Tim Pratt, our current Caught in the Net columnist and video reviewer, has been nominated for a Hugo Award (the highest literary award in Science Fiction) for Best Short Story, to be presented at the 65th World Science Fiction Convention in Yokohama, Japan. Congratulations, Tim, from everyone here at Blowfish!
And, really, how cool is it that we have a Hugo-nominated writer as a product reviewer and columnist?
Dear Blowfish,
I’d like to buy a Feeldoe, and I’m super partial to the black one. I’m wondering if it will be too big for anal play with my partner. Do you have the circumference measurements? That might help, since we have some toys already but i’m not sure what their diameters are . . .
The black Feeldoe, the Feeldoe Stout Silicone Double-Dildo, is 1-3/4 inches in diameter. We can find the circumference with by multiplying the circumference by the measurement for pi, or, by 3.14. (High school geometry to the rescue!)
So, 1.75 inches x 3.14 = 5.5 inches is the circumference of the Feeldoe Stout.
If the dildos you use in your partner’s bum are about five and a half inches around, the Feeldoe Stout might be perfect for you guys. You can, of course, measure your favorite anal toy’s circumference and divide it by 3.14 to get the diameter of the perfect toy, and then come back to the site to search if that makes more sense.
Happy Playing!
The first toy I acquired while working as the toys person at Blowfish was a bright, cherry red butt-plug. I’d only owned one butt-plug before, a purple one that didn’t have quite the pizzazz I was hoping for. I wanted it to be flashy and bright. I wanted to look at that innocent piece of plastic and think, “Dear me that plug is loud enough to alert the neighbors!”. It may come as no surprise to many of you that when the newest prostate massager came in on sample from the UK, I nabbed the red one and ordered a whole case. The cherry red Excel Prostate Massager is finally here.
For those initiated into prostate play, you’ve discovered that the ass has a great many nerve endings that love to be diddled. And if you also happen to be one of those lucky enough to be born with a prostate (fellas, that’s you), you might have also discovered that your prostate is sensitive to pressure and friction. Some of you might have even had a hands-free orgasm/ejaculation. I’ve always wanted to do that, you know, be the woman who can just cross her legs and squeeze them together and blamo, insta-orgasm. Well guys, here’s your chance. The Excel is made of a firm, fire-engine red plastic with thick insertable portion (about 1-1/2 inches in diameter) that rubs all along the prostate as your muscles turn it to and fro. To help increase movement, the handle part that sits against the perineum is affixed with a stainless-steel ball bearing for effortless gliding. This seamless pivot point not only feels wonderful, it makes the toy move more than its predecessor (the almost fully discontinued Nero Prostate Massager) but with a more filling bulk than the Glide Prostate Massager, its smaller brother. And this baby is red. Glorious shape, glorious color . . . a new favorite of the tank (and of my personal collection)!
Around here in the Bay Area, we have a plethora of earth-friendly folks. Why, just the other day my girlfriend and I switched our doggie poo picker-upper bags to ones that are biodegradable so we, too, can do our part to not fill the local landfills with more plastic shopping bags than necessary. One might go so far as to call us “granola,” meaning “those who go way out of their way to do nature-y things” (as opposed to the other definition “contains wholesome bits of crunchy goodness”, although that applies to us as well). For those who aspire to care for the earth while they tie their lover up for some sexy, restrained bondage, we’ve got just the Granola Fleecey Bondage Cuffs to get you started.
Made from backpacker’s cozy, soft fleece (which in turn is made from, yup, you guessed it, recycled soda pop bottles), these cuffs are some of the most comfortable things we’ve wrapped around our oft-bound wrists. The grey fleece snuggles up against the skin and is buckled on the side by standard-fare backpack buckles. The nylon webbing that comprises the backside of the cuffs is tough enough to lower pianos out of Manhattan apartment windows, not that we recommend that you try or anything, and is finished with nickel O-rings for attaching your favorite rope, tethers, or eco-friendly hand-spun cotton twine. The short sides of the fleece ends are not sewn under because this proved too difficult for the manufacturer, but we found the unfinished edge kind of charming and not at all a hindrance to our bondage play. Comfortable, affordable cuffs that help save the world? Can you get much more granola that that? The Blowfishies approve!
You get used to being interrupted around the Blowfishie office (or “tank” as we like to call it). I’m used to having to stop mid-sentence while I’m reading a book for review to pick up the ringing phone or give the toy-buyer my opinion on what color butt-toy y’all would like the best (I said purple, but she went with red anyway, so if you don’t like the color of this week’s new butt-plug, hey, I tried). But while I was reading Best Gay Erotica 2007 it was so darn good that I had a really hard time not glaring when I was interrupted. I think I might have snarled at the toy-buyer once (sorry about that, Bekah!). I finally gave up and took this saucy little book home, locked myself in the bedroom, shutting out both my husband and my whiny cats so I could devour the rest of this gem in peace.
It’s really quite deserving of the title of “Best”, as every single story is well-written, with interesting characters, fascinating settings and meaningful plots. And, as much as I like to skip ahead to the sex scenes once I’ve read a story through, I really appreciate getting to know the people whose hot sex scene I’m reading about. It just makes it that much hotter when I’m emotionally invested in the bodies pounding away on the page. This book has everything from unexpected flings to tender coming-of-age explorations between good friends in a hayloft. There’s even a short graphic story, for those of you who like a little visual mixed in with your text. Overall, one of the best collections of erotica — gay, straight, bi, lesbian or other — that I’ve read in quite some time.
I know that in this business we throw around the term “girls” when we mean women all the time, but for Fresh: Girls of Seduction I find myself unwilling to go there, despite the title. Why? Because these (18 and over, fully adult and legal) women are dressed up to look like much younger women, and they’re incredibly successful. Thanks to props such as braces, knee-socks, pig-tails and even tap shoes in one case, a few of these adult women look all of 14 years old. The way they’re smiling for the camera in awkward, non-professional poses — almost as if they’re sitting for yearbook shots with their tops pulled up — firmly completes the illusion of extreme youth and innocence. The overall effect is almost uncomfortably seductive, even though the nude shots are all pretty tame by most erotic photography standards: breasts, bottoms, panties peeking out under a short skirt and a few bare-pussy shots (but not spread open). I’d recommend skipping the introduction, as it’s just a little too spot-on as it talks about the Lolita complex. Overall, it’s actually quite a sweet book, and reminded more than a few of us of our high-school crushes, and it was reassuring to know that we were reminiscing while looking at 18 and over, fully adult and legal models.
Ah, the writing life. Savanna Samson makes it look so easy. You sit at your desk, eat big slices of pizza, drink coffee (which you Irish up as necessary), tap at a laptop while speaking the words you’re typing aloud, and have really vivid sexual fantasies starring . . . yourself! Why is it never like that when I write? Perhaps because I don’t write porn (only, um, about porn).
Savanna plays a porn screenwriter with a pushy producer who calls her constantly, demanding rewrites and conceptual re-thinkings of the script. He doesn’t give her a lot of guidance, but then again, he doesn’t ask for anything very demanding, either. His suggestions are along the lines of “Two girls making out is great. Two girls making out and then a guy walks in — genius!”
Savanna sits at her desk and scowls and then begins typing, and we get a look at her “scenes,” most starring her lovely self (and her beautiful pierced nipples). As requested, she writes a simple straightforward boy-girl scene, then another boy-girl scene, then a cute girl-girl scene with Savanna and Sandra Romain frolicking in bed and eventually getting down to serious business with a strap-on, another boy-girl scene, and finally that genius three-way. It’s a fun little flick, with anal, good blowjobs, facials, and some hot girl-girl action. It’s not a very deep or complicated movie, really just some vignettes strung together with a loose story, but Savanna is luscious and she has fun with the part, and it’s a good showcase for her myriad talents. Extras include a bunch of good scenes from other films, trailers, photo galleries, etc.
There aren’t a lot of grudges in Grudge, though there are many actions that could lead to future grudges. In fact, it’s a downright odd name for the movie, which might have been more accurately titled Want, or (to be a bit more expansive) The Grass Is Always Greener On The Other Side, or maybe even, Stop Going To Whorehouses, Moron, And Screw Your Amazingly Hot Wife!, though that only addresses one of the plot threads, alas. It’s a rather sweet tale as it begins, with the blonde, lean Stefani Morgan literally walking into town and encountering photographer Kurt Lockwood. He photographs her, and before long they’re having illicit sex in a youth hostel. Then she moves in with him, and — after an unspecified amount of time passes — he becomes famous for his photos of her, and she’s his Muse and one true love. Of course, that’s just the beginning of the flick, which means some complication has to creep in, and it does, in the form of Mercedez, who is sort of the physical opposite of Stefani — she’s dark and curvaceous, lush and voluptuous. Setting Mercedez and Stefani up in opposition to one another is a pretty strong visual, actually. Mercedez is a writer working on a story (or a book or a profile or something) about Kurt’s photography, and there’s a spark between them when they meet. Before long, Kurt can’t stop thinking about her, and his Muse no longer excites him. Meanwhile, Mercedez tries to connect with her husband, Trent Tesoro — he’s the one who ignores his hot wife in favor of having sex with prostitutes, which leads to some nice orgy scenes, at least.
The nice thing about this tangle of interpersonal lust is how balanced it is. Mercedez isn’t an evil bitch out to steal Stefani’s woman. Kurt is torn up about his divided feelings. Stefani is kind of catty, but understandably so. Trent is the only really loathesome character. Unfortunately, this soap-opera train wreck waiting to happen doesn’t resolve. The film ends before Kurt and Mercedez follow their hearts and do irreparable damage to their current relationships, with a “To Be Continued” title card before the credits. And it is continued, in the sequel, Illicit, which brings the story to a satisfying conclusion . . . and also manages to stand alone as a film better than Grudge does, since the backstory is all neatly explained, and the story actually resolves. The best thing you can do, honestly, is get both movies and watch them back-to-back. You’ll get lots of hot sex — Stefani gets all the best scenes in Grudge, while Mercedez gets the best scenes in Illicit — and characters you can care about. Not a bad deal.
In this episode, Rebekah gets very crunchy, Christophe talks about scripting sex, and Heather gets very gay. We talk with Shine Louise Houston about the upcoming Gala Premiere of her new movie, In Search of the Wild Kingdom!
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“The Sound of Christmas Morning, The Smell of Summer Afternoons,” by Ariel Graham.
Not like I thought it would be so easy—I accepted everything that could go wrong, irate family members, lawsuits, offspring, being fired—but I was there to give comfort, to help belay fear and prepare the way. I took his hands and guided them to my breasts as I swung my leg over his and straddled him and let him call me Lisa.
Read “The Sound of Christmas Morning, The Smell of Summer Afternoons” in Fishnet, Blowfish’s always-free journal of erotica.
We just realized that we haven’t talked much about holidays here at Caught in the Net, though we certainly like red-and-white Valentine’s day lingerie, and women full of Christmas cheer wearing nothing but Santa hats, and sexy witches and nurses and such at Hallowe’en, and Mardi Gras flashers, and people putting “Kiss Me I’m Irish” stickers on inappropriate parts of their anatomy on St. Paddy’s day. So, to redress those holiday oversights, we’re here to mention a few of the lesser-known sexual holidays . . .
First and foremost, of course, there’s Steak and Blowjob Day, the man’s answer to Valentine’s day. The official website lays out the argument pretty well: Straight men work hard to make Valentine’s Day special for their loved ones, providing flowers, candy, nice meals, jewelry, and so on. The dirty little secret? “Guys feel left out. That’s right, there’s no special holiday for the ladies to show their appreciation for the men in their life. Men as a whole are either too proud or too embarrassed to admit it. Which is why a new holiday has been created.” On March 14, then — a month after St. Valentine’s day — women are encouraged to show their love with steak and blowjobs. No agonizing over what gift to buy, because it’s all right there in the title. There’s a certain crass simplicity to it that you have to admire.
Naturally some women have declared a need for National Cunnilingus Day in response, because candy and flowers are all very nice, but oral sex is better. A quick Google search turns up assorted declarations naming January 31, February 9, and November 21, variously, as National Cunnilingus Day. Congress has inexplicably failed to weigh in with an official decision, so feel free to celebrate them all! On a Consumating.com message board, a user named Xeni rather ingeniously advocated the creation of “Sushi and Cunnilingus Day.”
Then there’s March 3, National Threesome Observance Day. Not technically a day to have threesomes, apparently, but a day to recognize and appreciate and honor the three-way, the sex act with the fewest number of people involved that can still be called an “orgy” with a straight face. First invented in a press release to promote a book about threesomes, it’s taken on a life of its own, which just goes to show, even PR stunts can become serious things — if you build it, they will come. You can read the original press release here.
December 15 is National Make-Out Day, according to, well, a MySpace chain letter . . . hey, any excuse to make out, right? Yes, we know these holidays are getting a bit tenuous now. The text of the letter can be found here. See, we managed to avoid making you go to a MySpace page! You’re welcome!
More seriously, May is National Masturbation Month, set aside for all manner of muffin-fluffin’ and meat-beatin’ events, the most prominent of which is sponsored by the (very excellent) Center for Sex and Culture in San Francisco. Details on this year’s event — yes, it’s a Masturbate-A-Thon, on May 26 — can be found at Masturbate-A-Thon.com (there’s not much there yet, but stay tuned). Info about other Masturbate-A-Thons can be found at Wikipedia, seat of all knowledge. Maybe there’s one where you live!
Our diligent efforts (well, all right, a few late-night web searches) failed to turn up any genuine, organized attempts at a National Anal Sex Day or a National Orgy Day or a National Erotic Spanking Day, so there’s still plenty of holiday territory out there to be claimed. Want to start your own holiday? Start calling your friends and sending out press releases! Just make sure we get the day off work.
At one point in Blowfish’s history, we were very heavily biased towards employees who had been to Oberlin College (it wasn’t really a requirement to work here, honest). Thus, we’ve always had a certain fondness for the place, even if those days are past.
Thus, we were tickled to notice that the Oberlin College Rhinos, the women’s rugby team, is selling a nude calendar as a fundraiser. From their statement:
We hope these images call attention to the ways in which our society has made the female body a commodity and how female rugby players have acknowledged and overcome these standards.
Given our recent sports-oriented Caught in the Net, how could we resist?
Our last podcast was about polyamory, and one of the topics was good on-line resources for same. A loyal listener wrote in to recommend Polyamory Weekly, as “a good place to hear wide-ranging topics relating to consentual non-monogamy in a ‘kink friendly point of view.” If you know of other good resources, send them along!
Dear Blowfish,
I’ve browsed your site a lot, but can’t really find the thing I want, but I’m not too good with the measuring system, so maybe it’s just me. I’m looking for a small silicone dildo, about 1 or 1-1/2 fingers thick for anal play. Can you help?
It sounds like you are looking for something roughly and inch in diameter. My fingers may not be quite the same size as yours, but I’m going to assume the office average and steer you towards toys about a inch thick.
Our most popular butt-dildo is the silicone Mistress. This toy is just under a 1-1/4 inches thick and long enough for thrusting, so it could be a nice option. Similar to that is the Smoothie. It has a similar 1-1/4 inch width, but it is smooth from top to bottom and contains a small vibrator (in case that appeals to you). Also look into the Fever. While it is in fact a “plug” it could easily be thrusted in and out a few inches and it is just under an inch thick.
Being the toys buyer’s harness is a tough job. Not every harness can cut the mustard. I’ve been using the Cowboi Harness for quite some time now, loving every thrust and counting my lucky stars that I’ve had the pleasure of testing so many different kinds of harnesses such that I could find the very best. And then, out of the blue, I stumbled upon the Jacques Comfort-Cloth Jock-Style Harness. I set the Cowboi Harness aside for a week to give the Jacques a test drive and, well, I think I’m in love. (Don’t get me wrong, my Cowboi Harness still gets plenty of play, but this non-leather, super soft harness might have eclipsed all others as my personal fave.)
The Jacques harness was designed by someone who has fucked a fair share of people with a dildo strapped to her hips. How do I know this? Because I’ve fucked more than my share of folks with dildos strapped to my hips, too, and almost all of the minor annoyances of other models have been remedied in this supreme design! First off, the leg straps adjust on sliders like a bra strap (so no loose ends—brilliant!) and the waist is a solid, two-sided Velcro belt design that keeps the harness firmly in place while eliminating the problem of dangling adjusters and in-the-dark fumbling. Add to the simple, step-in design an ultra-comfortable crotch piece that can accommodate both standard dildos as well as double dildos, and you can really feel my heart start to flutter. Because the crotch piece is made with backing designed to act as padding or be moved to the side to allow for a double toy to slip through, I think it works well with just about everything in my toy chest (and that is saying something!). The whole thing is made from machine-washable materials, 100% vegan, too. Did I mention that it is comfortable enough to wear under clothing and that the O-ring is stretchy so it holds dildos from 1-1/4 inches to 2 inches thick? Or that the larger size can be used on waists up to 60 inches? Stop me now, because I could just go on and on about how much I adore my Jacques.
Need a harness? Try this one.
Anal lube for the ladies? My mother would be appalled to hear of such a thing (or at least pretend to be, in mixed company). We think, however, that it’s about freaking time that someone put their nose to the grinding stone and pumped out some booty formula that makes us purdy girls drop to all fours and stick our asses in the air in anticipation. Sliquid Sassy Water-Based Gel Lubricant is a paraben-free, glycerine-free lube that has no flavor, no color, no nonoxynol-9, and well, nothing but the slippery good stuff. While it was created as a thick gel lube to stay in place during hard thrusting, I use it for all my sex; vaginal, anal, and oral. Because there is no glycerine in the formula, I don’t have to worry about it gunking up my pussy with weird sugars that may cause a yeast problem and no flavors mean I can easily drop down for some oral action mid-play without getting a toungeful of chemical flavors. Also, this lube works swimmingly with toys because it stays where you put it, even if where you are putting it is on the slippery lip of a glass toy. Or, you know, places a little bit more . . . bootylicious.
Perhaps the most popular of sexual fantasies, the three-way is a standard in everything from purity tests to Penthouse Letters. Three-Way: Erotic Stories is chok full of nearly every kind of three-way you could think of, and I’m not just talking the usual “boy-boy-girl” or “girl-girl-boy” variations (though it has those as well). No, these are real stories, with complex characters who have to deal with the emotional ramifications of what they’re doing. From the sex-worker whose favorite client brings in another woman who just happens to be the bitchy sociology teacher who made her 10th grade year a living hell to the girlfriend whose affair with her boyfriend’s roommate turns out to be much more complicated than she’d bargained for, the hot sex is underscored by some tumultuous emotions. Trust me when I tell you that this just makes the sex all the more breathtakingly hot, especially since, unlike in a real three-way, the emotions are happening directly to you. Two fins up for this menagerie of three-way sex!
Despite the name of this disc, Jenna doesn’t love Justin — or, at least, that’s what I’d guess from the fact that she filed for divorce in December 2006. But this is a compilation DVD of scenes from between 2001 and 2003, when, presumably, she did love him. He was the only man she’d have intercourse with on screen, at least, so we Jenna fans owe him for providing the only heterosexual hardcore featuring Jenna in these latter days of her career.
When I like a TV show, I usually watch it religiously. Which is why I hate the dreaded clip show — those horrible, rerun-in-all-but-name abominations that string together unrelated scenes from earlier episodes, usually with some shoddy frame story. So my initial response to compilation porn films is disgust and annoyance — greedy bastards, trying to squeeze more money out of devoted fans by repackaging old material! But porn’s a bit different from TV. For one thing, even the most fanatic porn lover would have trouble keeping up with all the releases from the more prolific performers, and I’ve seen some great compilations, usually featuring scenes starring a particular actress (or centering on a particular fetish). This particular compilation DVD is a little more haphazard than that — it’s mostly scenes of Jenna, mostly from films directed by her estranged hubby Justin Sterling, but not entirely. There are a few hardcore scenes with Jenna, and those are most welcome, because Jenna’s still got a charisma and sexiness that shines through the TV screen and grabs you by the, um, pleasure centers of the brain. There are also some sexy solo vamping scenes by Jenna, and some girl-girl fun (those are the best scenes, actually, especially her dirty romp with Nikita Denise and her strap-on frolic with Tawny Roberts). But there are scenes that don’t involve Jenna, like the great make-out session between Krystal Steal and Briana Banks by a fountain, and a nice solo masturbation scene featuring Nikita and some well-used toys. Maybe they’re directed by Justin? I dunno. The thematic through-line of this compilation is lost on me. But it’s got sexy women doing sexy things for my enjoyment, so I won’t delve too deeply. It’d be nice if the box copy acknowledged that it’s a clip show, but they don’t try to hide it in the film itself, so I won’t cry foul too loudly.
Now, I only worked in advertising for about six months right after college, so I don’t claim to be an expert or anything, but it seems like putting the word “Virus” in the title of a porn film is maybe not the smartest marketing idea — I certainly wrinkled my nose in distaste and picked up the box by one corner, as if it might itself be infectious. (I mean, the word “Infectious” is featured prominently on the box, along with a biohazard symbol). Then again, maybe it’s a reminder that sex in the form of watching porn by yourself in your living room is safe sex.
The premise involves a former boy genius who went to India and studied with gurus for years, but came back with ideas that could have been acquired in half a semester of an intro to philosophy class: “People are too attached to material things! They don’t connect with each other!” Etc. So his solution is to engineer a virus that kills people unless they have orgasms, presumably to spread world peace by encouraging desperate fucking. He invites a bunch of sexy journalists to his house, promising a big news story, and secretly infects them all. Oh, yeah, and the virus also gives them all telepathy, pretty randomly, and for no discernible purpose. It’s a decent enough premise for getting people to shag all over a mansion, but they certainly take their time getting to the shagging, and the plot just isn’t good enough to deserve that kind of screen time. Several characters do die, of the virus or other things, and it’s always rather jarring, as the film veers wildly from humor to pop philosophy to violent science fiction and back again. There is a pretty funny subplot about a woman who keeps accidentally killing her potential sexual partners, who becomes increasingly more desperate to get laid and stay alive. The numerous overdubbed voices are distracting, but possibly better than the original (presumably heavily accented?) dialogue it replaced. Much of the original audio track is difficult to hear or understand. So, it’s not without its problems. But on to the sex!
Of course, when you’re terrified of dying, it might be tough to achieve orgasm, and the pressure of knowing that if you don’t get your lover off, she’ll die — talk about performance anxiety! Fortunately, none of the performers seem to really care about their motivation, so the sex is your basic hardcore European fuckfest. I said to my wife last night, European porn stars will just as soon assfuck you as look at you, and there’s plenty of anal, dp, group sex, and a really nice four-way all-girl scene with bikini-clad beauties frolicking poolside. Some movies have a plot that adds to your enjoyment, and some have a plot that you have to endure to get the good stuff. This is one of the latter, but there is good stuff, so persevere.
In this episode, Rebekah gets very slippery, Christophe talks about the lighter side of biological warfare, and Heather gets hot and bothered about threesomes. We talk with Matisse about the theory and practice of Polyamory.
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The ubiquity of digital cameras and the rise of Flickr.com have revolutionized amateur photography on the internet by allowing anybody with a reasonably fast connection to upload and share photos, or browse photos provided by thousands of others. Not surprisingly, it’s revolutionized amateur porn, too, since, if you give people a camera, some percentage will inevitably photograph their naughty bits, and if you give them a place to display said photos, some percentage of those will give in to their digital exhibitionist impulse. There’s plenty of professional photography on Flickr, too, either uploaded by the photographers, or the models, or bored teenagers with scanners, or . . . But you can get annoyed quickly trying to browse for sexy photos on Flickr just by using keyword searches. There’s a lot of data out there, and it’s hard to sort noise from signal. Fortunately, there are plenty of people willing to filter that data for you and provide the best (for highly subjective values of “best,” of course). Herewith, a round-up of a few Flickr blogs that collect the best photos from the site for your viewing pleasure:
Flickrdreams is a no-nonsense site posting mostly softcore photos without commentary, with an emphasis on bikinis, lingerie, tight shorts, and the like. Good if you’re looking for pleasant eye candy.
Flickr’s Angels is a little more artsy — and has more nudes — with some beautiful black-and-white shots and photographic composition that’s usually a little more interesting than your average porn shots.
Flickr’s Finest Females aims to gather the most beautiful girls on the ‘net, and they’ve certainly caught a few. There’s some commentary here, mostly brief little jokes and asides, but getting some sense of an editorial voice is nice, and a lot of the photos are rather funny and whimsical.
We (Heart) Boobs is, as you might have guessed, breast-centric, with a definite bias toward more artistic shots. If you want quality boob shots, this is a good bet.
Feet of Flickr is ostensibly devoted to beautiful feet, though it’s not exclusively foot-centric. I know there are a lot of foot/toe/ankle/shoe fetishists out there, and you’ll probably find a lot to like here.
And finally, our favorite: Blowjobs on Flickr, Haiku Style. That’s right. It’s the best blowjob shots on Flickr, with brief descriptive haiku — sometimes funny, sometimes sweet, sometimes crude, sometimes cruel. It’s not all great haiku, but it’s an innovative idea for a blog, and weirdly compelling. A sample haiku:
“I am a dancer,
not a prostitute.” she says
rent check bounced again
Oh, here’s another:
she made him promise
no one would see the pictures
her parents would freak
You can read the rest yourself. Or, you know, just go look at the pictures.
We are, of course, as proud as can be that Sexerati has an interview with Shine Louise Houston, director of (as we are sure you know) The Crash Pad, Superfreak, and In Search of the Wild Kingdom!
The Spring 2007 Blowfish Catalog, complete with a gorgeous cover by Molly Crabapple, is now available! It will be going into the mail very soon, but if you just can’t wait, you can download the PDF (requires Acrobat Reader) now.
We thought that the 80gb iPod (in black) with all of Shine Louise Houston’s movies in it was a great door prize for our March 29th Gala Premiere of her new movie, In Search of the Wild Kingdom is a great door prize.
And it is.
But there’s more! The wonderful people behind the Monkey Rocker have donated one as a door prize. That’s right: If you attend the gala premiere, you could win a Monkey Rocker, just like that. And what is a Monkey Rocker, may you ask? You may! From our description:
Who says a fucking machine has to be scary? The Monkey Rocker is a near-effortless penetration device that is simple and effective at providing unlimited thrusting without ever getting tired or wanting to just cuddle. If penetration is your thing and you want to get lots of it without wearing yourself out or waking the neighbors, the Monkey Rocker is apt to be ideal for you.
And, because what’s a Monkey Rocker without its dildo, we’re throwing in a $35 gift certificate to help you on the way to the dildo of your dreams.
Needless to say, you want one. And you could win one, or the iPod! (Must be present to win, just so you know.)
So, remember: March 29th, 8pm, the Roxie Theatre in San Francisco. Tickets now available on-line, and In Search of the Wild Kingdom is now available for pre-order.