When a certain notorious biology professor from Minnesota notices the massive wall o’ befanged man-titty adorning his local Wal-Mart, and finds it notable enough to blog about. Poor PZ. I can only pity his eyeballs. I don’t know if this is a sign that paranormal romances have finally hit the big time, or whether they’ve jumped the shark. It’s always interesting to pop outside the romance community and see how people outside of it perceive … Continue reading How we know vampire romances have finally hit the big time: →
Great tits cope well with warming. To which I say: Tits, schmits—won’t somebody think of the boobies? (Many thanks to my friend HaikuKatie—my favorite source of anything tit-related—for sending me the link.)
Yes, we know it’s a bit late to weigh in on the Open Source Boob Project. If you don’t know what it’s about, John Scalzi has a very concise summary and a more measured take on things than most anyone else I’ve read, and you can read the posts by the originator of the idea here, though you’ll need to scroll past a bunch of confusing apologies first. The idea in and of itself, while … Continue reading The Open Source Boob Project: We Finally Weigh In →
The only thing sexier than a funny skinny nerd…are two funny skinny nerds who love cats. Watch for the Corporal Cuddling and the noises the cats make. I think I ruptured something with my giggling.
This may sound odd, but…I was looking for new fodder for cover snark, and after looking for several minutes at appalling computer-generated images, I found myself longing for simpler days—days when a woman didn’t have hair, she had tresses, and they flowed, oh how they flowed. Days when a man proclaimed his masculinity by daring to tuck his unbuttoned shirt into his belt. Days when a woman knew her place: kneeling at a man’s feet, … Continue reading Classic Clinch Clench →
Going with last week’s Japanese theme, this week’s Friday videos involve Japanese girls exercising their wrists while learning English phrases for breaking up. The video on assault is even better. Ennnn-joy. If you search for “Zuiikin girls” on Youtube, you’ll find a fuckton of these, with an assortment of indispensable English phrases taught by Japanese girls in bitchin’ spandex and a mean twirly wrist workout. You can thank me later.
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Heads up: This is a news item followed by decently lengthy musings on American legal, political and cultural attitudes towards sex. If you’re interested in the news, and only the news, don’t bother expanding the text. Thanks to many readers who alerted us to the fact that many booksellers in Indiana got their dudgeons in high gear after the Governor signed HEA 1042 into law. The bill requires that any person (i.e., any “human being, … Continue reading Indiana Legislature: NO, YOU CAN’T HAS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS. NOT YOURS! →
Ahoy, mateys! The embarrassment of riches plundered from a Google search for “erotic romance” is not nearly exhausted yet, oh no! Brace yourselves, ye crew of the good ship Holy Shit What The Fuck, and man the eyewash stations. Sarah: Ah, one of the seven signs of retirement for an aging CG erotica cover model: when your vahooey is so stretched out that fire departments park their hook & ladder trucks in it. Candy: Gives … Continue reading Covers that Should be Buried →
Via somewhat circuitous means, I discovered Weeping Cock (subtitle: “The Velvet-Sheathed Steel That Proclaimed Him Male”). That’s right, kids: a Livejournal community devoted to the joy of bad sex scenes. This community is worth a look for many things and many reasons, but if you don’t do anything else, you have to check out the interests listed on their profile. Boiling cumsauce. Brobdingnagian manstick. Mad butt-monkey sex. Man butter. (MAN BUTTER. For baking love muffins?) … Continue reading A Livejournal Community that Saves Lives →
(Warning: Massive spoilers for this book lie under the fold, as well as a link to a LOLPORN photo. Read on at your own peril.) Reading Decadent deafened me. Have you ever had that experience before? You finish reading a book and you feel just a bit numb. Your brain is ringing the way your ears do when leaving a venue with a terrible sound system, after watching a band that’s far too fond of … Continue reading Decadent by Shayla Black →
