I know I will regret this..................

@}-}rebecca---- said:

Thanks Shank had no idea how I would ever work that second little treasure of a gif file into anything I posted ever !!!!!

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our tag-team works well....

go for a ride ride?

Shankara20 said:

our tag-team works well....

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ermmmmm isn't that a porno term Sir Shank perhaps we could say 'passing the baton works well for us' instead..........smiles

Actually maybe not.........laughs

Yee Gads my mind is in the gutter now, thankfully somehow I am still looking at the stars

Shankara20 said:

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go for a ride ride?

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awwww I don't know perhaps you better see what the Principal says first Shank you have been waiting there an awfully long time dude

Four Centuries of Graphic Sex in Japan
Museum of Sex
233 Fifth Avenue
Through January 2007

Peruse an 1814 sketchbook by the Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai and eventually you'll come across a bashful, wide-eyed octopus. You'd never guess that the innocent creature leads a secret life of debauchery. But a few years later, there he is on a woodblock print, still wide-eyed, now presented by Hokusai in a moment of infamous passion—his bulbous head pushed between the legs of a young woman, delivering a rather well-received session of cunnilingis. Hilarious and startling, it's just one example of the explicit shunga, or "pictures of spring," in an exhibition at the Museum of Sex surveying four centuries of Japan's cartoonish pornography.

In the 1600s, shunga emerged as a prurient spin-off of woodblock-print art called ukiyo-e, which depicted scenes and figures from the so-called floating world—the culture of leisure and entertainment that began to flourish in Edo, the new imperial capital. It was the city's busy brothel district that provided the inspiration. Artists who had mastered portraits of actors and samurai found an eager market for pictures of sex in all its varieties and produced them, often anonymously but in their signature styles, by the hundreds. Hokusai, in fact, created what's become probably the most-admired work of Japanese art, Great Wave Off Kanagawa, but he is also responsible for that lecherous octopi and a book of orgasmic moments called The Adonis Plant.

Combining the essence of comics—minimalist faces, broad gestures—with delicate lines, bold colors, and elaborate costumes, ukiyo-e slips almost gid dily into the carnal. In shunga, a frisky elegance exalts the cruder exaggerations of swollen vulvas and tree-trunk phalluses. Utagawa Kunisada, a prolific master represented by several works, was particularly strong in this way—graceful curves of limbs and robes, coursing through expressionist hues, create a sense of motion. His sex has a joyous vigor.

The exhibit's prints, most of which date from the mid 1800s, display all the familiar possibilities—positions and penetrations, threesomes, masturbation, voyeurs, dildos—and typically involve Edo's high-priced prostitutes known as oiran. But to please other tastes, the artists ranged across wider territory. Among several domestic fantasies, one attributed to Kikugawa Eizan (another stylish craftsman) shows a baby boy suckling the breasts of his mother as she engages a man at the other end. There are also medically detailed close-ups (sometimes from brothel guidebooks), obligatory scenes of rape and bondage, and plenty of satire. A spirited work from the normally utilitarian Utagawa School places an embarrassed couple copulating en plein air opposite three snickering dogs, whose jaunty postures and sly expressions suggest the artist's bemused regard of shunga.

The exhibit suffers from a reliance on reproductions and from a poorly designed peep-show gimmick, which forces visitors to stoop or crouch to view the prints. Annoying, too, is a repeating series of intrusive recorded announcements that dispense various Edo-period tidbits on topics such as pubic hair or postcoital napkins. And the wall text disappoints by not offering any translation of the prints' Japanese scripts.

At its end, the exhibit attempts to demonstrate how shunga, which essentially disappeared under the censorship of the late 19th century, influenced the later cartoon porn of hentai-manga comics and anime. Though both may borrow past ideas (moles, roaches, and aliens perform like the octopus, albeit with less love), their muscular sequences of wet, explosive sex owe more to Marvel. A representative title, Spermtank, neatly sums it up.

Shunga doesn't get much attention from museums, for obvious reasons. But the exhibit, despite its faults, makes a fresh case for the form as high art. The best of it—conjures an energy of color, composition, and humor not found in the more mannered, "acceptable" images of ukiyo-e, as if the artists were discovering fuller expressions in anonymity. The sex, too, deserves interest, not for the titillation, but for the reminder—comforting or troubling, it's difficult to say—that we've been buying the same skin-trade fantasies for 400 years. What goes around comes around, so to speak.


Thanks to saw_man for forwarding this article even though he has an extremely unattractive AV.

@}-}rebecca---- said:

ermmmmm isn't that a porno term Sir Shank perhaps we could say 'passing the baton works well for us' instead..........smiles

Actually maybe not.........laughs

Yee Gads my mind is in the gutter now, thankfully somehow I am still looking at the stars

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Wrestling dear Sister Rebecca, wrestling. On the other hand you visit some porn site I have yet to imagine...

Shankara20 said:

Wrestling dear Sister Rebecca, wrestling. On the other hand you visit some porn site I have yet to imagine...

http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g38/nbright1969/clip/Tag_Team.jpg​

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ohhh chite........ummn.......must have been a 'research thang' I am sure.......

FYI...

Shankara20 said:

FYI...

http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g38/nbright1969/aafirst/The20World20Ends20Not20Today.jpg​

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awwwww thanks Sir Shank
I don't get it....laughs

Teacher got sick and they called MadamaMiniTopic to subsitute this day in calss.

click me

@}-}rebecca---- said:

ermmmmm isn't that a porno term Sir Shank perhaps we could say 'passing the baton works well for us' instead..........smiles

Actually maybe not.........laughs

Yee Gads my mind is in the gutter now, thankfully somehow I am still looking at the stars

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At least your face up in the gutter.

RJMasters said:

Teacher got sick and they called MadamaMiniTopic to subsitute this day in calss.

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heh You are good

Great find RJ thank you I really enjoyed it. You may notice sometimes Madama refers to drinking coffee in the morning 'friends'. In Japan to be polite, rather than say 'do you want to stay the night' ( ie for some nooky).........some people say 'would you care to share coffee with me in the morning' instead.......smiles...........cute huh

saw_man1 said:

At least your face up in the gutter.

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One tries to be

cute.......

@}-}rebecca---- said:

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hmmmm,

I've been having coffee by myself each morning for so long I fear I might have forgotten how...



but such an offer from Dr. Rebecca is rare indeed....

Shankara20 said:

hmmmm,

I've been having coffee by myself each morning for so long I fear I might have forgotten how...

http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g38/nbright1969/Coffee/wolviecoffee.jpg​

but such an offer from Dr. Rebecca is rare indeed....

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awww Sir Shank ......looking good there.......cheers
Brilliant graphic btw...clever

This image reinforces the feeling that I may have laced too tightly this morning. *shallow deep breath*

@}-}rebecca---- said:

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oh my..........

By Mistress Matisse

Control Tower
Tell Me Why


I get a lot of letters from people who tell me they want to be a BDSM slave. Sometimes they want to be my slave—a position I'm not currently looking to fill—but more often than not they're asking for general advice on how to find a master or mistress. I always ask them the same question: Why do you want to be a slave?

I ask them because, in spite of what MySpace profiles would lead you to believe, the word "slave" is not just a generic term for any kinky person who likes to be the one wearing the handcuffs. But the answers I often get indicate to me that this is not well understood. Most of the time, people respond to my question by telling me about their desire for sex and intense stimulation. It's the erotic fantasy of the bondage, of beautiful, threatening people in sexy outfits wielding nipple clamps and dildos.

Those are all hot things. I like them myself. But wanting to experience those things doesn't make you a slave. I do BDSM with lots of people, but I would not call any of them "my slave." (Nor would most of them want me to.)

To BDSM people, being a slave means undertaking an ongoing relationship of voluntary servitude to another person—a master or a mistress. The key word here is "relationship." Saying you want to be a slave so you can do BDSM all the time is like saying you want to get married so you can have hot sex all the time. It's not that it never works that way, but just as marriage is about much more than just sex, being a slave is about more than just doing BDSM scenes. And just as not everyone who has sex wants to get married, not everyone who wants to get tied up and spanked really wants to be a slave—no matter how hot the idea seems right before an orgasm.

(I will note in passing that some BDSM people have slaves with whom they never have sex. But nonsexual BDSM is a whole other topic.)

I also hear, sometimes, about the desire to turn over all control of one's life to a higher authority, who will then direct one's every waking moment. To those people I say: Put down your copy of Story of O and step slowly away from it. You have mistaken fiction for reality. A good slave is not a passive lump who is merely acted upon. He/she does cede some agreed-upon measure of control over how the relationship looks. But within the structure that the mistress sets out, it's the slave's job to work proactively to improve the mistress's life. And that can't happen if she has to do all his thinking for him.

Being a slave also does not mean that you surrender all responsibility for critical thought or self-determination. Slaves are not children and they are not objects; they are people with the obligation of right action toward themselves and toward others. Always.

After I tell them a little about what a slave is and is not, I also try to sharpen their understanding about dominants. There are tops in the world who can deliver a BDSM scene that'll blow your doors off and leave you in an endorphin cloud for days. But maintaining a daily mistress/slave relationship might not be something they're interested in. I would be one of those people. Having a slave brings pleasure to me, but it also brings the responsibility of steering two people in a positive and growth-enhancing direction, every day. It's like being the captain of the ship—and I don't have the energy to be James T. Kirk right now.

There are some dominants who have the emotional and psychological chops to sustain a long-term mistress/slave relationship, but they may not exactly be the rock stars of the dungeon party. The dominants who have the desire and the skills to do both are people who have honed their ability with time and a lot of self-examination. If you feel yourself drawn to BDSM relationships, you need to do the same.

So why do you want to be a slave?

matisse@thestranger.com

The Arts..............

Sex : Paper Doll
Philly Cheesecake

by Ashlea Halpern

Philly is all about pinups.

We've got buxom Marilyn Monroe impersonator Bombshell Mandy, Peek-A-Boo Revue and Hellcat Burlesque, fetishy fashion king Tony Ward, Kilmer Photography in Boothwyn, the insanely hot Jade Vixen, Damaged Goods Pin-Up Emporium at Antiquarian's Delight, and — props to the Garden State — the mouth-wateringly talented Viva Van Story.
Yet for all of our knickers-up-to-there naughtiness, I can't help but wonder if the hourglass coquette is just another victim of fad revivalism — something mass-produced for lunch boxes and baby Ts, or cheaply framed and hung over the sofa. In a pop landscape that's swamped with sex — and not just Internet porn, but magazines like Maxim and Stuff, bootylicious music videos and Axe body spray commercials — is it still possible to be seduced by a non-pornographic image? Is cheesecake, as our parents and grandparents knew it, dead?

"Art can definitely make you yearn for more," says Dave Glass, a local painter and screenprinter who has traded in the retro pinup thing for years. His gritty, neon take on tattooed roller wenches and snarly-hot bald chicks is contemporary, but the models' poses are as old-fashioned as the way Glass reproduces his work — by hand. "Most of [my models] can break a man's heart in pieces if you get too close. Trust me."

Philly-based pinup photographer Kevin Loreaux's classic black-and-white and sepia-tone portraits are startling in their stylized antiquity, but it's his slick BDSM images that really tickle the groin. "I find that most people who are into [BDSM] only use photography as a crude way to document what they are doing," says Loreaux. "As an observer, I am much more interested in creating classic and lasting images. To document this subculture in a way that is neither pornographic or amateurish is very rewarding."

Chesney Willard, an illustration major at Moore College of Art and Design, thinks the hardest part about drawing calendar girls is putting a new spin on such a classic staple. "What may be titillating to one person may just be ridiculous to another," says Willard, whose most recent work reimagines pinups as pirates. "A pinup artist wants what any artist wants — to involve the viewer, and evoke something from them."

Painter Shayna V. McConville, who currently has a cheesecake- and striptease-inspired show up at Delicious Boutique and Corseterie, also stresses the importance of emotional resonance, particularly the painted subject's awareness of the viewer. "I tend to see any eroticism in my work taking the back shelf to other elements, including narrative and emotive qualities," says McConville. "I have seen artwork that is still titillating, but because of [its] context was not simply pornographic, [but] instead layered with concepts and meanings."

Although classic pinups of the Betty Page or Jayne Mansfield stripe are arguably more famous today than ever before, they're also saddled with that vintage kitsch factor — yes, they're beautiful, but nobody really finds this stuff bathroom-fodder hot. Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe guys still jerk off to pictures of Pola Negri. And maybe 50 years from now, people will look at Jessica Simpson the way I look at Rita Hayworth.

"One person's kitsch is another person's treasure," says Loreaux. "What is considered truly lasting as art always takes years of retrospect. Only time will tell if Jessica Alba will create [a] lasting image. Who knew Jane Fonda as Barbarella would be so enduring?"

Brilliant pic Rebecca ... so evocative .

How are you btw ? * hugs *

babiesmiles said:

Brilliant pic Rebecca ... so evocative .

How are you btw ? * hugs *

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Thank you Miss Babiesmiles...........I quite like that picture.......amazing she is covered and the chain on her wrist appears bolted on one side and yet she has 'control' of it in the other hand. Your English really is superb I can't think of a better word that 'evocative' myself. I 'read' so much more in the subtle. Had this picture not unlike other ways of communicating been gratuitous I probably would have either dismissed it or not seen the finer often more important details such as her hands.

I am almost 100% groovy here. Sounds like a Tarzan Movie currently. Kookaburra's/Kingfishers are being very noisy in the background, that's a little unusual for the seaside must be because its Spring finally.

How are things in Miss Babiesmiles World then