Saddened to hear that Velda Lauder, iconic corsetiere, passed away on Friday. Here she is in a video, showing us how to properly fasten a corset:
Saddened to hear that Velda Lauder, iconic corsetiere, passed away on Friday. Here she is in a video, showing us how to properly fasten a corset:
A gentleman said some lovely things about me last week. He did this because I told him to. That probably still counts as a compliment on some level:
“One of my pet frustrations is those that can only see life in black and white and not understand that all the interesting bits are in the margins, in the blurred, shadowy world between the two. This applies to everything from debates on the current economic malaise through to the intention or not of a footballer’s alleged crime. It is the context and sub-plots that provide the interest, and stimulate. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the world of sexual stimulation and attraction.
The truly sexy people, those that tug deepest into our passions, have an ambiguity and throw out questions that will never be answered. And if they are they will just be replaced by more.
One such person of this ilk who has entered my radar is ms slide. Read the brochure and you expect a humourless dominatrix when in fact her sweet smile lights up the room. Her keen and sharp intellect stings the brain, that most powerful sexual organ, into life. Is she a truly as political as she seems when she plays with bankers? She has a very sassy, sexy look and great body but will she let you play with it? At what stage does the whip come down and is her control exerted? These and so many more questions hang delightfully, and very sexily, in the air. All that can be truly said is that she is a very stunning woman to look at, has great intelligence and relishes providing the punishment so many love to receive. Of the rest I don’t know, but to explore is fascinating.”
(Shut up! A compliment still counts when it’s coerced, doesn’t it? Really? Oh.)
Here’s a chunk of a fascinating article from Litro about written erotica, and how it has become gendered – and is therefore no longer perceived as having the power to shock and corrupt in the way that visual images of sexuality do:
“…The idea of young people’s unfettered access to online porn is here presented as eclipsing numerous (unwanted?) pregnancies and even the transmission of STDs in terms of its impact upon the health of the nation. If we take cultural unease and attempts at censorship as a barometer of a text’s status as pornographic, then it would seem that the image has largely superseded the word.
This idea is to some extent reflected by the mainstream media response to theFifty Shades phenomenon; its explicit depictions of Ana Steele and Christian Grey engaging in BDSM-inflected sex are not described as porn per se, but as “mommy porn”. The introduction of this prefix mitigates and qualifies, suggesting that these written texts are not dangerous or inflammatory, but banal, acceptable, domestic. Even within a contemporary culture that loves to vaunt the supposedly radical possibilities of sexual transgression, the books fail to meet some standard of appropriately pornographic naughtiness. Of course, the “mommy porn” label may simply be meant to characterize the books’ readership – the Collins English Dictionary defines it as “a genre of erotic fiction designed to appeal to women” – but the terms also conflates ideas about gender and form. It may be that linguistic pornography is perceived as being less culturally problematic (that is to say, less pornographic) than its image-driven counterpart because it is more typically associated with an adult female audience. After all, as Jane Juffer points out in her book At Home With Pornography, “erotic fiction” has historically been particularly accessible to (and associated with) women.
Written forms of the sexually explicit are seen as being for women, whose sexuality is not perceived as posing the same kind of social problems as that of the corruptible child or the potentially violent male, and whose enjoyment is assumed to be predicated upon the pleasures of a conventional, Mills & Boon-style romance narrative. As the “mommy porn” label suggests, a woman’s desire – especially a mother’s – is not seen as predatory or transgressive, but as cosy and possibly slightly laughable. Even James’s focus on the supposedly taboo pleasures of BDSM fails to inject any sense of danger into proceedings…”
Please do read the whole article here. It’s ace.