Rob Beschizza over at Boing Boing posted about this nifty lil’ product sold on Amazon 
Apparently it’s designed “for the most comfortable fit.”
The cat-tail buttplug
What you’re looking at is the 2013 album cover for Wasnatch’s Front to Back. To be honest, I’ve never heard of these guys, but if the cover has you curious… here’s what they sound like via Spotify.
According to some folks on Facebook, this image is from a 70s German porno. I have no idea, but WOW!
Is “French horning” like… a thing? I’ve heard of “oboeing” before, but not this.
In 1969, Louise Huebner, the “official” witch of Los Angeles, recorded a spoken word album of her successful book Seduction Through Witchcraft
Tailor-made for the acid-head occultniks of the time, Huebner lays some sexy pop magic on her listeners, including cuts like “The Self-Fascination Ritual for Increased Power,” “The Demon Spell for Energy,” “Orgies - A Tool of Witchcraft” and “The Earthquake Spell for Unwanted Lovers.”
Seduction Through Witchcraft
Seduction Through Witchcraft
Below, “The Demon Spell for Energy”:
“Orgies - A Tool of Witchcraft”:
As announced by his close friend, Don Schenk, the well-known 70s porn actor and successful real estate broker Harry Reems (real name Herbert Streicher) passed away yesterday afternoon, March 19, at the Salt Lake City V.A. Hospital. He was 65.
Harry Reems came to pop culture notoriety as the male star of Gerard Damiano’s Deep Throat, the 1973 porno film that is the biggest XXX money earner of all time. Reems co-starred as the manic doctor who discovers that Linda Lovelace’s clitoris was located in her throat. He was the only actor ever tried and convicted of pandering obscenity for being in a porno movie.
By the 1980s, Reems had become a serious alcoholic and ended up homeless on the streets of Los Angeles, before turning his life around and becoming a very successful real estate broker in Park City Utah. He married his wife of 22 years, Jeannie, in 1991.
Reems appeared, as himself, in the 2005 documentary, Inside Deep Throat
Via Don Schenk:
A few years ago Harry’s health began to deteriorate due to peripheral neuropathy and emphysema, forcing him to retired from real estate. This past summer he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, which the doctors discovered during a routine test for something else, and Harry went through months of chemo and radiation treatments.
On March 5th, Harry entered the VA Hospital due to jaundice. His liver was failing. Next his kidneys began to fail as his body started to shut down. My wife and I have been driving from Park City down to the Salt Lake City VA Hospital to visit with Harry and Jeannie every afternoon.
Harry slipped into a coma 4 days ago, and passed this afternoon.
Harry went from living a bizarre lifestyle, through a 180 degree, almost miraculous change to find a Higher Power he called God, and become a truly nice guy who cared for others, and helped a lot of people in Park City, UT.
Below, Al Goldstein interviews Harry Reems on Midnight Blue, 1982.
Thank you Steven Otero!
An image of a couple performing a sex act on Temperance Street, Manchester, England, has been deleted from Google Street View, after the picture was spotted by users.
Temperance Street is well-known Red Light area in the city, and it is believed the image had been on Google Street view since April 2010.
Close-up, after the jump…
The fine folks over at Porn MD—where they’re making some serious medical breakthroughs—complied six months’ worth of the most searched terms on porn sites and then put them into this easily browsed format:
Ever wonder which states or countries are into what when it comes to what goes on behind closed doors? In this graphic below we take a closer look at the sexual interests of people around the planet.
You can “check out every state in the U.S. and then see what other countries around the world are searching for.”
Here’s what Alabama, California, Texas and New Jersey are up to:
Here’s what Africa is up to:
Well I guess not necessarily “new” since the book titled Kaopan was published on February 14, 2013. But it’s sure as shit new to me and perhaps maybe you, too?
Kaopan—which is a the name of this particular fetish and the same name as the book—is a combination of kao, meaning face, and pantsu, or panties. However, when using Google translate “Kaopan” or “かおぱん” translates to “Face Bread.” Make of that what you will…
Not much I can say about this except “Yep, you wear panties on yer face…”
Apparently even when you swim, play the recorder or chillax with a friend, you just put on your best pantyface. All casual-like…
I’m not sure if I should label this post NSFW… I mean, is it really NSFW? I’m truly perplexed. Is this actually sexy?
Via WFMU and Rocket News
“They’re being brave and so am I,” explains photographer/artist Amy Gwatkin in her impeccable Queen’s English, sat in her white walled studio, pretty much bent double in her chair with nerves.
We are watching unedited footage for her new film installation Risk Assessment, which opens tomorrow night in Dalston. On the screen, in black and white, a fleshy, pale, aged man’s shoulder twitches and shakes with an effort that can only be called self-explanatory. “We’re being brave together—the one cannot exist without the other, the voyeur needs the exhibitionist, the exhibitionist the voyeur.”
“I’m not exactly an artist,” she continues. “Most of the year I spend interviewing people about shoes… photoshoppping already beautiful teenagers…” The otherwise employed fashion photographer (whose work has recently appeared in Dazed & Confused, EXIT, and The Independent, among others) pauses, letting us acknowledge what looks a lot like the old man’s petite mort. “But for a month of two every year I have the chance to make something that isn’t for anyone else—and I keep on coming back to this project involving naked men. First of all photographing them, now filming them.”
In 2010, Gwatkin posted an ad in the notorious casual encounters section of Craigslist (the world’s favorite sexual sewer). It read, “Exhibitionists Wanted.” Out of over 90 responses, she picked out ten that didn’t immediately scream “murderer”—EXCESSIVE CAPS LOCK AND BAD SPELLING BEING THE DEAD GIVEAWAY THEIR (sic)—and set about photographing these masturbating strangers, at their homes, at her studio, and even in the bushes of Hampstead Heath.
She then spent weeks with the resulting images, “obsessively” photographing, zooming in, and reprogramming them, in a way she concedes was partly about distancing herself from the subject and the experience. “The effect it created was almost overwhelming, like a vortex. At some point all the men became an amorphous mass. It was difficult to differentiate between the bodies.”
The resulting “vortex”—144 black and white prints forming a large, neat rectangular collage—was titled Nothing Happened (an allusion to the kind of questions she was asked whenever she described her work-in-progress). When I first laid eyes on this unique, powerful work of art, at the private view two years ago, an enthralled crowd milled about beneath it all night long, as if it were a stained glass window in a cave.
Gwatkin considers Risk Assessment her most significant work since. If in Nothing Happened, the participants’ bodies and identities were smudged and even obliterated, here they are given much more autonomy. Gwatkin acknowledges that she in turn is no longer hiding from the experience, the taboo. Everything is, to put it mildly, a lot less oblique, though Risk Assessment never fails to still somehow straddle that not-famously-fine line between the beautiful and the grotesque.
Now you can enjoy the linked, well, “teaser,” exclusively prepared for Dangerous Minds. Be warned, it’s pretty strong stuff.
Risk Assement runs as part of the show “FOR” (also featuring the work of Bella Fenning and Anna Leader), at SixtySevenA, at City Studios, 67a Dalston Lane, London E8 2NG, Tuesday 12th March 6-9pm, and runs until 28th March. By appointment only.
Artist Sig Waller has given Dangerous Minds an exclusive preview of her latest work—3 drawings that form part of her Parlour Games series. The drawings are adapted from 18th century engravings (used to illustrate books by the Marquis de Sade), which are drawn in ink directly onto vintage napkins and antimacassars.
See more of Sig Waller‘s work here or, follow Sig on Facebook.
More of Sig’s art, after the jump…
The Park
In the early 1970s, Yoshiyuki (not his real name) joined the throngs of voyeurs who would do their “peeping” in Tokyo’s Yoyogi Park, but not to peep himself (or so he says!), rather he was there to document the goings on with his camera and infra-red film. It would sometimes take him hours of waiting to get his shot. The photographs were blown up into life-size black and white prints and shown at the Komai Gallery in 1979 along with examples of amateur porn left behind in Tokyo’s hourly sex hotels. Post modern in the extreme—dig the triple transgression of the exhibitionist couplings, the peeping toms and the photographer capturing both—the show was a sensation in Japan.
Eventually Yoshiyuki’s paranoia got the best of him and he quit shooting the peepers, destroyed many of his negatives and began working in family portraiture(!). In 2005 the New York-based Yossi Milo Gallery contacted the artist and convinced him to reprint from the remaining negatives.
