if an archaeologist says an artifact was probably for “ritual purposes” it means “i have no fuckin clue”
but if they say it was for “fertility rituals” they mean “i know exactly what it was for but i dont want to say ‘ancient dildo’”
Back in the day I worked at a certain very famous and very high caste art museum in the US as a junior curator. Part of my job was to catalog the objects in the museum database. This includes details like provenance, measurements, and a visual description of what the object looked like.
Like I said, the museum was a pretty snotty institution. It’s got a LOT of objects it’s way famous for possessing, but nobody knew about the absolutely massive collection of Moche erotic pottery it had because the curators were totally embarrassed by this stuff.
Some examples:
Pretty hot shit, right? They never, ever put any of this stuff on public view or published it in any catalogues but – we legit had like several hundred pieces of Moche ceramics in the “dirty pots” category. Anyway, I was left alone to just do my job with regard to the database for several years, ok? And I figured, well, these’re accessioned objects in the museum’s collection – better get down to bidness.
I catalogued every goddamn bestiality, necrophiliac, cocksucking, buttfucking, detached penis, and giant vulva drinking cup in that collection. I’d be like,
A drinking vessel in form of a standing man wearing a tunic and cap. He holds an oversized erection in his hands and stares into the distance (note I did not say “like he’s hella-constipated”). The vessel has a hole at both the tip of the penis as well as around the rim of the figure’s head, thus forcing the drinker to drink only from the penis or risk spilling wine all over themselves from the top of the vessel. Red and orange slip covers the surface of the piece.
Pretty straightforward, right? Apparently the deep seated fear of these objects that the curators exhibited was meant to spread to me as well, but – no one ever gave me that memo, because I guess Midwesterners reproduce asexually. When the curators understood that I had catalogued all of these objects in addition to the other, non-sexy pieces in the collection, they were apparently livid, but knew they had no legs to stand on in terms of getting pissed at me for it.
I visited the museum’s online public access database a few years back and – every single description I wrote of these pieces has been totally neutered to say something like Male figural vase.
Long story short? Just call a dildo a fucking dildo. It’s all gonna be ok, I swear.
This is absolutely the MOST unusual reblog I have ever tagged with what is probably my second-favorite tag, “talk to me about your work.”
This is a list of recs I got by refreshing and screencapping over just a few minutes. They showed up for me because I’m interested in: tigers, foxes, wolves, libraries, Egypt, Mario, and delicious food. You may also get these if you like Google, faggot, fart, beard, avatar, bangtan boys, gordita, snow, French fries, brandy, ponytail, beautiful hair, veggies, BBC, urban, and German.
If you noticed, they got around the nsfw stuff with words like hoirny, titsjob, brests, nudesnap, and petite teen. Female ejaculation and webcam girls still seem to be okay.
The sad part is I didn’t get this stuff before. Only when they started weeding out actual NSFW words did the bots start tagging stuff with Egypt and library. So I’m guessing a lot more thirteen year olds with a love for French fries and Mario are getting porn advertised to them now.
I miss when I got architecture porn instead of porn porn.
I’ve been followed by an absolute shittonne of porn bots since this crackdown. Loads of greyed out actual blogs on my dash but whee, new porn
[Image Description: Tags reading “vibrators, STEAM-POWERED vibrators, you heard that right folks”]
The AO3 Tag of the Day is: True aesthetic dedication
Spouse is an engineer and I’m here to say steam DOES get hot, but it is quite possible to make a steam-powered vibrator that doesn’t. Think of a steam locomotive, where the boiler is kept hot but the wheels, which are powered by the boiler, do not.
So you have a boiler by the bed and then TUBES and LINKAGES, GEARS, COPPER, all the good stuff. Hell, the steam might even be used to generate electro-magnetism! So it weighs 30kg (about 65lbs). It’s awesome! Beautiful! Scientific! LOUD.
CHUNKA-CHUNKA-CHUNKA
Summon the coal-shovelers to power up the fuckinator
Summon the coal-shovelers to power up the fuckinator
The most common Victorian era steam powered vibe was called “The Manipulator” and it was a weighty beast. This is the most common photo of it.
Behold. The Fuckinator.
Work for a sex toy company. Can confirm. The history of things-that-have-been-stuck-in-snatches is fascinating and horrifying.
Interestingly, the electric vibrator (invented in the 1880s) is credited as the fifth household electric appliance, after the teakettle, sewing machine, fan, and toaster.
Tried for a twist on the classic art history trope of the bather 🙂
All the people in the notes, though, going “But why doesn’t she have more body hair?”
I dunno, folks, some women just don’t! Some women actually do have a lot but it’s not highly visible against their skin tone! I’m not one of ‘em, but they exist! And of course, some women shave, and that’s actually okay. Maybe she swims!
“But why isn’t she this? Why isn’t she that? Why why why why doesn’t she look more like I think she should?”
Because you didn’t paint her and she’s not yours. I don’t know who she is or what her story is but she doesn’t owe it to you to have more body hair for whatever reason you think she should.
Donna Gottschalk’s “Brave, Beautiful Outlaws” is opening at Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art on Aug. 29. While Ms. Gottschalk doesn’t identify as a documentary photographer or a photojournalist, she has been making pictures since she was 17. Photos selected from her 50-year personal archive will be made public for the first time.
Her work documents her closeness with her working class family and her involvement with the radical lesbian, sometimes separatist, communities in the late ’60s and ’70s.
The photos are tinged with mourning and mystery. She’s been holding their memory for decades, “fiercely protective” and unwilling to “subject them to scrutiny, judgment and abuse” from the outside world.
”Understand, people didn’t care about them or my pictures of them back in the day,” she said. “These people were all very dear to me, and they were beautiful. These pictures are the only memorial some of these people will ever have.”
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