Actually now that I think of it you know what’s got a strikingly positive, age-graduated take on youthful sexuality and the sex trade? Yakuza.

Which I guess makes sense for a series about ideal Japanese masculinity – every one I can remember involves Kiryu standing up for children, warning teenagers about getting in over their heads with sketchy guys, and paying to consume 20somethings as courtesans and fap material.

And sometimes “stand up for children” means “buy a porn mag for an 8 year old ‘cause boy solidarity” or “encourage a 7yo girl to develop through a hobby while politely overlooking her dad pushing her as a girlfriend”, and the warning bit might involve appreciating the subtle differences in high school girls’ uniforms and panties up for sale, and other adult lessons include “it’s cool to be into your weird fetish, just don’t make other people be part of it”

I’ve been paying more attention to the Dahvie Vanity Warped Tour middle-school-scene thing and my take is that proper rock stars didn’t have to groom their targets, they showed up to perform and the girls were already lined up at the backstage door

Yeah I’m realizing looking back on every “new hot scene” how much of it was the energy of high school girls figuring out how best to weaponize their sex appeal

A funny thing about the 90s is it would tell you allll about how Reefer Madness (1936) was part of this absurd, melodramatic tradition of innocents violating bourgeois norms in pursuit of pleasure and coming to (sexualized, racialized a/o mutilatory) ruin

And then just not at all notice that Kids (1995) and Requiem For a Dream (2000) were playing with this exact tradition for their own ends

drethelin:

kontextmaschine:

youzicha:

kontextmaschine:

yo what was the SF novel where it was like “totally incidental to the main plot, this space station is manned by five identical clone sisters that have the hottest lesbian incest orgies?”

Titan, by John Varley!

“I don’t want to make it sound too brutal,” August had said on that occasion, a night when some glasses of Bill’s soybean wine had been consumed. “Those scientists were not monsters. A lot of the behaved like kindly aunts and uncles. We had just about anything we wanted. I’m sure a lot of them loved us.” She had taken another drink. “After all,” she said, “we cost a lot of money.”

What the scientists got for their money was five quiet, rather spooky geniuses, which is just what they ordered. Cirocco doubted that they had bargained for the incestuous homosexuality, but felt they should have expected it, just as surely as the high I.Q. They were all clones of their mother— the daughter of a third-generation Japanese-American and a Filipino. Susan Polo won the Nobel prize in physics and died young.

Cirocco looked at August as the woman studied a photo on the chart table. She was exactly like her famous mother as a young woman: small, with jet-black hair and a trim figure, and dark, expressionless eyes. Cirocco had never thought Oriental faces were as similar as many Caucasians found them to be, but April and August’s faces gave nothing away. Their skin was the color of coffee with lots of cream, but in the red light of the Science Module August looked almost black.

Only two of the siblings are on the space ship and feature in the sex scenes, though.

Ah yes, that’s exactly right. I was a big Varley fan off of Steel Beach, at one point the most important book in my life

I still think of his sex-changes-as-haircuts

Steel Beach is extremely good. Another sequel came out last year that’s also pretty good! 

>#Hugo-Nebula-Locus award winner

1979/80!

onion-souls:

elwurd:

hungry-skeleton:

atoxicrose:

fuchinobe:

chikinan:

windycarnage:

when u have so many things u want to draw that it becomes overwhelming so u just do nothing

Ok so last week I was hanging out with a friend and he told me that, when he was a child, he used to have a vhs tape with some random tv shows on it. And he says, “you know that sheep gif? that show was on the vhs, but I can’t remember how it was called, and google isn’t helping.” so we spent the weekend trying to find it, and we did! anyways the video was made by a cult

This post sent me down an insane rabbit hole last night, the cult that made this has a thing for fantasizing about having sex with Jesus:

Cool tips for hot sex!

I have never encountered a post that legit made me feel like I’ve been punched in the chest before.

This started as a relatable artist meme but quickly turned into a horny cultist-driven train wreck

These are also the people behind that “S.O.S.” music video on RLM’s Best of the Worst

Oh shit these were the guys behind “Flirty Fishing”, the incredibly 70s practice of being an easy lay as Christian evangelism

Like, in the 20th century the mainline Protestant churches tried to deal with the romantic drift of “spouse as soulmate” from “spouse as partner in household as institution” by introducing mandatory classes in their colleges to teach the students how to fuck each other better.

Oh and you know what I just remembered? Marriage manuals.

Which I think even still existed in the 1980s as a degenerate genre of erotica, but early in the 20th century, that was a serious earnest concern of mainstream bourgeois WASP culture in say the 1920s-30s, that young people get on birth control and be good at sex.

There was a concern that marriage was under threat from Romantic ideals, and people were neglecting spouses in favor of lovers, and that this had to do with Christians being sexually repressed and unpracticed and being totally incompetent at getting each other off

(especially with America’s rural homestead culture leaving people so isolated without partners to practice on. Except relatives and barnyard animals, which is absolutely a thing in isolated rural cultures!)

Like in the immediate postwar when the whole “going steady” teenage culture came up, journals of upper-middlebrow tradition were seriously fretting that teenagers were getting too sexually exclusive too soon, and that this boded poorly for the formation of their mature character. And when you think of the divorce wave of the 60s-70s, well…?

(really, a lot of postwar teenage culture was about how the car changed rural life by giving kids the range and mobility to find each other to fuck)

Mind you this was going on while the churches were still in their great missionary boom. In fact, it was kind of related. Margaret Mead, Coming of Age in Samoa, 1928. A lot of period linguistics, anthropology, archaeology was handmaiden to Protestant missionary evangelism, and the churches invested heavily in them. (The rest was a handmaiden to European nationalisms.)

And half a century before Club Med, before the hippie ‘60s, the mainline Protestant churches sent the cream of their young elite off to spend a few years living with tropical islanders and other brown people and one of the bigger things they brought back was “Oh yeah, they’re a lot less uptight about sex, premarital, extramarital, teenage casual, it’s all good. We should try that.”

American culture works by weird paths

rendakuenthusiast:

kontextmaschine:

badgrapple:

Men will see any subculture and be like “I can use this to have sex with teenagers”.

Yeah what do you think the “spirit of rock & roll” was?

Men be groomin’

One of the major differences between men and women is that women don’t even want to fuck teenagers.

Someone has never seen Barstool’s “Grading the Newest Sex Scandal Teacher” recurring feature, recurring about 3 or 4 times a week with new reader-discovered hot teachers who got in trouble fucking their students

badgrapple:

Men will see any subculture and be like “I can use this to have sex with teenagers”.

Yeah what do you think the “spirit of rock & roll” was?

Men be groomin’

Just discovered Barstool’s “Grading the Newest Sex Scandal Teacher” where every few days since like 2009 they put up the hottest photos they can find and a few hundred-word lascivious “review” of female teachers caught fucking their students (they’re pro-)

Barstool actually reminds me of the turn-of-the-20th-century “sporting press”. Focused around sports, with an eye on reports of use to sports bettors, these publications were really a men’s press, circulated through masculine outlets like saloons and barbershops, offering up tittilation and sex industry advertising on the side, playing to a rough tits-n-beer (-n-fisticuffs) single men’s culture. Y’know, punters. The guys on the barstools.

Some vestiges remained in America - racing forms, Sports Illustrated’s swimsuit issue, the way “alt-weekly” urban tabloid newspapers took a gritty tone and sustained themselves on prostitution ads. But Europe’s stronger sports betting and prostitution culture (arguably both downstream from a stronger urban working class culture absent the US’s midcentury “mass middle class” suburbanization) and national publication markets means the tradition carried on more intact.

And now we’ve got the internet, and a return to the cities, and moves to open up sports betting, and a new sex work culture and a growing men’s culture that doesn’t even aim at bourgeois respectability (both downstream from the end of the mass middle class) so no surprise Barstool’s a thing RN

Also a really perfect little story about the ‘70s is that there was this peripheral music industry dirtbag who’d go out to Sunset Strip rock clubs and be like “hey, there sure are a lot of unsupervised eighth grade rocker girls here you can fuck, that’s great, people’ll love that, but how can I monetize this”

And he made novelty records so he formed a novelty band, and that was the theme, like a professional wrestling tag team, “unsupervised eighth grade rocker girls you can fuck”. Like they were called “The Runaways”, and their big hit “Cherry Bomb” was literally “fuck you mom & dad, time to run off to party and lose my virginity with everyone”

(Also he took them under his supervision and fucked them)

And that was just straight up a thing, kind of a big thing, there had been plenty of (dirtbag-assembled tbf) girl groups in Motown but an all-female rock band had never really taken off until the “unsupervised eighth grade rocker girls you can fuck” band

(taking the context a bit further back, remember that one of the earlier battles of the culture/counterculture wars were, depending on your view, riots or civil rights protests when The Man tried to keep the Sunset Strip nightclubs from being a late-night teenage scene)

And for whoever’s hammering my inbox, no, when I was Hollywood I did work with a management company that had a line in kids/teens but really I didn’t see any dirty stuff

the “dirty, exploitative” gossip I heard was how aspiring stage moms would pay to go to “talent expos” in, like, Hawai’i, where agents would be paid to fly in and sleep with EACH OTHER and have a vacation and AT BEST some of these kids would get a chance to move to LA to try to make money for the agents

for all that there WERE hypersexual 14-year-olds with moms who vicariously enjoyed the attention

and the most earnest stage parents who would bend their morals - I remember an evangelical family who didn’t want their elementary-age angel in stuff that said mild curses, but when Scientologists solicited him for an internal campaign that paid, and I called up saying “you probably aren’t interested but it’s my job to ask?” they were like “welllllll”