Notice from the Department of the Treasury
Enlarge your man tool in 3 months.
With due respect, Sir/Madam
Horny slut fucked in back seat of car.
Category: Sexual Humor
Posted on 9/19/2008 4:18:21 AM by Gloria Brame
Fetish Film festival in Germany
Worth a trip to Kiel, Germany, this November 2008 fetish film fest looks utterly enchanting, with screenings and parties and more. Thanks to the Festival Team for letting me know about it.
Traum GmbH - Kiel - Multikulturelles Centrum - k
Don't forget to check out their awesome links too. BDSM/fetish film fests are expanding across the globe. Wondrous.
Oh Dear Me. This takes cheerleader role-play to a whole new level.
Mom allegedly uses daughter's ID to be cheerleader
A 33-year-old woman stole her daughter's identity to attend high school and join the cheerleading squad, according to a criminal complaint filed against the woman. Wendy Brown, of Green Bay, faces a felony identity theft charge after enrolling in Ashwaubenon High School as her 15-year-old daughter, who lives in Nevada with Brown's mother.
According to the complaint, Brown wanted to get her high school degree and become a cheerleader because she didn't have a childhood and wanted to regain a part of her life that she'd missed. Brown allegedly attended cheerleading practices before school started, received a cheerleader's locker and went to a pool party at the cheerleading coach's house.
So -- think she got any action from the football team?
Does anyone know the current status of these charges and whether the club is still operating?
Sounds like club owners failed to ensure that they were in compliance with local laws. Inexperience or sloppy management, but either way, when you open a business, and particularly a sex-related business, you are highly vulnerable to busts if you don't have your permits in order. Locating BDSM/swinger play-spaces in residential zones almost guarantees you'll get closed down, especially if you're successful.
Town officials issue summonses to new adult club
Babylon Town officials issued numerous summonses to the owners of the Zodiac Lounge in West Babylon last week after they learned that the owners were operating a “a hot new swingers” and bondage club there. Two weeks ago, the owners, Felice and Dora Rubino, advertised that they were offering “Long Island’s only fetish and BDSM Club” night every Thursday, offering “on premises play, multiple mistresses to satisfy any submissive desires and Guest Mistresses every week.”
The Club is located at 760 Sunrise Highway, just hundreds of yards from residential homes, said Town officials. It violates local codes and ordinances that require that adult-use facilities not be within 1,000 feet of residential properties.
Tickets were issued to the Rubinos and the Zodiac Lounge Thurs., Aug. 28 for failing to have a proper public assembly permit, and using the premises in opposition to the permitted use and approved plans. Additional summonses are expected to be written later this week, said a Town spokesman.
Guessing these are from the late 19th/early 20th century (if you have a better estimate, please chime in). Not sure if they actually were dommes, but these poses are suggestive and the women dangerously inviting.
From my POV, none of the models in Playboy (or most fetish magazines, for that matter) hold a candle to these vintage sex kittens in terms of totally natural, utterly seductive beauty. One of the ironies, for me, is that while these photos were taken at a time when women were completely socially oppressed, the charming and fanciful poses make them seem so lovable and desirable and approachable. I get the sense that the men who took these photos actually adored women.
Contemporary photos, particularly of the men's magazine variety, deliver plastic, unapproachable, and completely unnatural looking models that speak more to some juvenile male fantasy of how women should look than how women actually do look. Playboy models usually look as if they were put through a machine that chews them up and spits out an undifferentiated blur of fake tits, bleached hair, and air-brushed beauty.
But is there not a higher value -- morally, spiritually, and most importantly, erotically --in displaying women's bodies as nature made them, and then shooting them to advantage? To me, it speaks to people who respected and adored the feminine form. These vintage babes are normal-looking women and, to my eye, a thousand times sexier than Playboy's plastic dolls.
Special thanks to photographer S.N. Jacobson for giving me permission to share some of his magnificent images of Burning Man '08. Oh, how I wish I'd been there! Here are some random selections from his slideshow.
See the complete slideshow of Burning Man '08 by S.N. Jacobson.
I gave that saucy new boyfriend of mine a spanking a month ago and he loved it. Now, it seems I have unleashed a monster. He wants bondage and discipline all the time and it's not my only interest. I'm into costumes and role playing and water sports and all kinds of wild things.
All he wants now is BDSM and I have to do all the work. How do I tell my boyfriend the thing I introduced him to is now turning me off? If he doesn't get it, he whines so long I finally give it to him -- and hard, because I'm frustrated -- and then he loves it all the more. Help! I love him.
Bored Whipless
Wolseley
Dear Whipless
He may be going overboard with this adventure because he lacks knowledge about other variations. You can have fun remedying that problem, especially if you love him.
Make a study of every sexual variation, even if you already know about most of them. Let him know when you want him to take charge and when you want to be in power. Take him to sex shops and bookstores to stock up on toys and information. Send for how-to tapes and erotic movies. This will turn out to be a lot of fun, and your problem will most likely disappear when his education and horizons are broadened.
Link: Miss Lonelyhearts - Sept. 13
What I love about this is that it's a mainstream publication and Miss Lonelyhearts doesn't even question the spanking, just suggests this budding femdom experiment more with other fetishes.
Don't let your libido get in the way of your common sense if this new phishing scam hits your mailbox.
Obama sex video? Hardly. It's spyware spreading via e-mail
A malicious spam e-mail is spreading that claims to have a link to a sex video of [Barack] Obama but is instead spyware that steals sensitive data from the computer.
The subject line says "Obama sex video!!!" and the e-mail appears to come from "infonews@obama.com, Graham Cluley.... Clicking on the link downloads an executable file that plays an amateur porn video, but Obama is not in it. Meanwhile, behind the scenes a Trojan horse known as Mal/Hupig-D is installed.
Category: Sexual Politics
Posted on 9/14/2008 5:36:34 PM by Gloria Brame
Just when you think you've seen it all
along comes a rapper who dresses like an Adult Baby.
Lil' Mama's fashion sins on Black Voices
I mean, okay, it's perfectly normal when adults pee their diapers and get spanked, but dressing up as an AB to make a fashion statement? Now, that's really perverted.
From a photo series by erotic artist Dave Nestler:
Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 9/11/2008 4:19:13 AM by Gloria Brame
...and then came stormy puppy dreams
I've always had an exceptionally colorful dream life. Vivid, explicit, graphic, real: strong emotions, filled with sounds and smells and physical sensations too. Once, as a girl, I woke up with the taste of cherry tobacco in my mouth because I'd dreamt all night of a man I loved who smoked a pipe. In dreams I've had sex with men I've never had sex with, and torrid, mysterious encounters with men I've never met. I've had orgasms in sleep too and times when I woke up so overwhelmed with lust, I've had to climax before getting out of bed. I've had certain recurring dreams all my life too, and almost all of them have centered on three themes. First, that the world is ending and the things of man exploding and imploding, bombed into conflagrations, and sometimes surrealistic harbingers of doom (a tower of light; Pegasus in flames; I even once dreamt that dolphins were the new master race and woke up still shivering because I could still feel a fin in my hands). The morning of September 11th I had to pinch myself to be sure I was awake because I had seen such scenes of devastation in my dreams: fires, explosions, structural collapses Since childhood, I've dreamt of labyrinthian structures, houses with rooms that led to other rooms and halls that never ended; homes filled with strange furnishings and infinite numbers of bathrooms. And my earliest recurring dream involves telephones. I'm in danger, I'm shut off from the world, no money in my pocket, death lurks on every corner, and my life depends on calling the man in my life -- but I can't. For over 40 years, my dream telephones have played every manner of trick on me: from foreign operators who can't understand what I'm saying, to dials with blurred or erased numbers, to crossed wires. I'd wake from those recurring phone dreams feeling more tired than when I went to bed. Bringing to mind Strother Martin's famous line in Cool Hand Luke: "What've we've got here is a failure to communicate."
But last night, when I finally fell asleep after the magnificent storm, I dreamt about puppies. That's right, puppies. I was walking along a crowded highway and found an abandoned dog. I had to rescue him. When I finally reached my destination my own dogs where there, including our two dogs who died in the last year, along with some I'd never seen before. All of them sad little dogs I'd taken in. They piled on top of me and it was all I could do to hug and cuddle them all. So many little lost dogs. All of them begging for hugs. One even tried to suckle on me.
I'm laughing as I type this, but I'm wondering: where were the men? Were the dogs merely metaphors? Or has Aunt Gloria's Home for Lost Boys transmogrified into a dog rescue?
A wild and wonderful thunderstorm is raging through our woods. I've opened a window to hear its rolling thunder and to breathe in its gusts of cool winds. Intense storms always stir a curious admixture of excitement and awe in me, and instinctive anxiety when the thunder makes the house shake. I'm tired but I can't sleep yet, not when this gorgeous chaos is flooding our thirsty gardens and swelling our creek. It's the first really solid rain we've had in months.
For some reason I'm thinking about someone I knew long ago, so long ago that it feels like our love affair was a dream. It's been years since I've heard from him. It's been years since he's heard from me. I wonder where he is tonight, and whether it's raining outside his window, and if it is, whether it thrills him as much as it thrills me. I wonder what he's doing and, if I'm really honest, I wonder who he's doing too. Is he reading or surfing the Internet right now -- or is he in bed with a woman, saying things to her that he once said to me? If he thinks of me, does it all feel like a dream to him too? But perhaps he never thinks of me. Perhaps I passed through his life like the storm that rages tonight, something that fills you with emotions but only for as long as it lasts, and when it's over, nothing's left, not even a memory.
This fantastically rare condition-- a type of HPV -- makes a body develop tree-like growths. Known as "the tree man of Indonesia," Dede Koswara believes his condition was caused by an infection he caught and, alas, neglected as a teenager. His hands and feet are simply amazing. There's a kind of beauty in this strangeness. But it has made his life hellish. Here's a youtube vid from last year, describing his plight.
Thanks to an American doctor who reached out to help, a recent surgery to remove 13 pounds of growth has significantly improved Mr. Koswara's quality of life.
Category: Sexual Beauty
Posted on 9/10/2008 4:07:47 AM by Gloria Brame
Do-It-Yourself Penis Piercing
In the category of PLEASE, for God's sake, don't try this at home...unless you want to take your modern primitivism to a new level of masochism.
Traditional penis-piercing (for ampallang) tool from Borneo. Frighteningly self-explanatory, no? For sale on eBay, with more photos, in case you're interested.
I love seeing how different artists interpret the same theme. Here are four variations (by artist, style and period) on the Queen of Hearts.
Blurred signature on this delightfully whimsical illustration, but I think of her as the Queen of roasted hearts. Probably from a vintage postcard.
Blurred signature on this bit of cheese-cake:
by pin-up artist Vaughan Bass:
by contemporary artist Meryle Karloff Holmes:
Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 9/10/2008 4:05:54 AM by Gloria Brame
FOUND: Erotic photos by Sutherland
For photo collectors, a large portfolio of B&W photos of beautifully natural-looking women in suggestive erotic poses from an eBay vendor, Sutherland Studios. This was one of my favorites.
Category: Sexual Beauty
Posted on 9/10/2008 4:04:56 AM by Gloria Brame
FOUND: Demonic charcoal
Saw this interesting surrealistic image credited to "Castello" and googled the name. I'm guessing it's the work of Lorenzo Castello, because he is known for his charcoals. If anyone knows the title of the piece or if it's part of a series, please let me know.
Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 9/9/2008 4:46:29 AM by Gloria Brame
Tale of the Trans Yeshiva Teacher
I think it's pretty fantastic that a Yeshiva has shown this degree of enlightenment. Naturally, some rabbis are freaking out about it, claiming it is immoral and that there's nothing in Jewish law that allow for transsexuals. But it seems many students welcome the university's enlightened attitudes, and that the university president stands firm behind the decision.
Personally, I think it is an historic moment for all sexual minorities, and pray that other institutions will follow this school's lead.
A Yeshiva University professor left two years ago as a man - and returned last week as a woman.
Literature Professor Joy Ladin, formerly known as Jay Ladin, 47, showed up for her first day of school sporting pink lipstick, a tight purple shirt and a flirty black skirt. She cheerfully strutted through the doors of the Midtown campus' main building, where she oversees the writing center.