Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Bachelor Machine: The NEW Edition!
This is GREAT news! I am extra-pleased and extra-proud to announce the release of a brand-new edition of my celebrated science fiction erotica collection, The Bachelor Machine, by the legendary Cecilia Tan's Circlet Press. While I put together a formal press release check out the book on the Circlet site as well as on amazon.
Condom Envelopes from the 1930s and 1940s
All of them from the late 1930's and 1940's era and in overall excellent shape. These are very rare to come up these days since people didn't keep them around and were too much embarrassed to keep them despite their beautiful graphics, hastily discarding them after use. These were found inside a small carton box, hidden among other collectible papers such as advertising pamphlets, labels and cigarette cards.via ep.tc
via sexoteric
Monday, August 30, 2010
Naughty Cakes
You’ve certainly seen lots of different original cakes all over the web, but have you ever seen… naughty cakes?via Naughty Cakes
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Red by Victor Banis (review)
Reviewed by Mykola (Mick) DementiukI recently came across Victor J. Banis’ ‘The Final Curtain’ in an anthology of collected gay stories “Red,” with authors William Maltese and JP Bowie. In his story Banis goes back to a mode of writing that was so popular in the late 19th century to the beginnings of the 20th century: of relating a story within the story itself, as in the writings of Edgar Allan Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, W. Somerset Maugham, Joseph Conrad among many others.
Banis weaves his tale in a peopled bar with gay men about with the lead character sitting alone in the back and looking up at no one. The story that he relates hooks us in and we’re caught up with what is happening…but can it be retold? How does Gaylord fade away while Nick still has the sin of his disappearance upon him? Or does he? Banis doesn’t tell us but like all great storytellers he pulls us into the story till we’re at the end, more intrigued and puzzled but strangely fascinated to read it over and over again --it holds you that much. Some short stories can be more intriguing than horrendously long novels and Banis has a winner here.
Banis has painted numerous tales over the years, “The Why Not,” “The Man from C.A.M.P.,” “Longhorn,” “Lola Dances,” “Angel Land,” and the best non-fiction book written in some years “Spine Intact, Some Creases,” among countless others. This short story ‘The Final Curtain’ again shows him at his best, playful but serious as he still experiments with his creative powers and melds another tour de force made so alive and active by his talent. A short but mighty read! I recommend this wholeheartedly.
via Alan Chin
http://www.vjbanis.com/
http://www.mystericale.com
http://www.mlrbooks.com/upcoming.php
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Blue balls and more (Joke)
This is about as close to blue balls as I could find..LOL
And this one, well it's just plain cute
I wonder if he likes peanuts? NOOOOOO! Don't answer that.
Goin' TopLess
Last Sunday was a day of topfreedom for women organized in several American cities by gotopless.org (not by TERA). There have been many reports, whose positive or negative contribution may be outweighed by their mere quantity. The quantity of participants in various cities was also higher than ever. Clearly this day grows more successful every year. In many cities, women wore nipple covers. While we recognize that may have made some events legal, it's distracting. In addition, the connection of the protests or celebrations with the Raelian movement has led, rightly or wrongly, to some people rejecting topfreedom.
Sometimes reported is the notion that if women must wear tops, so should men. That created some good publicity (men wearing bras and so on). But it's not the best approach, for two reasons: 1) somatophobic legislators may think it's a fine idea to forbid men to be comfortable in addition to women, thus setting this whole effort for acceptance of the body back 80 years; 2) it plays into the attitudes expressed by "There are men (and women) who should never be seen without a top" and "I don't want to see that." The former would allot legal rights according to beauty contests; the latter would do so according to personal prejudice.
Regardless, we salute the major effort of gotopless.org to make women's topfreedom normal. Awareness of this issue in the past few years is much increased, thanks to them.
via TopFreeThursday, August 26, 2010
Mundane Angst or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love that Smell By Tom Kennedy
One of the best times I had Floating World - and there were MANY great times - was being able to see two of my all-time favorite people: Ralph Greco and Tom Kennedy. Here's a brand new piece by the absolutely kick-ass Tom. Enjoy!
Mundane Angst or How I Learned to Stop Worrying
and Love that Smell
By
Tom Kennedy
and Love that Smell
By
Tom Kennedy
I’m not afraid of what’s under my bed. I know what’s under there: dust and a box of my winter sweaters. I’m not afraid of what’s in the hall closet, I know what’s there: dust and my winter blankets. I’m also not afraid of what’s in my soul because I know what’s hidden there: dust and my bad winter attitude. But I am afraid of the unknown and until very recently I didn’t know what that smell was.
I have a very acute sense of smell and for several years I have noted a distinct odor on some older men, not very old, middle age. Not all men smelled like this, not my father or any of my uncles and never women. Almost a musk-like smell but not natural, at least I hoped not.
I began to wonder what that smell could be. I wondered if it was some kind of older man cologne that drove the older women nuts, but I feared it was probably something worse, foreboding of some condition of age of which I was unaware. Possibly some type of impending unknown body change that would creep over me and cause me to smell like them. I imagined all sorts of unforeseen ailments. Maybe some type of prescription deodorant that certain older men were forced to use because all the store bought deodorants made them smell like a wet wool sweater. Maybe it was an unpleasant smelling salve used to cure an even more unpleasant odor. Or, the smell could be caused by some type of medicated soap used to sooth some unspeakably unpleasant rash. Whatever it was, I was sure something desperate and horrible and inevitable was coming my way.
This month I turned 50 and I have discovered what causes that smell. I figured it out when I experienced the self conscious despair and the desperate grasp at something passing out of my reach. I learned what it was when I made the vain attempt, full of vanity, of trying to make something last longer than it should, longer than it could. The endeavor, however feeble, of maintaining one last shred of youth, so desperate to be mistaken for a year or two younger that I really am, futile, exposed the odoriferous truth to me. I felt the embarrassment at the checkout: the young woman, certainly young enough to be my daughter, almost young enough to be my granddaughter, thinking how pathetic, how narcissistic, how unnecessarily vain this old man must be. (Well, too bad young lady. No, I will not go gentle into that good night or anywhere else I don’t want to go so from me and Dylan Thomas to you I say fuck you. I’ll do what I want, I’m a big boy and you’re not the boss of me and if I want to struggle and grasp and rage and burn until it’s waaay past too late I’m doing it..)
But since I discovered what that smell is. I learned something about the men that smell that way and I learned something about myself. I share something with them. I have moved into their place, their time: we are kindred spirits, burning, raging, enveloped in denial and marred by vanity. Now, when I notice that smell on other men, I share with them, without words (after all, we are men), my inner unspeakable feelings about myself, and whether they notice the smell on me or not I feel that we are united in one consciousness, straight or gay, married or single, vain, vainglorious but never the willing victim.
Now that I know exactly what that smell is, I also know that I was right. It is desperation, horrific, real and inevitable and it comes in a bottle. And on that small bottle of clinging, grasping despondent hope it says Grecian Formula.
I have a very acute sense of smell and for several years I have noted a distinct odor on some older men, not very old, middle age. Not all men smelled like this, not my father or any of my uncles and never women. Almost a musk-like smell but not natural, at least I hoped not.
I began to wonder what that smell could be. I wondered if it was some kind of older man cologne that drove the older women nuts, but I feared it was probably something worse, foreboding of some condition of age of which I was unaware. Possibly some type of impending unknown body change that would creep over me and cause me to smell like them. I imagined all sorts of unforeseen ailments. Maybe some type of prescription deodorant that certain older men were forced to use because all the store bought deodorants made them smell like a wet wool sweater. Maybe it was an unpleasant smelling salve used to cure an even more unpleasant odor. Or, the smell could be caused by some type of medicated soap used to sooth some unspeakably unpleasant rash. Whatever it was, I was sure something desperate and horrible and inevitable was coming my way.
This month I turned 50 and I have discovered what causes that smell. I figured it out when I experienced the self conscious despair and the desperate grasp at something passing out of my reach. I learned what it was when I made the vain attempt, full of vanity, of trying to make something last longer than it should, longer than it could. The endeavor, however feeble, of maintaining one last shred of youth, so desperate to be mistaken for a year or two younger that I really am, futile, exposed the odoriferous truth to me. I felt the embarrassment at the checkout: the young woman, certainly young enough to be my daughter, almost young enough to be my granddaughter, thinking how pathetic, how narcissistic, how unnecessarily vain this old man must be. (Well, too bad young lady. No, I will not go gentle into that good night or anywhere else I don’t want to go so from me and Dylan Thomas to you I say fuck you. I’ll do what I want, I’m a big boy and you’re not the boss of me and if I want to struggle and grasp and rage and burn until it’s waaay past too late I’m doing it..)
But since I discovered what that smell is. I learned something about the men that smell that way and I learned something about myself. I share something with them. I have moved into their place, their time: we are kindred spirits, burning, raging, enveloped in denial and marred by vanity. Now, when I notice that smell on other men, I share with them, without words (after all, we are men), my inner unspeakable feelings about myself, and whether they notice the smell on me or not I feel that we are united in one consciousness, straight or gay, married or single, vain, vainglorious but never the willing victim.
Now that I know exactly what that smell is, I also know that I was right. It is desperation, horrific, real and inevitable and it comes in a bottle. And on that small bottle of clinging, grasping despondent hope it says Grecian Formula.
Tom Kennedy is a writer and a malcontent, fiercely in love with his own voice, blissfully ignorant of his crimes. He lives in Northeast New Jersey with his son, his snakes and his undefined sense of dread.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Giant
Elizabeth Taylor in Giant (off set)
I saw a few Elizabeth Taylor films this weekend and I'm amazed how beautiful she was...just look at that slim waist, amazing
via Suicide Blonde
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wonderful Time At Floating World
Sadly, Floating World is now but a memory ... but WHAT a memory: I had a total, complete, and utter blast. Major kudos to the great folks who put on such a magnificent event (I'm especially looking at YOU, Corey). Thanks to all the folks to attended my stuff (MAGIC WORDS: USING EROTIC WRITING TO EXPLORE YOUR HIDDEN SEXUALITY AND SPIRITUALITY; IMPACT PLAY BEYOND FLOGGERS AND CANE; SEX SELLS: HOW TO WRITE & SELL EROTIC; and the author reading). I hope you all had a good time!
It was an extra thrill to meet folks I hadn't seen in ages, like Laura Antoniou, Cecilia Tan, Karen Taylor, Lori, Ralph Greco, and so many others -- and to make great new friends like Tom, and the extra-special Loren.
I can't wait for next year!
Variety, the Spice of Life
Earlier today I received the cover of my new e-book "Variety, the Spice of Life," due out September 1st, from eXtasy Books. I'll kept you up to date on it.
History of the Vibrator
Doctors would rub a "hysterical" woman's vulva until she experienced dramatic relief through "paroxysm," aka orgasm. After treating various hysterical women, a doctor's hands and wrists would get tired. So in 1870, one doctor created a steam-powered machine that would administer orgasms and become the ancestor of today's vibrators. Soon even the Princess of Wales would order "Horse-Action Saddles" (seen in this ad) proven to treat hysteria.
The creation of the first vibrator is the subject of the upcoming Victorian-era indie rom-com Hysteria, which will star Maggie Gyllenhaal, Hugh Dancy, and Rupert Everett. Do you think modern audiences can handle it?
via Tres Sugar
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Marilyn reading Ulysses, 1955
Marilyn reading Ulysses, 1955Bet you she read it all, from Stately Buck Mulligan to Molly Bloom's soliloquy...sure she did
via Retrogasm
Thursday, August 19, 2010
More Floating World Fun
I can't begin to tell you how thrilled I am to have been invited to the Floating World Convention! For all you attendees here's the final list of what I'll be teaching/attending and when:
MAGIC WORDS: USING EROTIC WRITING TO EXPLORE YOUR HIDDEN SEXUALITY AND SPIRITUALITY
(Fri 1130am-1pm)
There are many ways to reach your inner sexual and spiritual self -- but one of the most surprisingly powerful paths is through the written word. In this lecture/workshop, participants will hear how erotic writing (fiction as well non-fiction) can reach hidden places that often lay unexposed, help make personal discoveries and to assist in a personal journey of self and sensuality. Participants will learn how to free their erotic writing voices, how to develop their writing towards discovering their erotic spirits within, and when to silence -- and when to listen -- to the inner critic.
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IMPACT PLAY BEYOND FLOGGERS AND CANES
(Fri 9:00 – 10:30pm)
Join this workshop to receive hands-on instruction in a variety of different impact techniques and styles including hands, paddles, crops, batons, quirts, and more. While the physics of these toys – and many others – is basically the same, to use each one effectively takes particular skills and techniques that are not immediately apparent. Participants will learn not only how to inflict the most please and pain but also how to use each item, and more, without hurting the wield-er as well as the wield-ee.
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SEX SELLS: HOW TO WRITE & SELL EROTICA
(Sat 1:30-3:00pm)
The market for erotic fiction and nonfiction is booming! There actually is a secret to writing great erotica - and you'll discover just what that is in this fun, hands-on workshop with well-known erotica writer and teacher M. Christian.
For the beginning writer, erotica can be the ideal place to begin writing, getting published, and -- best of all -- earning money. And for the experienced writer, erotica can be an excellent way to beef up your resume and hone your writing skills. M. Christian will review the varieties of personal and literary expression possible in this exciting and expanding field. He'll also teach you techniques for creating love and sex scenes that sizzle.
Plus: current pay rates, how to write for a wide variety of erotic genres, from magazines to websites, where and how to submit your erotic writing, and more.
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AUTHOR READING:
(Sat 7:00PM – 8:30PM)
Join me, Sassafras Lowrey, Cecilia Tan, Xan West, Laura Antoinou and Batsheva for a author kinky-as-only-kinky-can-do reading event. It was be a blast and a half!
Is Porn Racist?
In her new book Pornland (Beacon Press) author Gail Dines argues that our sexuality is hijacked by the multi-billion-dollar-a-year porn industry. Dines also argues that pornography is racist. But not everyone agrees. In the Pornland chapter titled “Racy Sex, Sexy Racism!” Dines writes that women of color are generally relegated to gonzo–a porn genre lacking any plot–which provides little glamour, security or status. According to Dines, porn racializes the bodies and sexual behavior of the performer with lines like “Saxxx tried to clean herself up [but] she was still a low-down dirty ghetto ho! So I rammed her.” Websites and videos commonly feature race-biased titles like, “Me Fuck You Long Time,” or “Oh No! There’s a Negro in My Mom.” To Dines, rampant racism in the porn industry is caused because most people working in the production-end of the business are white.
via Ms. BlogAir Raid Girl
They don't make girls like that anymore: air raid helmet, air raid whistle, air raid purse, air raid short skirt, air raid garter belt, air raid nylons, air raid banister to slide down on...oh boy, whew!
via Vintage Scan
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Forbidden Desires! Volume II: Further Taboo
Great that Chris told us about all the books he will be editing I have some news to tell you also. My short story "Condoms" by Mykola Dementiuk, made it into Forbidden Desires! In it a young lady collects condoms for future use, holding them like gold coins in her hand.Author: Edited by Valerie Gray; Stories by: Matthew Dyne, RosalÃa Zizzo, Lynn Lake, Kris Anderson, Mykola Dementiuk, Michele Arnesen, J. Wellington Thorpe and Valerie Gray
About: Volume II of this exciting new series, edited by the enigmatic Valerie Gray, promises to be just as sinful, delightful, and taboo insightful with nine stories from a variety of writers across the whole spectrum of strange fleshly delights. A young girl named Beatrice is subjected to three kinky moments as her coming-of-age ritual. A woman confesses how she gives in to a Master, keeping such secrets from her husband. A dog is more than man's best friend, but a woman's competition . A nymphet seduces her grandfather and a teen vixen writes erotic emails to her father. A young man discovers the secret sins between his father and sister. A young lady collects condoms for future use, holding them gold coins in her hand. Need we say more?
via Olympic Press
via Amazon
GoTopless
On SUNDAY AUGUST 22nd, 2010, topless women have rallied in great numbers across the USA to protest this gross inequality in the law and have demanded that their fundamental right to be topless be acknowledged where men already enjoy that right according to the 14th amendment of the Constitution (please see our exact legal argument on the right to be topfree for women under "14th amendment" in news section)NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
VENICE BEACH, CALIFORNIA
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA
AUSTIN, TEXAS
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
OAHU, HAWAII
DENVER, COLORADO
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
New Anthologies!
I'm exceptionally thrilled to have just agreed to edit not one, not two, not four, not five ... well, okay: three brand new anthologies for one of my all-time favorite publishers (and people) Jean Marie Stine's Renaissance/Sizzler Books. I've just posted the calls for Yo Ho Ho: Pirate Erotica, The Love That Never Dies, and Kink In San Francisco on my M.Christian site just to give you folks an early head's up before sending them out into the big, wide, kinky world.
So sharpen your pencils and get writing!
So sharpen your pencils and get writing!
Our Bodies, Our Junk
Thirty seven years after the first publication of Our Bodies, Ourselves (now in its 12th edition), a proper send-up of the classic human sexuality text is here to remind us that sex can still be a laughing matter.Sex: Our Bodies, Our Junk, available for pre-order now, comes to us on August 24 from Random House/Broadway Books and the Association for the Betterment of Sex, aka the comedy writing group known as The Pleasure Syndicate (Scott Jacobson, Mike Sacks, Todd Levin, Jason Roader, and Ted Travelstead).
via Sex Books
Monday, August 16, 2010
Blood Noir
Blood Noir
book by Jesse Fox
reviewed by Mykola (Mick) Dementiuk
A very nice edge-of-your-seat thriller with crossdressers, over-eager cops, psycho killers and two gay lovers…or are they?
Alex is a photographer who takes off for
And it’s a very nice, suspenseful novel at that. Starts off in a lazy almost lyrical way but soon you have a serial killer on the loose and what a killer he is…or is that a she? The reader will have to solve this puzzle but with the pace the narrative is kept up you have little time to slow down.
And it gets more complicated as the novel progresses, with police men, FBI agents, literary book representatives but the novel is well written with Jesse Fox doing a commendable job in successfully bringing it all together.
I like complicated novels that have you thinking on your feet but this novel is very satisfying, whipping out new facts as you so hungrily turn page after page.
I highly commend the author. Great going, Jesse, Blood Noir is a definite winner! I enjoyed it.
275 pages-$5.99
Dark Roast PressSunday, August 15, 2010
Naked rollercoastering
Volunteers raised £22000 on a Naked Rollercoaster World Record attempt, baring all for Bosom Pals Appeal, a Breast Cancer Charity. Adventure Island, Essex, UK, August 8via Sexoteric
MoSex...certainly
Sarah Forbes, Curator for the Museum of Sex in New York City--- An interview with her from Sexis online.
What Dreams May Come? A Talk with Museum of Sex Curator Sarah Forbes
The exact same thrill of possibility hit me recently when I happened on a story quoting Sarah Forbes, Curator for the Museum of Sex in New York City. Now, there’s a job title that no one—no guidance counselor, biology professor and certainly, no parent—ever hinted was out there.
And yet, such a job exists and Forbes has it
“My background is in anthropology, with a focus on gender, so actually it’s a really natural transition to this type of role,” says Forbes in explanation of how one comes about landing such a plum gig—or at least how she did.
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