Snow White Masturbating

Once again, the title pretty much eliminates any need for comment.

Stooping Low or Being Very Liberal?

Pedobear seems like the delight of spoiled, 16-year-old subhumans, but somehow I feel that I must post these. You figure it out. I'm just blogging here. Look at it this way: I'm bringing disparate segments of the Internet together. Yep.

Gosh darn it! Animated GIFs don't work on Blogger! Well, you can click on the image above to see the real thing.


His/its presence on several Wikipedia "parody" sites pretty much proves my thesis that he/it is the product of the pus-oozing, adolescent children of empire. Nevertheless, beauty is beauty.

Feeling a Little Queasy

I just had breakfast too. This is just... unsavory. Is that a horn I see on the wolf? And a monocle? That's class! My my my.

Click at your own risk:

Oral and Anal

As DIY and weak-spirited as this may look, there's a delightful quality to it also. As if the too-intentional sexual subtexts of Family Guy weren't enough for anyone but the extremely unimaginative! Looking at this, I realize that genius is simply the absence of mediocrity.

How's This for Perversity?

Now that I called Alice Week off, I want to post more pictures of her. Go figure. Would life be easier if I weren't so bent on being contrary? Probably, but it wouldn't be half so rich and full! The dilemma of the practical anarchist, that's what it is.It's very hard to resist pictures that blend so well with my plain white background. Both meanings intended.

Now I'm going to go enjoy a day off. As soon as I get used to the idea of free time, I'll have to return to work. Oh, the trials of the working man! At least I have that scourge of the working class, alcohol, for company today.

Day Five Already?

Spluch! Spluch!

Rather Lovely Alice Porn

Alice in Masturbationland

Tram Pararam's images generally have an amateurish quality to them, but they're enjoyable nonetheless!

Is It Possible to Have Too Much Naked Alice?

Get Her.... Knocked Up?!?! Really?

No pill culture in Japan, I guess! I mean no offense to my global friends who interpret this with ease, but in my sex-removed-from-reproduction culture this is a mystery to me. Oh my!


It's called culture shock. The fact that I can have access to this very different perspective is testimony to the relative freedom of the internet, at least if your country allows unregulated access. In the USA there are people trying to control our access, and similar personality types in other lands have gotten away with it, I know.

Not long ago, a former member of one of our more corrupt regulating forces, the FBI, suggested creating a second Internet, "more secure," I suppose, in that it allows for greater state control somehow. We've already given away a little too much as it is, thank you, in the name of "protecting our children."

A little like this fellow. Isn't that all cozy?


Yep. If we give in to fear peddling, meant to target voter's weak points, and surrender too much in the name of safety, we could become another China. I feel that I can say that because I haven't gotten a single hit from the vast and populous country, in spite of worldwide attention for my blog.

And you know that if I can reasonably criticize a country from within the Great Satan itself, there must be a problem!

So hurrah for nasty Internet pics!

Is That So?

There's a great deal of variety to human sexuality. Furries will remain among the most interesting exemplars for a long time, I'd venture to say!

The Toon Porn of the Ancients

I give you Eveready Harton in Buried Treasure! This version has bits missing, and I know that there's been a complete, sepia-tone one available at times. It comes and goes, but I'll post the better copy as soon as I can track it down. And that's an Uncle wiggly promise!

Miss Tinkerbell! Dear, Dear, Dear!

And, just for the heck of it, I was recently perusing The Sexual Politics of Meat. My oh my! Of course I've devoted some thought to the size difference myself. A fine imagination Mr. Zimmerman has!


I had a rather odd dream that informed a very long lapse from vegetarianism, and this reminds me of it. For your sake, I won't go into it!

"Do You Like to Feel What is to Shit for In?"

I'd file this under "puzzling" rather than "titillating." Jimmy Neutron is a lousy cartoon anyhow; I link to an explanation for those who refuse to deal with such empty stuff! The dialogue, however, makes clicking on this picture more than worthwhile:


Granted, I wouldn't do any better trying to write porn dialogue in another language, but then again I wouldn't try to do it in the first place!

Hello Worldwide Hermione Lovers!

I'm not quite sure to what I owe the recent flood of visitors from all parts of the globe (my blog stats are vague on the subject), but I just installed a flag counter, so please keep showing up until I have an impressive collection of countries!

All the attention is for this old post. Naked Hermione Granger (or Emma Watson if you must see it that way), you have served me well.

Rooby Rooo!

These pictures are full of tiresome porn conventions, but they look so good! I guess I'm just a sucker for lowbrow-art-looking stuff.

Noddy Does Snow White

After all that political digression, I really need to get back to basics! Wheee! Here we go!



"Fook the arse of Snow White!?" I'm feeling so repentant I won't even comment!

A Manifesto of Sorts

Dildos! Always dildos! Why?


Quite frankly, I have no desire to see pictures of real penises, so why do I want to look at a substitute? I have one, you see! And sample this tantalizing copy: "Stella shows us how hot Winx sex can get, using one of her many dildos to drill her wet clam on her bed, while she fantasizes about having a wild gangbang lesbian orgy with the rest of her sisters and the Trix! Now that’s something we’d all love to see!"

What!? "Drill her wet clam?" Seriously? Okay, I can feel the uncontrollable urge to pay for your site rising up from deep within me! I am a slave to my instinctive urge to fumble for a credit card!

That's the problem, you know. It's money. "Interest," as the founding fathers called it. The urge to survive and to thrive. Stinky ol' greed.

Porn is ridiculous fake sex because capitalism is about man's (and woman's too, especially the more feminism earns women access to the same level of degradation as men) relationship to things, not to other people. Substitutes are offered for even the most basic and freely-accessed life experiences, forcing pilgrimages to malls that raise profits for all, or at least for a very small minority. Porn is a product.

So here and now, for the sake of my soul, at least part of which resides in my nuts, I announce my rejection of the porn fakeness!

Dildos: Nope, sorry! I won't buy photos of manufactured objects. That's doubly fake.

Silicon Implants: Evil evil evil evil evil. Any man who finds himself looking upon absurdly buoyant spheres with longing could masturbate while browsing a geometry textbook. Desiring such distortion, such brutal mutilation of natural female beauty, costs a man his soul. Breasts hang, folks, and the only problem is that you expect something else!

Lesbians: This one I can respect just a bit, as an interesting outcome of the idealization of sex, but I would definitely never endorse it. Pictures of women staring at the camera and hanging their tongues out as if they were ever going to lick anything pretty much exemplify the silliness of porn "lesbians." All the woodenness of a Mapplethorpe bondage picture with none of the art! I guess if we have alcohol-free beer and caffeine-free coffee...

My sister is a lesbian, and if I ever see her in any situation anything like the ones I've seen in porn I think I'll be an unhappy person. It may do some other men, the ones lost in the fake, commercial space of porn, some good to see the real thing though!

Money Shots: Do I have to say anything about the name? There's nothing inherently erotic about watching a man ejaculate, and particularly not when he aims his stuff at parts of a woman's body. These shots grew out of the development of porn, for the benefit of audiences bored of tedious, softcore bump-and-grind, where sometimes a limp, uninspired penis accidentally flashes into view.

And how, exactly, is it exciting to make a mess of a woman? The guy stops having sex and masturbates on her. Is he so absorbed in his own masturbatory world that this is the only way he can finish? Is she expected to lie there until the sticky stuff hardens on her, or is she supposed to go shower? Maybe it's trick to get her to leave so he can turn on the TV and avoid after-sex cuddling. Any way you look at it, it's pretty anti-erotic!

The Language: My fellow men, do you really get excited when a woman who is obviously not is called a whore? I find pictures of a sweet, middle-aged housewife, and she's called a "whore who can't get enough" or something equally preposterous. And she probably has a dildo too. Does all the silly slang drive you wild? Are you so angry at women that you need to hear her described so crudely? Would "look at this pretty girl" not do it for you? I... I just don't know what to say. Your language shapes the contents of your heart.

What the...?!: Okay, I've mentioned the ever-irritating dildo surprise. Now how about "white girls fucked mercilessly by two huge black cocks." WHAT? Who thinks about things like that? Is it delightfully shocking for members of different groups to have sex? And "shemales!" Ack! It's fine for people born that way, but why would I seek out pictures? I hope those who find hermaphrodites exciting find and marry them, and they have nice lives together. But I just don't fantasize about women with dicks. And people smeared with poop. And on and on.

What it comes down to is that real sex is much better than all this. The more extreme your fantasies get, the deeper you're falling into the porno abyss, and the more you depend on them to get excited. This makes you a lousy lover. Good lovers are deeply engaged in the immediate experience of sex. Adding role playing and all is just an enhancement, and if it becomes a desperate need, you need to get yourself into the world around you a little more.

There. It's negative, but it's something like a manifesto. Or not.

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