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ITEM: Playboy magazine will stop publishing pictures of nude ladies.

It will still publish sexy pics, but they’ll be more the kind of stuff you find in FHM, Esquire or Loaded – only, you know, classy.

The reasons are simple enough: (1) thanks to the interpr0nwebs (or even just Tumblr), you can see nude ladies anywhere, and see them doing all kinds of things they never did in Playboy, and (2) Playboy’s circulation is down so much that it doesn’t have much to lose by dropping the nudity.

Arguably they should have done it a long time ago. As both a champion of First Amendment issues (both in terms of nude pics and in-depth articles addressing censorship issues) and an up-market single man’s lifestyle magazine, Playboy is not the relevant pop-culture force it once was – and it hasn’t been for a long time.

Part of that is because its reputation and editorial direction was built around an affluent bachelor lifestyle/philosophy – especially in regards to attitudes towards women – that has been outdated more or less since Reagan left office. Playboy’s mission statement played well in the 1950s and 1960s, but by the 80s it mainly got by via college kids and yuppies, as well as serving as a foil to the Moral Majority (or at least a classier foil than Hustler). To its credit, Playboy did try to evolve with the times, but they never really succeeded.

And while tastes may vary, IMO Playboy’s pictorials haven’t been sexy since 1982. They have tried to maintain a level of relative classiness, but it’s hard to be classy when the models look like shiny plasticine Photoshop mannequins. Feminists have always taken Playboy to task (and not always unfairly) for treating women as unrealistic fun-loving sex objects, but this actually became true aesthetically as well as philosophically.

I will say that while “I only read Playboy for the articles” is one of the great old jokes (and The Daily Beast’s Emily Shire will go out of her way to remind everyone that no one ever read them because Playboy is spank-bank material and nothing else), Playboy did put a lot of effort into the non-pictorial content. It published fiction from some of the top writers of the time, and the interviews were considered to be some of the most in-depth and insightful to be found anywhere. Even their stereo reviews were taken seriously. Sure, no one read Playboy just for the articles ever, but that’s not to say they didn’t read the articles, or that the articles weren’t worth reading.

So if that’s what they’re going to trade on now, it’s good that they’ll focus on that, though whether it will save the brand, I don’t know. And I confess, I don’t care that much.

As for the nudity, some people have waxed nostalgic about how Playboy was practically a rite of passage for guys my age – you never forget the first time you found yr dad/uncle’s secret stash and found out what ladies look like with their clothes off, etc. For me personally, there was no dad-stash. My first skin mag was either Penthouse or Oui (there was a lot of soft-focus, I remember that), and I found it whilst dumpster-diving. I was 13. It had an effect – it was definitely a step up from the lingerie section of the Sears catalog.

Interestingly, the Big Score was acquired during a youth church retreat. I was 17 by then, and we went camping by a river on the property of someone one of the advisors knew. The property included a cabin we were allowed to access, and inside the cabin someone discovered a crate full of Playboys.

Hallelujah, etc.

I guess it’s true that we’ve long since passed the age when young heterosexual men in puberty have their first Playboy moment on the path to sexual discovery. These days it’s probably “my first Tumblr account”, or “The first day I got a Pornhub link in my search results”. It’s not really the same. At least with Playboy you got some decent literature and journalism to go with it.

Anyway, I do think Hugh Hefner deserves credit for shaking up the establishment and paving the way for America’s sexual liberation. But we should also probably admit that the Playboy clubs with cocktail waitresses dressed as bunnies were just silly.

BONUS TRACK: One interesting by-product of the Playboy legacy was Playboy After Dark, a TV show that ran from 1969 to 1970. There was no nudity in it – it was basically a televised posh cocktail party at Hef’s place with some surprisingly decent musical guests that you don’t normally see playing at posh cocktail parties.

Like Peter-Green era Fleetwood Mac.

All that AND Arte Johnson drunk on a pool table.

No photographs,

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Coming soon to a porn site near you:

[Via Scott Patrick]

Of course it’s tradition for pornmakers to cash in on big-budget films with a cheap XXX version, though it’s only in recent years that they’ve put a little effort into it in terms of costumes.

Apparently they’ve gotten so good at it that they can make a parody of the film before the film is even out.

Which means this is really more of a parody of the trailer of the film. Which is probably close enough, since the XXX plot will probably involve Batman and Superman having a contest to see who can bang the most porn stars.

Or here’s another way of looking at it – if the XXX version comes out before the non-XXX version, could one argue that Zack Snyder’s Batman vs Superman is a non-porn rip-off of the original XXX film?

Who came first,

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A picture of a nude woman getting a massage from a giant green armadillo.

babylonfalling: Grit Graphix, Chicago Seed (1968)

[Via Lesbian Horse]

The Internet®: If you can think of it, we have it.

A little to the left,

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When news broke of all those nude celebrity photos being hacked out of iCloud (allegedly) and set loose on the interwubs, my Facebook feed was filled with posts blaming the celebrities for (1) taking nude pictures of themselves in the first place (because who DOES that?), (2) being dumb enough to put them “in the cloud” and then (3) having the nerve to complain that the pictures were made public.

Oh, and okay, yes, hacking bad. But godDAMN, celebrities, what were you THINKING?

Which annoys me in all kinds of ways, the main one being that it’s another case of blaming the victims, slut-shaming them and passing moral judgments on their behavior – as if Jennifer Lawrence was asking to have her private pictures distributed on Reddit because she actually let herself be photographed naked and put the pics in the cloud where hackers could get to them (unlike, say, the hard drive on her laptop or a thumb drive, which would be so much safer). Which is like arguing that if someone robs my bank, it’s my own fault for depositing my money where bank robbers could steal it.

I could go on. Fortunately this piece from Forbes (of all places) saves me a lot of typing. The short version: (1) nude selfies and sexting are part of human sexuality whether you personally approve or not, (2) “the cloud” isn’t some public park on the internet, and (3) cloud storage services like iCloud are designed to be both automated and – to the average user – indistinguishable from having content stored on your hard drive, all in the name of ease of use (which in turn means getting more people to use cloud services).

So lay off, maybe.

But then, for a lot of people, celebrities exist for us to kick around. The “blame the celebrities” meme is emblematic of society’s strange love/hate relationship with Good Looking Famous People, where Normal Decent People obsess over the juicy details of celebrities’ private lives so that when they do something outrageous or extremely naughty, we can hold it against them.

Invasion of Celebrity Privacy (a.k.a. celebrity gossip media) is a multi-billion dollar industry, and “candid” pics are a major component of that business. And it’s not just rags like New York Daily News or TMZ. Go look at The Huffington Post, where the “most popular stories ” sidebar is usually populated with stories about Kim Kardashian wearing something inappropriate in a restaurant or Miley Cyrus at a topless beach or a Beyonce nip-slip/sideboob picture or Taylor Swift’s sex tape. Because the public has a right to know, you see.

So in that context, it seems disingenuous for people to say “Shame on you for taking those pics” when there’s so much public demand for them.

To be fair, some people have focused their criticism in terms of “personal responsibility”. As in: “If you take naughty pics of yself, you should own up to it. Don't do it if you’d be embarrassed by it.”

I don’t really care for that line either, for a couple of reasons besides the ones I mentioned above: (1) everyone has aspects of themselves they want to keep private, including the critics, and (2) it suggests that you should always act as though you are being watched. Given how even the assumption of panopticon surveillance affects behavior, that grates against my more libertarian instincts.

The other “personal responsibility” angle is taking responsibility for security of yr private data, especially when so much of yr private data is constantly being collected and sold (legally and otherwise), in which case we should all know better by now so yr an idiot for not being more careful.

Technically this is a good point. But as mentioned above, not everyone knows how to go about doing that, and in this specific case they often assume that the cloud service provider has that covered. In which case the more helpful response isn’t “don’t take nude pics, slut” but “here’s how you can take steps to make sure they don’t fall into the wrong hands”.

Violet Blue has some great advice about that here. She also makes a good point: this isn’t just about celebrity pics getting stolen. This is everyone’s problem – and even more so for women, because the consequences can be more serious than minor embarrassment:

In the celebrity nudes aftermath this week I've seen tweets -- even from security professionals -- saying things like, "she shouldn't have spread her legs for an iPhone."

What BS. As if we deserve to lose our jobs, our friends, custody of our kids, our personal safety, our emotional well-being, or our mental health because we did what lots of people do voluntarily on Twitter every week (or what a million creepy dudes do on Tinder every day with their own "dick pics"). That’s stupid and just plain wrong.

When someone takes our personal photos and posts them online, it's not a joke.

It is a violation. It drives some women -- especially young women -- to suicide.

Suggesting that the violation of our consent is our fault is harassment.

Exactly. Which is why all the shame-based criticism comes across to me as the equivalent of “she asked for it” and abstinence-only sex education. It may not be intended that way. But that’s what it sounds like to me.

FULL DISCLOSURE: I have taken nude selfies. I think it’s fun. And no, you can’t see them.

Ain’t that a shame,

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ITEM: NYC’s Museum of Sex has opened Funland, a sex-themed exhibit designed like a carnival.

Naturally, it includes an inflatable bounce house made of boobs.

From The Atlantic:

[…] viewers physically interact with the exhibits: searching out the G-Spot Grotto at the heart of the Tunnel of Love, romping on that bouncy castle of breasts, and conquering Grope Mountain, a climbing wall covered in appendages and orifices. The duo have also developed a full Funland menu based on the historic fair food, including coconut cocktails and candied-apple popcorn.

I must go there.

Bouncy bouncy,

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Feels nice, AND it really pulls the room together.

[Via RetroSpace]

Mink, lynx or jaguar,

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I am attending a night gathering in my village in an open pavilion lit by portable floodlights. In the shadows teenagers are trying to make it with each other, under the impression that no one can see them. I heckle them: “We can still SEE you, Romeo!” but of course they ignore me.

Outrage ensues. The local district representative commands a podium on the far side of the pavilion and vows to pass an ordinance making public oral sex illegal. An argument breaks out over (1) whether that’s already illegal and therefore a pointless gesture and (2) why stop at oral sex? “If you just ban blowjobs, these damn horny teenagers will go straight to intercourse and butt sex in the streets!” says one concerned parent.

At this point a group led by celebrity chef Gordon Ramsey storms the pavilion and holds a demonstration mocking the whole thing, staging exaggerated public oral sex scenes with phallic props and over-the-top ejaculations simulated by everything from champagne bottles to whipped cream spray cans.

For the pièce de résistance, Gordon has rigged up a fire-extinguisher spout to a two-stroke motor, creating a pump that can spray whipped cream in spurts up to 100 meters. He chases his cohorts around the pavilion with it. Some women in the crowd are so offended by the spectacle that they refuse to look, even though it’s explained to them that it’s only a simulation.

And then I woke up.

We’re gonna need a mop,

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In which Pornhub reveals the top three keyword searches on its site by state:

Via Jezebel:

As the Daily Dot reports, last week, PornHub released some data regarding keyword searches in each American state. Texans are into teens. Kentucky digs hentai. Georgia gets off on ebony. New Yorkers rub one out after searching "college." In self-obsessed Hawaii, "Hawaii" is one of the top search terms. West Virginia likes MILFs, creampies and BBW. California's top three searches are Asian, teen and massage, which seems fitting when you think about Los Angeles as a chilled out, youth-obsessed pseudo-Zen town.

FULL DISCLOSURE: I am from Tennessee. Make of that what you will.

Search me,

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I am at a fantastically luxurious resort hotel which is hosting a convention (and offering special packages) for fans of a particularly popular book + film. I don’t remember the name, just that it was supposed to be a cross between 50 Shades Of Grey and a detective story. The film is famous for having lots of deleted sex scenes that are notoriously explicit.

There are lots of free lunch buffets located around the resort, and coupon booklets for lots of special offers, all of them related to the film. Also, the film is available on VOD in all the hotel rooms, complete with the deleted scenes, which you can actually place anywhere you want in the film and as many times as you want.

I am there with KT – neither of us are fans of the film or the book, we just got a good deal on a vacation package. KT is impressed with the hotel itself, and calls the concierge to ask if they have any birthday specials (as she thinks it would be great to come back when it’s my birthday).

The concierge promptly sends up a team of about 20+ people to meet us and explain their facilities. However, the discussion is dominated by a buffoon who keeps making jokes about how the only birthday specials they offer is following you around playing practical jokes on you and yelling “April Fools!” KT’s face goes very sour and stern, and the longer he goes on, the more obviously irritated she is becoming. Finally the guy in charge dismisses everyone and apologizes for the buffoon’s behavior.

Later, it is revealed there is a business angle to all this: I’m supposed to be researching all this, talking to fans of the book/film, then reporting my findings in a video interview. I meet the woman who works for the client that has hired me to do all this. We set up for the interview, and when the woman starts playing some “appropriate” background music, we get sidetracked after I ask her how they will handle the licensing issues for the music, since this is supposed to be going on YouTube. As an assistant tries to explain how that works, the woman tries to distract me from the issue by changing her clothes in front of me.

“I’m married, by the way,” I say.

“So am I,” she responds. “Are you sure you’ve watched the film?”

And then I woke up.

Not yr fan,

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FUN FACT: The first time I ever saw Movie Boobs in a theatre was when I saw Airplane!.

20. Kitten Natividad - Airplane Nudes Top 100 发布人 robbertnice

And only now to I discover that they belonged to Kitten Natividad.

It’s like Fate intervened in my life.

Indeed, it says a lot about me that I actually remember the first time I saw lady breasts on the big screen.

Making history,

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Well? Do ya?

[Via Beatnik Daddio]

Yes, I had this on 45 too. I’m not embarrassed about that.

I’m not particularly proud of it either.

Gimme a dime,

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I’m behind on my cinemas. Let’s catch up now, shall we?

Holy Motors

Surreal fantasy from French director Leos Carax about a man named Oscar who rides around Paris in a stretch limo to various “appointments in which he uses elaborate make-up and disguises to play different roles in different parallel lives, from a stockbroker, a gangster and an omnivorous madman to a street beggar, a dying father and a motion-capture model.

As film ideas go, it’s pretty out there, and people who want films with a sensible narrative where everything is explained in the end probably won’t get much out of it. For me, though, I found myself fascinated by it, having no idea where it was going to go as events unfolded. I’m still not sure just what the purpose of Oscar’s job was, but I have a few ideas, and there’s nothing wrong with a film letting you draw yr own conclusions.

Anyway, it’s an inventive, creative and gutsy film, and some of the scenes will be sticking in my head for a long time.

Cloud Atlas

By now you know the pitch – six storylines interconnected across six eras from the mid-19th century to the 22nd century, to include a man who helps a runaway slave, a renegade musician, an reporter investigating a cover-up at a nuclear power plant, a shady book publisher tricked into imprisoning himself to a nursing home, a Korean clone rescued from servitude to lead a revolution, and a post-apocalyptic tribe leader helping a strange woman send an interstellar SOS. It’s an ambitious undertaking, to the point that critics tend to either love it or hate it, and I fully expected to clock in on the “hate” side.

But I have to say, it’s quite well done, though it does force you to pay close attention, and may require at least two viewings for the overall story to gel. Indeed, the weakest part of the movie is living up to the New Age-y pitch that all of these stories are related, actions can have consequences hundreds of years in the future, we are all connected through time, etc. The connections range from flimsy to subtle, so it falls a little short on that score. On the other hand, credit to The Wachowskis and Tom Twyker for at least managing to make each storyline easy to follow.

One other flaw is the futurespeak dialogue in the Neo Seoul and post-apocalyptic stories, which might work in the novel on which this is based, but onscreen it makes it really hard to understand what the characters are saying at times. Still, overall it looks great, and at times it’s pretty riveting. It's also interesting to see the main actors play different parts in each story (albeit with sometimes dodgy make-up jobs).

Hotel Transylvania

Animated hijinks about a hotel created exclusively for monsters by Dracula as a getaway resort – and to shelter his daughter from murderous humans. On the eve of her 118th birthday party, a cute human backpacker stumbles upon the hotel. Comedy ensues.

Or not. I had mixed feeling about this one going in. Pro: directed by Genndy Tartakovsky. Con: Adam Sandler plays Dracula. I can’t say Sandler was all that bad voicing Drac, but overall the story rehashes tired old chestnut of Overprotective Square Idiot Dad vs Fun Loving Teenage Daughter by way of lots of fairly obvious monster jokes. There’s some good lines in it, but overall it’s more for the kids than the grown-ups.


French burlesque in 3D! Essentially it’s a film version of FEU, a stage show by guest creator Christian Louboutin for famous Parisian cabaret Crazy Horse, with some faux-documentary commentary from the dancers and Louboutin. Apparently he’s a shoe designer by day. So shoes feature prominently in the set pieces.

Anyway, the routines are well done, though I suspect it’s probably a better experience live than on film. I also suspect the main point of the film is to convince people to visit Crazy Horse next time they go to Paris, though it’s not a blatant tourism pitch by any means. If modern, artistically themed burlesque interests you, it might be worth checking out. But having seen it, unless you really want to experience it on a big screen in 3D, I can tell you this NSFW promo reel here pretty much condenses the experience down to a tidy seven minutes. 

Dance it out,

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Good morning, sinners.

[Via Scott Gotankgo]

Mama weer all krazee now,

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The Def Xmas countdown concludes …

Last post, we covered the material aspect of Christmas. But as we know, Christmas is about giving as much as receiving. And giving doesn’t always have to mean stockings full of loot.

If you know what I mean.

I’ll let Candye Kane and Country Dick Montana take it from here.

It doesn’t get much merrier than that, Jim.

And there you go. Happy holidays.

The gift that keeps on giving,

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Meanwhile, somewhere in a mall in the Admiralty district of Hong Kong Island, there is this:

With added music by Banäna Deäthmüffins!

Because why not?


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I was in Kuala Lumpur a few weeks ago. I didn’t see much of it.

But I did see this caution sign outside my hotel.


And then I saw this one a little further up the street under a footbridge.


I’m guessing this is the new public menace in KL.

Also, while we’re at it, quite a few of these were also posted close to my hotel.


I didn’t call them, no.

Me so morny,

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And that’s just how Millie Jackson likes it.

PRODUCTION NOTE: Audio is arguably NSFW. On account of Millie gets into it.

As you do.

Working yr way down down down,

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And now, a public service announcement from Denise LaSalle.

Little man in the boat,

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The weekend has arrived.

And the Village People have their credit cards ready. If you know what I mean.

And I think you do.

Phoning it in,

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I don’t always buy albums just for the cover art.

But when I do, it’s usually funky.

Don’t stop,

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