This was taken by me last Christmas.
I don’t travel nearly as much as I would like. Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t have been so completely stunned by the beach towel pictured here. I suspect that no amount of traveling would have prepared me for seeing the dozen different topless beach towels I saw hanging in a store in San Juan.
I have always been interested in crass tourist items for sale. San Juan didn’t disappoint. You could be walking the aisles; innocently looking at figurines of pirates and snow globes containing beaches, when all of a sudden there would be an entire shelf dedicated to copulating frog statues.
When I see stuff like this towel, my brain goes into erotica writer’s mode: “Ah! Since I have seen 4 different stores that sell this towel, they must sell well. Therefore, towels with tits and a hint of pubic hair must be what the people want!”
Then my sense of taste kicks in and I ask myself, who buys this shit? I am imaging one of those college kids you seem to trip over in San Juan. The same kids who slam the bar at the hotel when they are giving away free cups of Pina Colada. The same kids who are most likely reading my blog until they realize I am a guy and not a woman with tits. I bet they buy these towels.
The reason I bought the towel is because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I laughed at it the first day but then on my second day of vacation I went back and bought one. As a sex blogger and writer, I am intrigued by what works when people try to sell things with sex. I mean, here is a towel you can’t really ever use in public, and if you hung it in your bathroom, you are not going to impress any girls but yet, here it is. It is also huge, about six fee long. It’s a towel destined to be folded up in someone’s closet.
Interesting fact, the vast majority of towels were of blonde white women, the kind you don’t see a lot of in Puerto Rico. I thought that was an odd choice for an item that is allegedly meant as a souvenir for visiting a Caribbean island. That is when I knew what the towel really represented. It was a sexual ideal of what Puerto Ricans thought tourists would think was sexy: A lot of color, big tits and a tiny ‘Puerto Rico’ label on the side. It is an artifact about one culture trying to guess another culture’s sexuality.
Considering that I bought the thing for 20$, they must have been right.
Just a little last minute Halloween treat by the always beautiful Curvz.
My Dragon*con photos were a bit more slice of life than last years. To bad 90% of them are blurry, fuzzy and dark. I am so blaming the now-dead camera that I was using. I love this image of a Jessica Rabbit so close to someone who typifies what we expect out of a Dragon*con attendee.
I took this from across the street on my way to dinner one night. She offered to pose later but I declined. I already had the great picture in my mind.
Seriously, it takes a Drag Queen to really look fabulous at Dragon*con.
This was one of my favorite costumes because fuck, that hat is amazing. Sadly it is one of my worse pictures. She was part of a group of women dressed in a candy theme.
Jonas Venture Jr. We stood in line to see the Venture Brothers panel and the line snaked around forever. This guy was behind us just around the corner. Every time new people were heading to the back of the line, they would round the corner and you would hear them go “Holy shit!” when they saw him.
It’s not Dragon*con without Power Girl.
Scouts from team Fortress 2. They didn’t know each other but when I asked them to pose they snapped into action. Every person I saw in Team Fortress gear wanted to hang around and talk. Most people in costumes want their picture taken and then for you to go away. Team Fortress people wanted to know what class you play, what other people you had seen, etc. I would never have guessed that at a sci-fi convention that the people who play a PvP shooter would be the friendliest. I play Heavy by the way, because my aging fingers are as slow as the Heavy.
This commission was done for me by Alex Dai. I had his site bookmarked for close to a year but it wasn’t till recently that I broke down and bought a commission from him. He has a naughty style that I just love. When I decided to get a commission of one of my favorite characters, I knew he would be perfect for it.
Scarlett Drake is a character of mine that is roughly 15 years old. I first used her as a villain in a superhero campaign I ran and she was everyone’s favorite. She was a high tech genius with a pirate fetish. So, she had a flying galleon, a laser sword and crewmen who dressed up like pirates, but she suffered from seasickness and had an inappropriate relationship with an underage guy she called ‘Cabin Boy’. My players loved her because there was something both cool and a little lame about her. She was a fangirl and she was a bad ass.
I recycled the character off and on until City of Villains came out and she was my first character for the game. She was a Robots/Traps Mastermind, which meant her crew was made of robots and she had high tech gear designed to hurt people. I lost so many hours playing her. In fact, I enjoyed her so much, that I wrote a blog told from her point of view.
When I first started Erotiterrorist, I often had no idea what to write about. The blog floundered till I got the idea to write Scarlett’s blog. After writing her for a few months with literally no one reading me, I developed the semi daily discipline needed to blog. It takes a different mindset to blog and it was easier to devolp that mindset from a fictional character’s point of view rather than my own. So in a round about way, Scarlett Drake is why you’re reading this blog today.
Scarlett’s blog was about being a supervillian. She fought other characters of my creation and hardest of all, there was no sex. Well, she had sex, but it was a very PG blog. I think I just wanted to stretch myself and at the same time, not require myself to write sex. I limited myself to just writing about crimes and fights and it was a lot of fun. Eventually though I started to feel constrained. I always wondered if I could write non-sex stories and I had proven I could but I also proved to myself that I didn’t want to. After six months, I had to write erotica again.
I quit City of Heroes when I divorced but lately I have been spending a lot of time thinking about the characters I made. I don’t miss the game itself, I miss the characters I made to inhabit the game. Humiliatrix, Frost Sting and Johnny Mars are all characters that I am proud of for their stories and their personalities. I am most likely going to start writing about them but I wonder about my readers sometimes. Most people know me from my normal world BDSM stories and here I am writing about mad scientists and volleyball tournaments. I wonder if writing superhero porn might be just a smidge too geeky.
Oh well. If a story pops into my head, it’s not like I will have a choice.
I am so busy today but bright and early this morning, the chofa finally came in. We had to wait four to six weeks because they were out of stock on this shade of red. I think they called it Red #3 but I personally called it Dungeon Crimson.
Chofa is a fun word and interestingly enough, it is a word I didn’t make up. It’s not a chaise, it’s not a sofa, it’s a chofa.