I was hunting for porn for you, and this is what happened to me:
Sometimes a sex act that sort of scares you can motivate an entertaining discussion, one for which I am in fortunate possession of ancient lascivious images as context. Thanks to Number 1, the 4, who I'll call "Jackson" (he's Southern), I have this delightful (albeit somewhat misguided) analysis of an "illegal" sex act: Fisting. Assuredly some women like to fist. Jackson pointed out immediately that the article doesn't even address the significant population of gay men who delight in fisting as well.
In Latin, the active lady in fisting, a fututor, engaged in futuere, and her female recipient was a puella engaged in futui or her male recipient was a cinaedus engaged in pedicari. Get all that? There are just as many for a man fisting another man or a woman. If there was a word specific to penetrating with the hand as there is for penetrating with the mouth, perhaps historians have neglected to translate it because it was difficult for them to understand or they didn't think that was what the author was getting at. I feel fortunate to have copious words: I once (accidentally) ran across a video of a white or olive skinned couple, with the man a cinaedus to the woman's futuere throughout. At times she used a giant black dildo on him, at times her fist. She penetrated him halfway to her elbow, no shit. At first, I was so awed that I thought I'd watch it for the blog, but after a minute it made me uncomfortable. It just looked painful, but clearly it was not painful to the parties involved. I think I got the gist.
Then I dawdled, and lost the video, so I jumped on Xtube to find it again. Man would my grandma not like to see the search results for the word "fisting" on Xtube! Five thousand thirty nine videos. That's not to mention the selection of Free HD anime fisting video offerings. Sorry kids, no modern demonstrative today.
The point of the fisting article was that she makes lesbian porn and she can't film fisting because it's illegal in some states. As a result, her contracts with her producers prohibit her from including it in movies. She bemoans the "I know it when I see it" law of obscenity, particularly noting the role of a "community standard." When this became the Supreme Court's controlling precedent, the intention was in fact to have those charged with obscenity to have the truth of that charge assessed by local peers, and even to have appeals courts apply that local community standard.
There was no Internet then. If porn is to be distributed on the Internet (and certainly by now the vast majority of it is), the community standard is "those who opt-into watching porn." Pretty sure that community's okay with fisting, at least if its presence is disclosed in advance. That's not to mention that someone out there has to want to spend their time charging you with obscenity. The moral: if you want to make fisting porn, move out of Alabama and distribute it yourself on the Internet. Apparently there are at least 5039 interested people. I'm not that worried about it.
Geek out after the jump.
I'm more worried about the fact that humans have apparently been censoring lesbian sex for millennia:
This here is one of the original wall paintings of a room in the Terme Suburbane of Pompeii. We know that it appeared in a bath with seven other images of sex acts, we don't know why it was made or really what purpose it served. At one point, it was painted over with an image of a green curtain (I photoshop-dodged the figures). All of this was before Vesuivius froze Pompeii in the first century AD. The other images include male-female, male-male, and group sex. Based on the skin color of the figures across images (long story), these are both women. I can't see their hands, but they could be fisting. They could also be fucking clit-to-clit. Latin needs no word for this, in part because a formal writer wouldn't recognize its existence - no penetration. But, I mean, there's some penetration. And it's happening enough to paint it on the wall.
I can't figure out if the archaeologist just left this somewhat covered or the covering was oddly stronger at this point, but it makes for a fascinating image. Fist away, ladies.
Sometimes a sex act that sort of scares you can motivate an entertaining discussion, one for which I am in fortunate possession of ancient lascivious images as context. Thanks to Number 1, the 4, who I'll call "Jackson" (he's Southern), I have this delightful (albeit somewhat misguided) analysis of an "illegal" sex act: Fisting. Assuredly some women like to fist. Jackson pointed out immediately that the article doesn't even address the significant population of gay men who delight in fisting as well.
In Latin, the active lady in fisting, a fututor, engaged in futuere, and her female recipient was a puella engaged in futui or her male recipient was a cinaedus engaged in pedicari. Get all that? There are just as many for a man fisting another man or a woman. If there was a word specific to penetrating with the hand as there is for penetrating with the mouth, perhaps historians have neglected to translate it because it was difficult for them to understand or they didn't think that was what the author was getting at. I feel fortunate to have copious words: I once (accidentally) ran across a video of a white or olive skinned couple, with the man a cinaedus to the woman's futuere throughout. At times she used a giant black dildo on him, at times her fist. She penetrated him halfway to her elbow, no shit. At first, I was so awed that I thought I'd watch it for the blog, but after a minute it made me uncomfortable. It just looked painful, but clearly it was not painful to the parties involved. I think I got the gist.
Then I dawdled, and lost the video, so I jumped on Xtube to find it again. Man would my grandma not like to see the search results for the word "fisting" on Xtube! Five thousand thirty nine videos. That's not to mention the selection of Free HD anime fisting video offerings. Sorry kids, no modern demonstrative today.
The point of the fisting article was that she makes lesbian porn and she can't film fisting because it's illegal in some states. As a result, her contracts with her producers prohibit her from including it in movies. She bemoans the "I know it when I see it" law of obscenity, particularly noting the role of a "community standard." When this became the Supreme Court's controlling precedent, the intention was in fact to have those charged with obscenity to have the truth of that charge assessed by local peers, and even to have appeals courts apply that local community standard.
There was no Internet then. If porn is to be distributed on the Internet (and certainly by now the vast majority of it is), the community standard is "those who opt-into watching porn." Pretty sure that community's okay with fisting, at least if its presence is disclosed in advance. That's not to mention that someone out there has to want to spend their time charging you with obscenity. The moral: if you want to make fisting porn, move out of Alabama and distribute it yourself on the Internet. Apparently there are at least 5039 interested people. I'm not that worried about it.
Geek out after the jump.
I'm more worried about the fact that humans have apparently been censoring lesbian sex for millennia:
This here is one of the original wall paintings of a room in the Terme Suburbane of Pompeii. We know that it appeared in a bath with seven other images of sex acts, we don't know why it was made or really what purpose it served. At one point, it was painted over with an image of a green curtain (I photoshop-dodged the figures). All of this was before Vesuivius froze Pompeii in the first century AD. The other images include male-female, male-male, and group sex. Based on the skin color of the figures across images (long story), these are both women. I can't see their hands, but they could be fisting. They could also be fucking clit-to-clit. Latin needs no word for this, in part because a formal writer wouldn't recognize its existence - no penetration. But, I mean, there's some penetration. And it's happening enough to paint it on the wall.
I can't figure out if the archaeologist just left this somewhat covered or the covering was oddly stronger at this point, but it makes for a fascinating image. Fist away, ladies.
