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Aussie pol in big stink

All I can say is hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Australian politician admits sniffing woman's chair

An Australian political leader broke down at a news conference Tuesday as he admitted that he had sniffed the chair of a female colleague.

Apparently he is a repeat offender too.

Buswell has previously admitted to snapping the bra of a staffer for the Labor Party.

Category: Sexual Strangeness
Posted on 5/1/2008 2:10:20 AM by Gloria Brame

And so and so and so it goes

I've been too bummed to blog but coming out of it now. Late Friday, exactly one week, almost to the hour, after Bobo died, my mother-in-law passed. She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer almost 16 months ago, and so we knew it was only a waiting game. It was a hard and long wait, further complicated by a lot of very complicated family history but I loved my mom-in-law. She was more of a mother to me than my own mother: she listened; she cared; she accepted. Even though I rarely got the chance to let her know, I hope she did -- I think she did. Will is handling it well -- we've been expecting this news for over a year, alas, and he was very reconciled. He is amazingly stoic when it comes to life to death.

Meanwhile all these existential shifts in the nature of our familial realities has driven me to direct emotions and energies at the garden. Everything is feeling so good and so right out there. So many plans, made so long ago, are coming to fruition. Shrubs planted as scrappy pathetic little seedlings, which stood in a limp row like disaffected orphans, are now turning into the hearty, fecund bushes of my imagination. Dead sandy gunk where even weeds wouldn't grow is sweet, wormy loam now, swelling with lush perennials. From a few seeds scattered five years ago, which refused to find purchase in the soil of old, there is now a jungle of yarrow, some already beginning to blossom. Plants I gave up on have decided to live after all, and are putting up robust new stems and leaves. From three tiny primrose starts which barely survived the first year, their third-generation babies have colonized a central bed, poking pink heads up through azaleas and around blueberries.

In trying to bring order to the chaos of the woods here, I opted for something one might call Darwinian Gardening. It was all about the survival of the fittest. I planted thousands and thousands of things out there, in every possible stage of life, from seeds to mature shrubs. The first year was pretty disastrous because almost everything I planted failed or looked unhappy, including mature plants I'd dug from my Atlanta garden and which had been super-reliable for me there. By year two, I realized I could not make any assumptions about the soil, water or light conditions here, and reconciled myself to continuing to lose plants until I amended soil throughout the 2 acre garden area. Years three and four were pretty much dedicated to that effort. I still haven't achieved perfect soil everywhere but I have definitely learned a lot about the land.

Meanwhile, I kept planting and planting and planting, experimenting with everything I could find that I thought might enjoy living in this ecosystem. Once established, though, plants received only minimal care. Weeding, occasional fertilizing (or composting), light trimmings, and dead-heading -- but no fussing. Species that failed more than twice here were never planted again. Everything got a chance to be moved to at least one other spot but if they still couldn't make it, they got crossed off the list. To live here, you have to be a survivor: independent, vigorous for your own reasons, determined to adapt. I've visited home gardens where you can tell that each and every plant has received loving daily care, carefully coaxed to flourish. Not here. I kept my focus on improving living conditions, and let the plants worry about the rest. Embarrassing but true, I had any number of hellaciously scraggly looking suckers out there, and was kind of waiting for them to die to try other species in their spots. Some did crap out, but others (particularly two mock orange bushes I planted as twigs and which had done absolutely nothing but get slightly taller for four years) are now all pumped up with leaves and buds and ready to bloom.

I switched to organic gardening a few years ago and don't use fertilizers or weed-killer. A steady supply of leaf mold, courtesy of the mixed hardwood forest, helps: plants are thriving on "forest food." Anything and everything organic gets added to the soil, from bone meal and lime brought home in giant bags to coffee grounds and shredded newspapers carried out of the house (aka "lasagna gardening", where you layer organic materials on your beds). We keep an eye on bugs but try to stick with organic methods of control. Honestly, I don't mind chewed up leaves here and there, so tend to be lenient unless they get out of control. Probably my favorite form of organic bug control is to send Jen on a canna leaf-roller killing expedition. The girl just loves to crush those little leaf-rolling worms....with a demented look of glee in her eyes, I should add.

Anyway... it's becoming a naturalized garden, which is what a forest garden should be. Formal would look bizarre in the midst of woods with a country-style house. I figured that plants that weren't quite right for these conditions needed to die, leaving room for the plants that love it here. Those species have finally taken over and I'm hoping for a spectacular summer show.

In the comments section, someone mentioned the link between gardening and sex and dominance. Yes. Flowers are sex organs and that is part of the thrill of it. So beautiful, so strange, so fragile, so intoxicating: so very deeply sexual to be in a garden. So alive. There's a link to my dominant side too and the power to create positive change. In five years, you can take a barren woodland clearing and transform it into an oasis. It requires a lot of hard work, a deep focus, and commitment. You control the life and death of not just the thousands of visible plant lives, but a million seldom seen or invisible lives. Everywhere you stick a shovel these days, you find wriggling worms and a dozen other fat little creatures of the soil. Everywhere you go there are frogs and lizards and insects and rodents and garden snakes who have taken up permanent residence. Hundreds of wild birds visit our feeders. Sulphurs and swallowtails are dancing all over the sunny sky. At twilight bats excitedly careen overhead. The satisfaction of this, the feeling of "wow I made this happen" is a lot like the high I get from dominating.

But there is a crucial difference. Gardening keeps you humble. You may have created a garden but to the garden itself you are only the help: the real gardener, unseen and mystical, has done you a favor by giving you the opportunity to serve. You are there to provide, to guide, to assist. But your power is limited. Your success depends on a confluence of events that will always remain beyond your control -- climate, predators, pests, diseases, and, sometimes, the depredations of time.

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pleasures of the Garden
Posted on 4/27/2008 4:44:43 PM by Gloria Brame

Graphic books by today's artists

I noticed both artists featured today also have books filled with their fabulously fetishistic work. Visit Amazon to browse their sizzling graphic novels.

Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/26/2008 11:01:51 AM by Gloria Brame

Erotic Art Show: Michael Manning

The second artist in the ObsessionArt.Com galleries that I'm showcasing today is Michael Manning. His work looked so familiar to me when I first glanced at it, and then I discovered why. He has contributed to some of the most beautiful European fetish magazines ever published, including the legendary Marquis. His high-quality, fantastic fetish art left a lasting impression on me and, I hope, you'll feel the same after seeing this selection of his work.

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Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/26/2008 11:00:54 AM by Gloria Brame

Erotic Art Friday - 04/25/08: Nik Guerra

Sometimes surfing for erotic art yields wonderful little surprises - and stumbling upon an Internet fine art print vendor who specializes in erotica was one of those lucky finds. I was immediately drawn to the work of Nik Guerra and contacted the people behind ObsessionArt.Com for permission to feature him and another artist or two in my weekly show. Not only did they extend very friendly consent to show work from their galleries but they also invited me to join their brand new affiliate program. You'll see their banners now running here in the side columns, and I am also going to direct link to the artists I select (look for the banner at the end of the show) so that you can check out the rest of the artist's work on the Obsession site, plus order any prints.

Over the next couple of weeks I plan to feature several more of their wonderful fetish artists in my shows. Hope you will check them out, or at least take a gander at their large selection of kinky art prints. Thanks again to the generous folks at Obsession for partnering with me in sharing fine erotic art with discerning pervy adult.

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Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/26/2008 10:59:59 AM by Gloria Brame

Intimations of Immorality

Wake up, dear. It's almost time for the Erotic Art Show.

Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/25/2008 11:11:26 AM by Gloria Brame

The Ur-Garfield

OMG. How is the poor thing even able to walk? 35 lb cat (though it looks even bigger).

First saw it on cuteoverload, then hopped over to Ananova to read the story of the "real life Garfield". It sure doesn't look real, though.

Category: Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 4/25/2008 11:10:29 AM by Gloria Brame

Menstrual blood may hold medical cures

Well WOW. Fascinating. Better than stem cells! I wonder what other research doors this study will open.

The monthly discomfort many women see as a curse could pay off someday as Japanese researchers say menstrual blood can be used to repair heart damage.

Scientists obtained menstrual blood from nine women and cultivated it for about a month, focusing on a kind of cell that can act like stem cells.

Some 20 percent of the cells began beating spontaneously about three days after being put together in vitro with cells from the hearts of rats. The cells from menstrual blood eventually formed sheet-like heart-muscle tissue.

The success rate is 100 times higher than the 0.2-0.3 percent for stem cells taken from human bone marrow, according to Shunichiro Miyoshi, a cardiologist at Keio University's school of medicine.

Scientists say menstrual blood can repair hearts s

Category: Sexual Science and Medicine
Posted on 4/24/2008 3:17:32 PM by Gloria Brame

Who owns your ass?

I guess today's meme is "sexual civil liberties," because this is another story about a situation where what people want, and what doctors/lawyers believe is appropriate for them, clash.

It's a strange little ruling about a very peculiar case. Pervs may enjoy the nonconsensual SM medical scene twist to it, but the ethics of this case bothers me a tad.

N.Y. jury rejects lawsuit over rectal exam man didn't want

A hospital did nothing wrong when it tried to examine the rectum of a construction worker who had been hit on the head by a falling wooden beam, a jury found Monday....

Marrone said Persaud, 38, was injured while working at a construction site in midtown Manhattan on May 20, 2003. Persaud received eight stitches for a cut over his eyebrow at the hospital, but denied emergency room staffers' request to examine his rectum, the lawyer said. He said doctors told Persaud the exam could help determine whether the accident caused spinal damage.

When Persaud resisted, staffers held him down while he begged, "Please don't do that," Marrone said. Persaud hit a doctor while flailing around, so the staffers gave him a powerful sedative and performed the rectal exam, he said.

Hospital witnesses testified at trial that the exam was never completed, but Marrone said that when Persaud woke up he was handcuffed to a bed and had an oxygen tube down his throat and lubricant in his rectum.

My first reaction to this story was that it sounded like an episode of House, where a patient is forced to undergo a test or treatment s/he doesn't want because brilliant diagnostician House knows what's best and will act accordingly, in the name of science. It makes for a very entertaining premise on a TV show -- and clearly it stands up in court. But ethically? Morally? I think there are some open questions here.

I'm guessing that hospital staff saw a head injury, assumed that someone with a head injury might be raving or delusional from said injury, particularly when he started flailing and trying to stop them from saving his life, and would then knock him out and do the test anyway, knowing it was the standard medical care for anyone with a head injury. No doubt they were in line with hospital guidelines and my guess is the jury believed the docs behaved ethically as well.

BUT. Who really owns your ass? I mean, once you step into a hospital setting, do you also automatically cede your right to your ass (or balls, vagina, penis, breasts)? Should doctors sedate you to perform a test you explicitly said you didn't want? Perhaps this guy had some kind of homophobic complex. Perhaps he had horrible hemmorhoids. Or maybe he had some other, more traumatic association with anal penetration that doesn't make sense to other people but does to him. In fact -- what if he'd rather die than have anyone anally examine him?

It may sound nutty but it isn't. We all have our emotional quirks, our crosses to bear, our hidden traumas. I know from clinical experience that people do develop phobias and traumatic associations with intimate areas of their body; for some the trauma of undergoing certain tests or procedures is more frightening to them than the risk to their life if they don't. It isn't logical but that doesn't make it any less legitimate: human emotions matter. Or they should. As do individual liberties and the right to decide what happens to your body.

In the end, this guy was anally raped twice: by a medical staff which plainly needs a lot more training in bedside manner; and by the courts which apparently did not take his emotional suffering seriously. I hope the poor guy gets some sympathetic counseling and can get on with his life, without feeling too scarred by the experience. My fear is that if he's ever in an accident again, he will refuse to go to a hospital altogether.

Categories: Post-Modern Pop Culture Sex Laws and Crimes Sexual Science and Medicine
Posted on 4/24/2008 3:16:35 PM by Gloria Brame

Thailand limits ladyboys

Thailand has recently decided to outlaw "cosmetic castration" (meaning elective castration), making it more difficult for ladyboys to transition.

story link

Thailand's health chiefs barred hospitals and clinics from castrating would-be "ladyboys" amid growing concern about the operation being seen as a cheap and quick alternative to a full sex-change.

In a letter to 16,000 private health units, the Public Health Ministry said doctors performing the operation outside formal sex-change therapy -- which requires rigorous physical and mental evaluation of the patient -- faced up to six months in jail....

Thailand is home to a large number of "ladyboys," or "katoey" in Thai, a term that covers anything from a transvestite to a man who has undergone a full sex change.

The tolerance shown towards the "third sex," as it is often referred to, has led to the country becoming a world leader in sex-change surgery.

However, at the lower end of the market, clinics have responded to demand from teenage boys to look more like girls by posting Internet advertisements offering castration for as little as 4,000 baht ($125).

Not sure what to think about this. On one hand, I don't see why -- in a world where people are getting bizarre cosmetic surgeries of every possible kind without governments seeming to care -- the Thai would suddenly target castration. Surgically speaking, it's far less risky than a boob job or face-lift.

On the other hand, I share their concern about teenagers getting the surgery and thus making a decision in adolescence that they might profoundly regret later in life. But then couldn't they just set an age limit on this and not target the surgery itself?

It has been a standard of professional care that a transitioning TS has to go through a 1-2 year long process of counseling and "real life experience" (in the sex one is transitioning to) before a complete surgical sex change is okayed by medical authorities. I'm not sure, however, whether this necessarily means we should institute laws to govern this.

I suppose a therapist shouldn't throw this out there, but then, I'm not your typical therapist. So here's my question: should adults have a right to fuck up their lives or is it up to the government to see that we don't?

Categories: Sex and Culture Sexual Health Sexual Politics
Posted on 4/24/2008 3:15:37 PM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: on my feeder yesterday

While getting the first cup of coffee of the day, I was blown away by blue at the feeder.

Indigo Blue.

image via Ms. Lume@flickr

It was so so blue, so tiny, so beautiful. A few things I just learned about this charming little bird.

The Indigo Bunting migrates at night, using the stars for guidance. It learns its orientation to the night sky from its experience as a young bird observing the stars. All About Birds

A group of buntings are collectively known as "a decoration of buntings", "a mural of buntings", and a "sacrifice of buntings." Whatbird.com

Despite the appearances of monogamy, recent advances in genetic analyses have revealed that 20-40% of the buntings born in a season are fathered by males other than the holder of the territory in which the young are born. Another fly in the pudding of nuclear family life is that about 15% of breeding males will have as many as four females on their territory, either simultaneously or over a season. The Smithsonian

They're polygamous star-guided lovers! Wish I could see a flock of them, so I can say I saw a sacrifice of buntings.

(OTOH, that might make some people think I witnessed some strange voodoo ritual......)

Categories: Pets and Animal Love Pleasures of the Garden
Posted on 4/24/2008 3:14:39 PM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: world's worst infidelity product

I thought this was a spoof at first but, no, modern science (or at least quacks looking to make a buck off it) has devised a DIY forensic kit for insanely jealous men.

Some of the ad copy, and a picture of the product.

Do you suffer from the nightmare of suspicion and doubt caused by the infidelity of a cheating spouse? Find out what's really going on, the quick and easy way with CheckMate.

CheckMate is a patented home use semen detection test kit that instantly detects traces of dried semen that can be found in a woman's underwear after sex.

from Spygadgets.com

Sure, by all means: start looking for spoo samples in your wife or girlfriend's underwear. In fact, why limit its applications? Want to make sure your daughter isn't fucking every yahoo in the neighborhood: make her give you her panties. How about your Mom -- you don't want interlopers getting too close to your Sainted Mother, much less your sainted inheritance. And how about that woman at work who just beat you out of a promotion and you think it's because she's fucking the boss!. Yeah. If you could land your hands on her undies, you might get the hard evidence to prove why you got screwed.

It's the perfect gift for violent, abusive men with hair-trigger tempers, don't you think?

Categories: Post-Modern Pop Culture Sex and Relationships Sex and Technology
Posted on 4/23/2008 7:52:34 PM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: titfly

Category: Sexual Strangeness
Posted on 4/23/2008 7:51:37 PM by Gloria Brame

LLC in the Bay

In case any leather people, or folks who like to keep up with goings on in the organized Scene, missed this, a nice little piece -- with pictures of organizers and speakers -- about the Leather Leadership conference in SF, by the inimitable Mister Marcus. I wonder how the food was. Hmm.

Check out:

Success! We love success!

There can be no less than tons of accolades for the local coordinating committee of the 12th annual Leather Leadership Council. It took place in San Francisco last weekend....

First off, the attendance of some 335 registered delegates is the highest ever for the Leather Leadership Conference. Add three dynamic and spirited speakers (Race Bannon, Richard Thorn, and Patrick Califia), dozens of expert panelists in a score of interesting and important tracks, and an avid number of people thirsting for the knowledge, expertise and experience to make themselves better candidates for future leadership roles in the "alive and well" leather/BDSM world.

Category: Sex and Sadomasochism
Posted on 4/23/2008 7:50:37 PM by Gloria Brame

Prostitution, money slavery, could be genetic

Though the study, or at least this report about the study, doesn't go there, one logical inference is that the men are hard-wired for prostitution.

Men's brains found to link sex, money

Using brain scans, researchers from Northwestern and Stanford universities, have shown that when young men are shown erotic pictures they are more likely to make a larger financial gamble than if they were shown a picture of items like a snake or stapler.

One of my personal gripes about sex laws is how stupidly sexist it is to target prostitutes while letting johns walk free. I've always said that if you're going to make a normal consensual adult sexual behavior a crime, you should at least enforce it justly. (Ok, ok, of course, I think it's disgusting that consensual adult sexual behaviors of ANY kind are crimes: sex laws are just another way for a government to force religious ideology down the throats of the sheep-like.) BUT the reality is that we are all subject to these laws. So is it too much to ask that the government at least dispense its obligations in a fair and just manner, and not limit itself to punishing the vulnerable class (sex-workers) while giving the monied class (clients) a free pass?

This study suggests that the root of such things as prostitution -- and the whole notion of money for sex -- may well be a genetic feature of male psychology in the first place. Though Western society is wedded to the notion of the evil woman (you know, just like the chick who made Adam chomp an apple in Eden), maybe behind every evil woman is a man whispering "fuck me and I'll give you a diamond ring," because he was genetically programmed that way. And perhaps women have been reacting to the male fetish all along -- and not, as so popularly believed in our culture -- because they are, by nature, ruthless gold-diggers. Of course, now I would love to see a study showing whether women are wired to enjoy getting money for sex the way men enjoy giving it for sex. Maybe it is our biology that makes us want men to spoil us with gifts?

The study raises a bunch of interesting questions about the phenomenon of "money slavery." There are different terms for it, but in brief it's the fetish for giving dominant women money as part of your service to, or ownership by, them. Its watered-down BDSM version is to be found in the "tribute" ritual, where pro dommes ask for gifts and cash beyond the fees they already charge. Vanilla-wise you see it when girls advertise for sugar-daddies, not to mention all the ones who accept rent money in exchange for a sexual relationship. Should I even mention all the ladies who will only marry rich? Maybe not.

But in its most extreme and harmful versions, money-slaves can easily be exploited or extorted to the point of bankruptcy and self-hatred. Sometimes it's with the slave's knowing and self-destructive consent but more often through criminal manipulations on the part of the sex-worker/con artist.

Are men hard-wired, to some degree, to want or need to give women money when aroused? Apparently so. Is a hardcore money fetishist, therefore, someone who, through the luck of the draw, got a little more of this or a little less of that in the genetic roll of the dice? If so, does that make it different from other fetishes -- or is this beginning of discovering that genetic pre-disposition plays a substantial role in the development of all fetishes?

Category: Sexual Science and Medicine
Posted on 4/23/2008 7:49:38 PM by Gloria Brame

Congolese getting dicked around

Oh dear God, it's time for yet another stolen-penis panic in a third world country. Every few years this story crops up, in Africa or India or elsewhere, and mass hysteria strikes otherwise normal people.

Police in Congo have arrested 13 suspected sorcerers accused of using black magic to steal or shrink men's penises ...

Link: Lynchings in Congo as penis theft panic hits capital

Just ONCE, I'd like to see a local government do something useful. Instead of the validating the mass hysteria by re-enforcing the belief that sorcerers are to blame, it would be so very very nice if someone made the effort to educate people out of this comical-to-us but pretty-damn-terrifying-to-them myth.

It's easy for Westerners to scoff but we have our own nonsensical beliefs and bizarre religious myths. The Congolese probably laugh when they hear about all the people in North America who think they see the Virgin Mary in a tree-knot or a piece of toast. And I guess that hailing from a country where we encourage children to believe in Santa Claus, I've got a lot of hair to suggest that the Congolese need to grow up and get over the belief that magic can steal your genitals or change their size.

Guess I'm hairy, because I do. It's time for local politicians and helping professionals to take action against some enduring social myths, such as that one's manhood could be stolen through the malign magic of witch-doctors. Imagine if you were raised with that belief. Imagine if you were afraid to leave the house because your very socio-sexual identity could be stolen from you if you do. Hard to fathom the emotional panic and stress of believing such a thing. It isn't the penis per se, but what it must mean to them socially: a black magic that can, at any time, make them romantically undesirable, socially outcast, sexless, a laughingstock, unable to reproduce and perhaps unable, therefore, to marry.

Could someone PLEASE help these people, for goodness sake? If locals think it's too difficult to re-educate people or try to change their spiritual beliefs, maybe a little old-fashioned American elbow grease would do the trick. I'd love to see Jenna Jameson and Nina Hartley head up a special envoy of charitable American porn stars to fluff these men in their hour of need.

Category: Sex and Spirituality
Posted on 4/23/2008 7:48:41 PM by Gloria Brame

My Country Garden: April 22, 2008

Come take a walk through our gardens with us. Will took all these shots earlier today with our nifty new Canon PowerShot A590.

First, a view of the house as seen from a row of very vigorous blueberries.

Some friends gave us a Buddha Dog for the garden (thanks R&C!), and he now occupies a shady little shrine outside the front door. Behinds him (in pots) variegated ivy and a variegated creeping hydrangea.

I was working on a planter when a bright red light flashed in my eye. I realized I was staring into the psychedelic neck feathers of a hummingbird. He recognized me as friend. If he'd recognized me as foe, he would've dive-bombed my head. Hummers are as viciously territorial as they are beautiful. I've planted a ton of things to lure them here.

The old canna bed, now about one fifth its original size with some of the giant rocks Will dug up. For scale, the cannas are about 2 ft. tall now.

One of the new canna beds, at the edge of the woods. Same cannas, same height, in a new sunny area we had cleared last year. They can grow and grow into a wall now. One day, there will be a huge pond back there

Close-up of my favorite irises

Same irises, with blue lobelia in the boxes behind them (and daylilies and yarrow surrounding them)

Heavenly bamboo berries.

A now-destroyed red ant hill. It was massive -- this is after I chopped it down with a shovel. It ate one of our lights.

These euonymous were about one foot tall and scraggly when I planted them. Now they are beginning to overgrow the azalea they're surrounding.

Some fruit-bearing trees that Jen planted: fig trees and, on the right, a paw-paw.

A leather mahonia, ripe with berries. The red behind them are lorapetalum.

Native phlox (in a weedy tree box) beside an oak. The irises will be blooming soon.

Some photinia we planted near the wood's edge.

Happy pieris in a box by the front deck. The boxes out front were filled with rocks and sterile soil when we got here.

Potted geranium between pots of sedum.

Red azales in full bloom.

Small bed of annual salvia, filling in where mums will take over later this year.

View to the garden shed, past azaleas and hydrangeas.

Shady rock bed at the end of the deck.

Geraniums don't feed hummers but the flowers draw them in. They love to see red flowers in a garden and will move in early if you put some out.

And, finally, Bobo's peaceful grave

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pleasures of the Garden
Posted on 4/22/2008 10:40:46 PM by Gloria Brame

Marathon in Penis Land

Thanks to Mike for finding this surrealistically strange, award-winning ad for "Marathon Endurance" condoms. Give this artist all due props -- and another well deserved dose of shrooms.

link

Categories: Sex and Arts Sex and Culture
Posted on 4/22/2008 10:39:55 PM by Gloria Brame

Nonconsensual interspecies celebrity watersports

Here's an image that totally classes up the NY Post's Page Six: the lovely Natalie Portman getting anointed by someone who wants to make her his bitch. (And, really, who wouldn't want to?)

NATALIE PORT-A-POTTY

Categories: Pets and Animal Love Post-Traumatic Tabloid Disorder
Posted on 4/22/2008 10:38:56 PM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: anally erotic gnome bubbler

Somehow I feel this says something about us as a culture. On the other hand, it was probably made in China, so maybe it says something about the Chinese. On the third hand, it was probably made it for an American company which provided the designs and specs. (making one wonder what the Chinese factory workers were thinking as they produced this...) On the fourth hand, who among us (dominants who like humiliation, that is) doesn't wish they could make their submissives learn to do this as a party trick...And on the fifth hand...well, wtf, just give this gnome a hand for doing something I'm sure someone in Internet-Land wishes they could personally perform for a youtube audience.

GARDEN BUBBLE BLOWING GNOME NEW IN BOX

Category: Post-Traumatic Tabloid Disorder
Posted on 4/22/2008 10:37:57 PM by Gloria Brame

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