In the week Naomi Wolf’s Vagina: A New Biography goes on sale, some wit, or more likely some journalist or PR person, has started a Twitter account for NaomiWolfVagina (sensitive flower). Only 3 tweets so far, but I suspect this will increase towards the date of publication.
Follow NaomiWolfVagina on twitter.
Read the Guardian‘s exclusive extract from Naomi Wolf’s Vagina: A New Biography here, plus interview here and the book is available here.
“Love sex. Hate condoms. Love SKYN.”
Yes, you read that correctly. Maybe there should have been a few question marks in that statement, but there aren’t. It’s an advert for (ironically enough) a new type of condom by the company SKYN, which appears to promote unsafe sex, and definitely promotes a distaste for condoms.
Way to go, guys!
This advert is currently to be seen on a forty foot-high billboard on Manchester’s Canal St, right in the heart of the city’s gay village. Grahame Robertson, the photo’s uploader says:
The ‘Love Sex Hate Condoms’ message - in 6 foot high letters - is irresponsible and disrespectful to a community that has been at the forefront of promoting condom use for over 25 years.
SKYN condoms, who are made by the Mates brand, need to seriously rethink their advertising strategy. This advert will be looming large (literally) over Manchester’s Gay Pride festival, which kicks off in less than two weeks, and it is simply insulting.
If you wish to complain, you can find SKYN on Facebook here.
Do ladies fart when they are going to have a baby?
Sex questions from 7th Graders, who were too embarrassed to ask them in class, so they wrote them down and posted them to their middle school teacher, who answers their questions in class, and then posts them on Tumblr.
How does it smell when people have sex?
How does the dick grow? Why does the pussy have a whole?
More questions from 7th Graders, after the jump…
Yeesh, this looks pretty hardcore. At least they were “kind” enough to design it with air-holes…
Apparently this copper anti-masturbation device was up for auction on eBay in 2008:
The rare 19th century item is made of copper and was designed to be worn by boys so they could not commit the ‘sin’. Attached to a belt it would have encased the genitalia. The bizarre antique dates back to around 1880 and was used in Catholic France. It is being offered for sale on auction website eBay with a starting price of £750.
Seller David Burns, of Curious Science, says that during a quarter of a century dealing in medical curiosities he has never had one for sale… “This is the first example we have offered for sale in 24 years. The condition is excellent. Three and half inches top to base.”
I wonder how much it eventually sold for?
Via Nerdcore
TOHJIRO is the founder of the Japanese AV (“adult video”) studio Dogma, which specializes in producing “extreme” fetish videos including bondage and various unorthodox S&M themes. He is the porn auteur behind such fucked up mayhem as “10 Year Special Lessons In Secret Technique Men’s Bible Vol. 2,” “Female Meat Toilet,” “Vomit Enema Ecstasy X” and the whimsically titled, “Underarm Hair Drug.”
TOHJIRO has been called the “greatest porn director in the world.” He has also been described as a “sick, impotent freak.”
His latest film, “Maple Flowers Bloom 7: RARE FETISH” takes the current worldwide crazy for bacon on everything to its logical conclusion. Well logical if you happen to be a celebrated Japanese pervert, I suppose.
Here’s a direct translation of the description as it appeared on YouTube (they took it down after a few days last year). I’m guessing this gets pretty close to the original meaning(!):
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The sensual beauty of organ modeling captured by the camera is really striking. Offal is just her costume color. Ekusutori -ーsystem! Unbelievable! Surprise and excitement. Serious uneasiness. Birth of a masterpiece of heresy was larger than the previous scale-up. To witness the genius of director TOHJIRO, can not help but groan involuntarily. After 17 years Turned Upside down by the sickest was Adult Video in history, Genius-Hentai director is finally back with His MOST Tohjiro Infamous, incredible, anyone’s Beyond Imagination Project: Rare Fetish. Proudly presented by Dogma, a Festival of viscera, Bowels, raw Meat and Extreme SM & Fetish play, featuring the beautiful Fuuka Nanasaki, at Her Best erotic performance. Buy its digital version via Dogma’s Official Website! (no Animal was Harmed in the Making of this video, since all the meat and viscera came from professional meat shop).
BEFORE YOU PRESS PLAY, I should probably warn you that you cannot unsee what awaits you in this video. Nothing X-rated here, and no nudity either, but please make sure that you really want to see this before you hit play. That is all.
Thank you to a friend who probably doesn’t want his name associated with this stuff!
How big a dickhead is President Vladimir Putin?
Well, we’ll soon find out, as three members of Feminist Punk Rockers, Pussy Riot went on trial today, charged with “hooliganism motivated by religious hatred.”
Their crime? Performing an anti-Putin, anti-religious song at the Christ the Saviour Cathedral, Moscow, in February this year.
It was a moment of shock political theater, as the band stormed the altar while shouting “Mother of God, Blessed Virgin, drive out Putin!”
Now, Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, 22, Yekaterina Samutsevich, 29, and Maria Alekhina, 24, face up to 7 years in jail for their actions.
These women have been detained since March, without access to their families or possibility of parole. Russian opinion is divided over the arrests, but there have been major protests across Moscow in support of Pussy Riot.
However, it is feared Pussy Riot won’t get a fair trial, as Putin is the real force behind the prosecutions. Nikolai Polozov, one of Pussy Riot’s defence lawyers, told the Daily Telegraph:
“They went on to Putin’s sacred ground and he’s a vengeful person. I’m sure he gave the signal for this prosecution.”
Mr Polozov said he expected a guilty verdict but could not predict the sentence. “It could be two months, it could be seven years,” he said.
“If Putin is under pressure, say on Syria, or something else happens, he might use the girls as a distraction and earn some political capital by putting them away. And then they’ll be sewing felt boots, like Khodorkovsky, in a prison colony.”
Amnesty International are currently organizing a campaign to Free Pussy Riot:
Today marks the start of Nadezhda, Maria and Ekaterina’s trial. It’s been a long time coming: they’ve been held in Moscow police cells since their arrest in February, denied access to their families – including their young children.
Last week, the Moscow City Court ruled to extend their detention by another six months on the grounds that the women committed a serious crime, and may abscond if granted bail.
You can help Pussy Riot by clicking here, or here.
Previously on Dangerous Minds
Pussy Riot: Russian riot grrrls lead the way
Bonus clips of Pussy Riot’s “shock” performance plus news report, after the jump…
The Institute of Oral Love was situated on the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and Spaulding Avenue, and this photograph was taken in 1976, as part of an article on LA’s growing porn scene.
Though there has been the bizarre suggestion this was a dentist and oral surgeon, as well as the more obvious belief it was “blow job central”, the Oral Institute of Love was, I am reliably informed by the lovelies over at World of Wonder, not exactly what it seemed, as it mainly “dispensed talk”.
Via Los Angeles Relics
I can’t exactly remember the first time I saw or became aware of Chesty Morgan. Which is odd, especially since she is best known for her strange assortment of bad wigs and a 73-inch, all natural bust line. It’s like she has always been a part of my life. Like one stoic, large breasted angel, whose face vacillates between confused and languid in Doris Wishman’s surrealistic exploitation film, Deadly Weapons.
Lest there is any question about what type of titular weaponry we are talking about here, the first 30 seconds will immediately set you straight. After a few seconds of some groovy, 60’s rock, a loud drone type noise emerges and then suddenly there’s Chesty, or Zsa Zsa, as she is billed in the film, with her arms outstretched like a menacing breasty crane. The rock soundtrack comes back and then we are treated to Chesty Morgan admiring and vaguely fondling her breasts in a series of modern type, circular mirrors. The psychedelic fun house effect, while maybe not the most sexy thing in the world, is great and fitting. (After all, Deadly Weapons is a keen example of a sexploitation carnival ride, so grab a ticket, strap on your lap-belt and enjoy!)
Chesty stars as Crystal, a successful advertising executive who loves chunky shoes, pantyhose and her jocular, hairy chested lover, Larry (Richard Towers). While the affection is very much shared, Larry’s tied up with some very shady, underworld types, often flanked by Tony (the great Harry Reems) and a balding gent with an eye patch (Mitchell Fredericks) that goes by the name Captain Hook. They pull a hit on one well-connected man, with a powerful little black book. Larry finds it first and slips it into his jacket, in effect pulling a silent double cross on his partners. As you can imagine, his plan does not flesh out well and once he is found out to be a fink, they ice him.
Crystal, through some bad cosmic lattice timing, ends up hearing the whole thing over the phone. But not without overhearing such key details like the fact that Hook is fleeing to Vegas and has a weakness for burlesque dancers. This is good to know, but before our uber-cleavagey heroine can commence on her plan for revenge, we get treated to a long, strange, dream-like sequence including one stupendous shot of Crystal’s tear streaked breasts super-imposed over a blue pool. It’s absurd in its wonderment and wonderful in its total ridiculousness.
Up next, she’s off to Vegas and tries to get a job at one of the more unseemly burlesque houses. The sleazy manager, a man that undoubtedly reeks of stale cigars and Hai Karate, has no interest in the persistent gal in the strangely frumpy top. That is until she unleashes her fleshy pulchritude, resulting in both his eyes bugging out to a comical Tex Avery type sound effect. Of course, she gets the job. Crystal’s a hit immediately but has her striptease career cut short as quickly as it began, when she gets fired for rebuffing the sexual advances of her slimy boss. He does at least let her finish her shift. Feeling hopeless in her ability to catch Captain Hook, she starts to dance regardless and guess who shows up for the girly show?
Captain Hook is instantly smitten and takes her back to his room, only to get roofied and then smothered to death by her pendulous bosom of doom. Of course, not before unwittingly giving her information on the whereabouts of Tony. Will Crystal be able to fully avenge the death of her lover or will she become the victim of the ultimate double cross?
Deadly Weapons is one strange film, which was par for the course of the late, great Doris Wishman, the same woman behind Nude on the Moon and Bad Girls Go To Hell. On one hand, it is a completely, dyed-in-the-wool piece of cinematic ridiculousness. The rapt obsession with Chesty’s breasts permeates almost every frame of the film, but with the effect being less sexual and more surreal. Part of this is due to the somnambulist-esque performance of Chesty herself. She ranges at times between looking confused and tired but then peppers it with these odd attempts to make a sexy, licking-her-lips face. The bizarre fashion choices only add to this, whether it is the awkward silver wigs, secretary-type pantyhose or the occasionally frumpy blouses. Of course, she does don some legitimately burlesque type clothing for her act and in half of the film, she lounges around in a frilly pink number, but the whole thing feels more like some bosom-mad fever dream than anything else.
The crime elements add some pulp-style fun with the underrated Harry Reems being especially good as the murder-happy mook Tony. There’s an interesting and surprisingly bleak twist at the end, all adding up to one colorful cinematic oddity. Even better is that the company that has blessed us with this film, Something Weird Video, has recently released a triple feature on Blu-Ray that has Deadly Weapons, its sister film Double Agent ‘73 (which involves a camera being implanted into her breasts, all in the name of super-secret spy work) and the non-Chesty film, The Immoral Three. So if you love a little hi-def with your exploitation, then you will be as happy as a breast-obsessed lamb. Even if you think this is an awful film, you cannot deny the beautiful strangeness that is Deadly Weapons.
Dr Christopher Ryan Ph.D., co-author of Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality
Also featuring contributions from Dr. Julie Holland and Harry Shapiro, author of Waiting for the Man: The Story of Drugs and Popular Music
In 1988, Al Goldstein visited R. Crumb at his home in Encinitas, CA. for a video-taped interview.
Crumb seems more than a little uncomfortable with Goldstein’s attempts to get the cartoonist to cough up intimate details of his sex life. What was Crumb expecting? A discussion of collectible 78 r.p.m. records, ol’ time jazz and Mr. Natural? No. Al just wants to talk about blow jobs, masturbation and poontang. It’s kind of fun to see one of the great taboo-busting provocateurs of the Sixties, Crumb, squirming like a 15-year-old virgin as New York’s most lovable smut peddler leans into him like a Times Square hustler with a pocket full of French ticklers and Night Train on his breath.
Watch the interview after the jump…