable, but I’ve never felt a lustful-yet-respectful male gaze was an impossible or unreasonable goal. I’m aware, yes, of a political camp that equates gaze with disrespect, or with objectification that in its own turn is equated with disrespect — but as a political matter, I categorically reject those views, and attempt to refute them, by example, to the best of my ability.
So you’ll appreciate the fascination with which I read this from Miss Maggie Mayhem:
The young man I pass who looks me up and down and gives me a sincere smile and eye contact does not have the same intentions as the car filled with young men matching my pace and shouting at me as I walk down the street. Respect is not indicated by abstaining from a sexual gaze. Respect is recognizing the fact that it might not be mutual and being alright with that and not acting in a way that imposes it on another human being against their own desire and autonomy. To say that you shouldn’t ever look at a stranger across the room and get turned on is to say that you shouldn’t ever fall in love at first sight.
You preach it, sister!
Super Deepthroat: The Blowjob Game
Violet Blue found this, and blogged it good. It’s awesome, but I haven’t got any value-added. So, I’m just sending you her way for the, erm, payload:
The Blowjob Game – Konashion — Super Deepthroat (at Tiny Nibbles)
More Internet Porn, Less Rape
The research has been out there for awhile, but the suggestive numbers just keep getting stronger: there’s evidence that as access to the internet increases in the US population, rape rates fall. (Dr. Faustus blogged about this, and about a Salon article discussing the same research paper as today’s story, back in 2009, as did I when the research was new, back in 2006.) An attractive theory that might explain this is that access to porn (which as everybody knows, is what the internet is for) reduces the urge to rape — but that, of course, is merely what the data are suggestive of, it’s far from proven.
Today’s link (via Violet Blue) is to a blog by Canadian econ professor Marina Adshade, in which she updates the rape and internet stat numbers and discusses the hoary old research paper in greater detail:
The FBI’s Uniform Crime Report has recently released the preliminary statistics for 2010. The incidence of violent rape in US has declined once again, this time by 6.2% between June 2009 and June 2010. The most recent decline is not an anomaly; rape rates have been falling since their peak in the early 1990’s (see the figure I have included below which uses annual data from the FBI). Over the same period internet access in the US has skyrocketed; in 1997 (the first year that the current population survey collected this information) only 18.6% of American’s had internet access in their homes. Today that number is above 71%.
It may seem like the relationship between internet access and rape is spurious, but evidence suggests that even after controlling for known determinants of rape rates (such as policing, urbanization, poverty and the age distributions), a 10% increase in internet access coincides with a fall in rape rates of 7.3%.
And here’s why it’s worth revisiting this as the journalistic dinosaurs in TV and print media continue to ramp up their anguished bellowing and braying against internet porn:
[N]ot good results for those who have tried for years, largely unsuccessfully, to prove that access to porn increase male violence. There are also some interesting implications for how we think about the motivation for rape. It is difficult, for example, to reconcile a belief that rape has nothing to do with the act of sex itself if the evidence suggests that teenage boys are choosing to masturbate in front of their computers instead of being rapists.
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Your vintage porn for the day, just because it made me smile:
From Titty Blog.
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Sorry, I could not read the content fromt this page.Bacchus: The Atrocidades Interview
Hey everybody, remember when Dr. Faustus got interviewed and profiled on Atrocidades.net? Well, this time it’s my turn:
ErosBlog/Bacchus Interview on Atrocidades.net
Thanks to the Atrocidades crew!
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Skinny Dipping Season
It’s not summer…yet. But I can smell it in the air, and that makes me think of scenes like this:
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Expressions of Surprise
I’m not sure exactly what these ladies expected. But this?
This was entirely predictable.
(Since that’s a fragile and ephemeral Tumblr link, let’s work on making it future-resistant: Backup Link #1, Backup Link #2)
Verbal Self-Defense, Anal Edition
A tweet from @AdeleHaze:
Got harrassed in the street with offer of anal sex. Informed the dickhead that I had a plastic cock and lots of lube if he was keen.
Too gentle, though. Dude wouldn’t have offered lube if things played out the way he meant it…
Why Rich Men Buy Boats
Via Erectus.
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Sorry, I could not read the content fromt this page.The Chained Man
It’s the cover art from a book cover seen on Twitter.
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Sorry, I could not read the content fromt this page.Bishops: Sex Abuse Rules!
I really think they meant this headline to be “Bishops Agree To Sex Abuse Rules”, but sadly, somebody in Ireland flailed:
Of course, it may look different by the time you see it.
Little Green Pervs
Busy, busy comics artist Lon Ryden will not rest just drawing his own The Perils of Penelope Pornstarr and my own Tales of Gnosis College. He’s let his imagination loose and created a series called “They Want Our Women,” a series of vignettes which show us just why those pervy little aliens are so eager to abduct comely human females. It’s for SCIENCE! Example:
And there’s more where that came from, you can bet your jetpack. You can look for them at Lon’s DeviantArt site, but if you really want the full-on uncensored versions, take a quick flip through this index: 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 A B. (I would guess that “B” is my favorite after the one depicted above, evidence that even pervert aliens suffer from management problems, but do peruse them all.) And if you like what you see, you can get more Lon also at his personal site or if you want something to hang on your wall that will start some really interesting conversations, buy his stuff.
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Pile O’ Penis
What the!!!??? I mean, what, and umm, why and oh who cares, I am lost for words….
Mollyxxx
Sorry, I could not read the content fromt this page.Mommy Blogging Done Better
Now this is mommy blogging I can get behind:
How Great Sex Made Me A Good Mom
That’s the name of the blog, not a post title. My favorite moment in a fast pass down the first page: asking the teenage son, as surreptitiously as possible (not very), how to find the cable channel with the good fucking music:
One night when we tired as usual but quite desperate to be each other’s arms I just really needed romance with the sex. I couldn’t take one more minute of quiet humping in the dark! I knew that I had seen some station that played many music videos in a row with Marmar. I tried to find it on demand with no luck. All the ones I saw were one video at a time. So I had to actually get up and put a robe on to ask him, just oh so casually, like I wanted to educate myself about R&B video on a random tuesday night at 10:55PM, “Honey what was that station that had the videos?”
“music choice”
“No not that one. The one with many playing a row.”
“BET Midnight Love….Where did you hide the Oreos?” Him yelling.
“Don’t wake up the boys. Behind the soup. …THANKS…” me half yelling down the stairs.
And that’s how we started having sex to the light and sounds of Midnight Love on BET on demand.
Hello heartbreak, bye bye bingo wings
Remember the joke about losing 13 stone of useless blubber by dumping your boyfriend? Well, it turns out this old gag is true in more ways than one. The hot-topic-du-jour is the latest fad diet to hit Hollywood. And it doesn’t involve only snacking during a full moon, or eating while riding a horse, or refusing foods that adhere to the laws of gravity.
Across Tinseltown, starlets including Eva Longoria, Sandra Bullock and Scarlett Johansson have all, at some point, shown how satisfying it can be to dump / be dumped by a man, shed a ton of weight, buy a teeny-tiny body-con dress, then look amazeballs on the red carpet in a way that says, ‘You FOOL! Imagine this, but NAKED!’
The best revenge on an ex has always been your own happiness (not, as you might think, sewing prawns into the hems of his favourite jeans). Posting pictures of yourself on Facebook looking slim and radiant – preferably draped over a handsome man – is a fool-proof cure (or at least temporary remedy) for heartbreak, especially if you get your mates to write comments like, ‘I can’t BELIEVE you bagged a millionaire. And to think he’s a seven-incher, too!’ underneath.
It’s also true that many of us have a few pounds to spare after a break-up, thanks to the takeaways, romantic dinners and home cooking which often accompany being loved-up. Which is why it’s kind of handy that heartbreak is the best way of losing weight ever.
When you’re mooning about, listening to Adele singing about stalking her ex and his new missus, telling them that for her it isn’t over, it’s hard for thoughts of Dominos pizza to creep into your head. And when you spend your evenings crying under a duvet, throwing your slippers at the telly whenever anyone on it kisses, food couldn’t be furthest from your mind.
When I split with my ex, I’d been trying for years to shed a stone. Six months later, I was 21lbs lighter and having to hold my size-14 skirts up with hair clips, but had barely noticed. It meant that when I eventually started to feel better and buy new clothes that fit, I was immediately rewarded with a massive ego boost.
Anyone who hadn’t seen me for six months – or even three – kept grabbing my twiggy little arms and shouting things like, ‘You look AMAZING!’, meaning I got more compliments without a boyfriend than I ever had done with one. I also managed to do up some size-10 trousers without the top half of my body turning purple, which was a uniquely thrilling experience.
Of course, none of it was worth it. I’d much, much, MUCH rather be a happy size 14 than a heartbroken size 10. Plus I felt a bit like false advertising made flesh – when I started dating someone new and eating pizza again, half a stone of the lost weight attached itself to my stomach within a matter of seconds – meaning the compliments have dried up too.
So if you look at Reese et al shimmying down the red carpet and feel a pang of envy, remember what they had to do to get there. Then, please, eat a slice of pizza.
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Honeymoon sex tips
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Wave goodbye to your friends and family as you’re driven away in the limo. Now say hello to a newly wed’s sex life, by getting frisky on the backseat. “Go as far as you dare – a few kisses or the whole way, it’s up to you,” says sex therapist Dr Ian Kerner, author of Passionista: The empowered woman's guide to pleasuring a man. “But just be sure to keep the excitement of the celebration going as long as possible.” Then, by the time you get to the hotel room, your man will be like a Champagne bottle cork – ready to explode at the slightest touch
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Celebrity couples age gaps
celebrity gossip,celebrity picturescelebrity couplesMusician Paul Weller, who dare we say, is a little on the sexy-side, has just got engaged to a girl who is 27 years his junior. To see if we’re missing a trick on dating someone from a different decade (or generation in Paul’s case), we take a look at the showbiz pairings who haven’t let the years between them get in the way of romance…Scarlett Johansson and Sean Penn
Give men a break
The idea of a ‘male pill' which would let us women off the contraceptive hook is nothing new. But this week, yet more research emerged showing that 52% of women would be concerned that their partners wouldn't remember to take it. Why? Too busy daydreaming about steaks and showgirls and G-strings and hot chilli sauce OBVIOUSLY.
Admittedly women who don't want a child have a more vested interest in not letting a baby take root in their bellies but surely men deserve a bit more credit than that? Moaning about how contraception should be a joint concern in one breath, and then writing men off as bumbling, forgetful idiots in the next is a bit like Simon Cowell telling Joe McElderry he's just sold out Wembley Stadium. Plain daft.
But this casual belief that men are imbecilic robots, haphazardly veering between watching balls being placed in various holes (sport) and scanning for the next opportunity to put their balls near other holes (sex), is alarmingly widespread.
Let me take Don't Tell The Bride as an example (gwoan, let me). This programme, in which brides give their grooms sole control of the Biggest and Most Important Day of Their Lives (By God You'd Better Not F#cking Mess This Up) is a weekly lesson in the blanket underestimation of men. Obviously the whole tension of the programme depends on the groom and his mates sitting around for two and a half weeks spending all their cash on Becks instead of table decorations but the brides have such little faith in their husbands-to-be you're often left wondering 1. Why the hell did you go on this programme, and 2. Why the hell are you marrying him if you're convinced he's such a cretin?
On the wedding day itself, the bride is usually so overwhelmed that her bloke has managed to cobble together a ceremony, a suit and a party, she bursts into sobs while repeating ‘I never thought you'd manage it, Dave!' Anything extra - balloons, a speech, a cake - and she's liable to disappear up her own meringued backside in sheer disbelief.
The point is, why are we so obsessed with making men out to be such doofuses (- doofii)? Most of the men I know wouldn't need a male pill to be ground up and cleverly sprinkled in their offal pie - they'd swallow it down along with their OJ and multi-vitamin.
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