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Because love never dies: Put your loved one’s ashes in a glass dildo
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In 1901 Dr. Duncan “Om” MacDougall began a series of experiments wherein he placed elderly, terminal tuberculosis patients on massive industrial scales, hospital bed and all. MacDougall weighed six subjects before and after death, and concluded from the postmortem weight loss that the human soul weighs 21 grams—hence the name of designer Mark Sturkenboom‘s “memory-box.”

With 21 Grams Sturkenboom has managed to create an opportunity for a truly libidinal mourning experience. The “kit” comes in a sleek, Jobsian case, openable only with a key that doubles as a lovely pendant necklace. Inside you find an atomizer bulb (to spritz your beloved’s perfume), a set of internal speakers to amplify music from the iPhone dock in the back, and a blown-glass dildo containing a tiny urn of ashes—21 grams of ashes, to be precise. Sturkenboom describes the project thusly:

21 Grams is a memory-box that allows a widow to go back to the intimate memories of a lost beloved one. After a passing, the missing of intimacy with that person is only one aspect of the pain and grieve. This forms the base for 21 Grams. The urn offers the possibility to conserve 21 grams of ashes of the diseased and displays an immortal desire. By bringing different nostalgic moments together like the scent of his perfume, ‘their’ music and reviving the moment he gave her her first ring, it opens a window to go back to moments of love and intimacy.She is able to have an intimate night with her sweetheart again.

Before you go all Social Justice Warrior on Sturkenboom for the heteronormativity of “widow,” (for who wouldn’t want to be penetrated by a loved one’s earthly remains, regardless of gender or marital status?!?), the inspiration for 21 Grams ” is actually an elderly widow—he sometimes helps her carry her groceries. Sturkenboom noticed the urn containing her husband’s ashes, remarking, “she always speaks with so much love about him but the jar he was in didn’t reflect that at all.”

Sturkenboom has not said whether or not his muse is flattered by his tribute.


Continues after the jump…

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Cheeky 19th-century ‘pickup line’ calling cards
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These fantastic introduction cards were used in the United States during the 1870s and 1880s. According to Alan Mays, who collects them, they were “used by the less formal male in approaches to the less formal female.” We think of nineteenth-century courtship as being impossibly straight-laced and buttoned-down, and certainly a printed card inquiring for permission to accompany a young miss to her door is consistent with that, but the eager men found plenty of ways to work clever jokes and insinuations into their calling cards.

My favorite one is from the fella who claims to live on “Hugtite Lane” in “Squeezemburg.”

You can find out more about this cheeky tradition in The Encyclopedia of Ephemera by Maurice Rickards.

For more of these great cards, go to Mays’ exhaustive Flickr collection.


More of these great cards after the jump…....

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Japanese game show where the contestants get hand jobs while singing karaoke (NSFW)
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Japanese game show Sing What Happens seriously tests their male contestants’ karaoke skills by giving them hand jobs while they sing. The object of the game is for the contestants to know the song by heart and to not be distracted by the hand job. They need to be able to hit the proper notes—perfectly—in order to win. Sometimes a hand is used and other times feet are used for zee sexual gratification. The contestants must be able to carry a tune until they ejaculate. Stiff competition indeed. The winner wins a whole bunch of shit.

I’m not sure if there are any female contestants on this show, but that could be interesting too.

I’d like to see one of the contestants do a karaoke version of Bad Brains’ “Pay to Cum.” Now THAT’s entertainment!

via Death and Taxes

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‘Get ‘Em Off’: Vintage documentary on London’s striptease artists (Very NSFW)
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They’re naked and they dance—is a fair description of Get ‘Em Off a documentary that celebrates 100 years of striptease. How or why it’s 100 years of striptease is never quite fully explained, though there are references in the commentary to ancient Egyptian strippers, Parisian can-can dancers, the night they raided Minsky’s and some risque music hall acts form the early 1900s.

Made in 1976, the summer of the great heatwave that swept across Britain bringing drought, hosepipe bans and melting roads, Get ‘Em Off captures the slowly fading sleazy world of London’s strip clubs. Filmed mainly at Soho’s Nell Gwynne Club, the documentary strikes an awkward balance between laddish banter and documenting the performances by the strippers: Miss Anne, Miss Alby, Miss Chastity, Miss Cher, Miss Carmen, Miss Anna, Miss Linda, Miss Coursetta. we see these girls perform their routines in front of tinsel, drapes, under Kenneth Anger-style lighting.

“Strippers,” we are told, “have their own language.”

There’s a movement called ‘The Coffee Grinder’. You write the letter O with your axel, know what I mean?, whilst in the bump the hips spring forward, sometimes called bump and grind. There’s the ‘The Trailer’ which is the strut before the strip, that’s what we’ve been looking at up to now; we’ve seen three examples of it; then there’s the quiver and the shimmer and the we’re going to see the lot.

Many of these strip clubs became the venues for punks and New Romantics, starting a whole new world of club culture during the 1980s and early 1990s.
The commentary is performed by actor Kenneth Macleod and presenter Hugh Scully, best known for his work with the BBC on Nationwide and the Antiques Road Show. The inclusion of these two rather straight, respectable individuals (a bit like having the Muppets’ Statler and Waldorf in attendance) gives the film a nod of establishment approval. The pair continue:

They don’t believe in giving it to them all at once or too quickly; Strippers have motto’s like:
‘Make ‘em wait and
‘Don’t be too eager’
‘Give Hell’
‘Make them go dry at the mouth’
‘Freeze to marble in their seats’
‘Give them a create of blink in case they miss something’
‘Make them beg with their eyes and howl like wolves under a full moon’
After all, they have come here to have a good time. The tease is the thing; Men in a hurry shouldn’t go to strip clubs. For every customer who loses his cool and shouts ‘Get It Off!’ the stripper is ready with the answer “Can’t You See Anything Yet?’

What they do see is refreshingly absent of silicon, Botox, and vajazzle.
The full NSFW documentary ‘Get ‘Em Off,’ after the jump…

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The gorgeous vintage S&M of trailblazing pornographer Jacques Biederer
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Jacques Biederer’s erotica is unique for a few reasons. The Czech photographer began his Parisian career in 1913 doing G-rated portraits, but then moved to more prurient subject matter—though still fairly “conventional” sexy materials for the day—ladies in their underwear, really. Then Biederer moved more toward full-on classical nudes, sometimes with couples, sometimes shot “on location” outdoors or on a carefully arranged set. Then he got into fetish photography—whips, domination, corseting, pony play—pretty scandalous stuff, but it was always shot with an artistic eye. Biederer was a forerunner of someone like Irving Klaw in the US.

Biederer’s work—whether a smiling ingenue or a dominatrix always valued composition, the emotions of his subjects, and sexuality—rather than simple sex mechanics. Even if it ain’t your bag, the photos are lovely and weird—they have a sense of humor about them and aren’t misogynist or pretentious. His dames were often the doms, whipping their male slaves, but sometimes it was the other way around.These are some of the more “safe for work” pictures, but you can see (slightly) more explicit stuff here, though he never did anything “hardcore.” He also made some giggly stag films, but again, we’re talking a lot of cutesy, sapphic slap and tickle (literally, dude was apparently way into spanking).

When France was occupied by the Nazis, Biederer who was Jewish was sent to Auschwitz where he died.



More after the jump…

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Something for the hardcore ‘Doctor Who’ fan?
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The advice usually given to many a young hopeful entrepreneur is to find a hole in the market and… er… fill it. Taking that suggestion literally appears to be exactly what Sporkwood has done with this handmade solid metal design for personal “fetish wear.”

This shiny little toy is intended for “mature” enjoyment and (I guess) for the hardcore Doctor Who fan. It’s available with either a blue “TARDIS” or “Bad Wolf” logo, and if you’re interested, one of these playthings will cost you £24.53 (approx $36).

It would certainly get that old sci-fi convention swinging.... One also has to wonder: Did the BBC authorize these?
With thanks to Elizabeth Veldon!

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How a particular aftershave made Steve McQueen irresistible to women
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Scientists have discovered that Steve McQueen’s aftershave may have made him even more attractive to women. McQueen wore Christian Dior’s Eau Sauvage which contains the chemical Hedione, that can cause “sex-specific activation patterns” in nasal tissue that in turn stimulates an area of the brain responsible for releasing sex hormones in women.

This is the first time scientists have shown how a scent can activate the pheromone receptor VN1R in humans.

Hedione is the chemical name Methyl dihydrojasmonate an ester and a diffusive aroma compound, with a smell vaguely similar to jasmine. The name derives from the Greek hedone—meaning for fun, pleasure, lust.

Discussing the investigation into the arousal properties of Hedione, scent researcher Professor Hanns Hatt of Ruhr-Universität Bochum in Germany told the Telegraph:

“These results constitute compelling evidence that a pheromone effect different from normal olfactory perception indeed exists in humans…”

Scientists analyzed brain activity when a person smells Hedione. This was compared with phenylethyl alcohol and the scent of flowers. It was discovered that:

Hedione activated brain areas in the limbic system significantly more strongly than phenylethyl alcohol. The limbic system is associated with emotions, memory and motivation.

But more significantly, Hedione also activated a specific area of the hypothalamus in women which is known to promote sexual responsiveness by flooding the body with sex hormones.

It was originally believed the special organ at the base of the nasal septum which picks up pheromones was no longer used. Now, this new evidence shows that Hedione can activate this area in humans.

“In the next stage, we want to find out which physiological and psychological parameters are affected when Hedione activates the pheromone receptor,” added Prof Hatt.

“We have already launched the relevant studies. But we also have to search for scent molecules in bodily secretions, which resemble Hedione and activate the receptor. With its help, humans could actually communicate with each other.”

Hedione was discovered in 1957, when it was noted for its importance in plants “for seed germination, root growth, flowering, fruit ripening, and senescence.” In 1966, perfume manufacturer Christian Dior added Hedione to the aftershave Eau Savage. The brand became so popular that some women began to use the brand, leading Dior to create a women’s version Diorella in 1972.

Eau Savage was Steve McQueen’s preferred brand of aftershave, and it may even explain why so many gorgeous women were attracted to him.

Since Dior first put Hedione in its products, it has been used in First by Van Cleef & Arpels; Chamade by Guerlain; Chanel no. 19; L’Eau d’Issey by Issey Miyake, Angel by Thierry Mugler, Blush by Marc Jacobs, Paco by Paco Rabanne and CK One.

Now everyone can smell as attractive as Steve McQueen….

Below a long dead Steve McQueen is used in a car commercial:

Via the Telegraph

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Hilarious NSFW label urges you to sexy wash this garment just like a 7-inch dong
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This remarkable laundry label got posted to reddit/imgur yesterday, where it made quite the impression. It seems to have been made in “SINGAPURA,” which perhaps provides a clue as to WTF is going on with this tag. It’s either a prime instance of Engrish or a prime example of in-your-face branding, but probably it’s a little of both.

Here’s the text:

A 7INCH D***

So many questions! You’re censoring “dick” but not “fucked” or “shit”? Is it necessary to wash 7-inch dicks a certain way? Do 5-inch dicks get a specialized sanitation regimen or (perish the thought) bleaching? Egad!

If you go to WWW.O-MIGHTY.COM, it gets a little clearer what is going on. The website looks like it was designed around 2003 with some kind of out-of-the-box Microsoft HTML package, the animated sun in the sky gives you the finger (and, hedging his bets, the peace sign too) and the typical bodysuit, presumably “made with a shit load of love,” says “LICK ME”  or “TITS TITS TITS” or something classy like that.

via Styleite

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The [inanimate object] Was My Gay Lover! The strange erotica—and wonderful cover art—of Chuck Tingle
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Imagine world in which one of the most idiotic fantasies of ignorant right wing homophobe creeps were true, and homosexuality was not only a choice one could make, but that young people were actively recruited into gayness by a sinister cabal of persuasive pipefitters. Now imagine a world where your recruiter—your tour guide through the forbidden delights of Sodom!—wasn’t a fit, handsome, and just dead charming older student at the campus mixer with a fabulous smile, flawless hair, and an impish gleam in his eyes, but a diner.

Not as in someone who’s dining, I mean a diner as in an actual restaurant.
Turned Gay By The Living Alpha Diner

Lars is simply looking for a place to grab a bite and take a load off. But he bites of more than he can chew when he meets Turk, a handsome, living diner. The loads come later!

Lars and Turk take to one another immediately, and soon Lars finds himself putting it all on the line for an erotic future with this gorgeous, gay restaurant.

That’s pretty much how it goes in the world of writer Chuck Tingle, who trades in homoerotic eBooks that he calls “Tinglers.” I haven’t actually read any of them, as it’s not my zone, and anyway I don’t have a Kindle, so I’m unabashedly judging books by their covers here. But MY GOD, WHAT GLORIOUS COVERS! Tingle, or his go-to cover artist, definitely has the template nailed—while it’s of a type with lots of self-published eBook art, it absolutely has a certain something all its own. There’s always a come-hither beefcake image right up front, behind which, in brightly saturated colors, is an almost Pen & Pixel-ishly improbable collage depicting said beefcake’s mate. And it has to be a collage, as said mate is never simply another human guy. The not-of-this-world cover art is a match for the curious quirks in Tingle’s oeuvre. It seems to break down into four distinct and imaginative motifs. To start, there are his protagonist-pairs-off-with-an-anthropomorphic-object tales.
I’m Gay For My Living Billionaire Jet Plane
Trained By The Living Biker Train
HEAVY META! Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt

More, more, more after the jump…

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Man meticulously documents affair with his secretary 1969-1970: Here are his records
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The story would be dull—clichéd even—without the voyeuristic thrill that comes with the intimate details: a married German businessman and his married secretary, Margret, have a brief affair from 1969 to 1970. Everything you see here came from a suitcase purchased at an estate auction 30 years after the affair, and it’s an utterly engrossing collection of artifacts.

Not only did the unnamed businessman photograph the intimate moments before and after sex (including shots of dresses he bought for her—on the hanger, then on her, then on the bed), he kept keepsakes, including a lock of hair and an empty birth control blister-pack. The strangest part though is his “journal,” a series of typed, dated, wholly factual and completely emotionless entries—more of an impassive record of events than a log of romantic musings. Germans!

On their own, the photos seem to hint at a tender, maybe even loving time together, but the details reveal a much darker, volatile side of the tryst. At one point, the man’s wife confronts Margret, accusing her of disrupting a happy marriage. Margret is furious, and so the businessman then forces his wife to apologize to her. As delusional as she appears to be, it is this unseen wife who feels the most human, and one wonders if any guilt was felt on the part of the businessman or mistress Margret.

The collection is now being curated in its entirety as Gallery Margret: Chronicle of an Affair – May 1969 to December 1970, at the White Columns gallery in New York’s Meatpacking District, through April 18th.



More intriguing intimacies after the jump…

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