Trolling around the web today, I discovered this chilling yet fascinating article about the death of a Canadian bondage model and possible link between her death and snuff films — and a summary of other snuff film reportage.
Also, I found yet another irritating web page where girls raise money to get fake boobs — all orchestrated by the guys who run the site. It’s a creepy subculture, but I guess I shouldn’t judge people who have a surgery fetish. Oh, fuck that — eew. But it got me to thinking… How about something more positive? No one ever funded my RealDoll fantasy three-way orgy, but then again it was costly and I didn’t have a PayPal link on my site. But I do now. And just yesterday I was out shopping and came across an expensive item that I felt could really further my research — a sex machine called the Love Machine. If women who hate their bodies can get guys to buy them bolt-ons, then why can’t a girl who loves her pussy (me) seek funding for juicy orgasmic experimentation? I’d record the results here, of course, and photodocument the process. I’ll even wear a costume. Plus, I could tinker with the machine and see if my geeky friends will help me figure out how to mount a motherboard and Bluetooth onto it.
So here’s my gambit: The machine costs $400 plus tax, and I’m broke. There is a black-and-white PayPal link in the left-hand column on this page, with two ladies telling why you should donate to Tiny Nibbles. Toss a couple bucks into the kitty, and I’ll tastefully tickle mine with the Love Machine right here on my site. Donors over $150 get to suggest an outfit, or colorful sugary syrup. Meanwhile, you’ll become an esteemed benefactor for robotics and sex research, and will surely go down in the annals of dirty technological philanthropy. I’ll also write a consumer-focused product review for it as well.
No, it’s not a Sybian, the supposed Cadillac of sex machines, but asking for *that* kind of money makes me feel weird. Maybe that’s why I have six books in print and I’m still scraping and scheming. I dream of someday starting an Exploratorium for perverts. Imagine how a Sybian could marry Bluetooth, or a Flash or midi-controlled interface! So let me amend that — front for a Sybian and I’ll send you a few very (private) special photos with the machine and your kinky accoutrements of choice.
I’m getting daily letters about the porn HIV crisis. To put a human face on this, and a very positive, sex-positive one, it’s refreshing to read the Live Journal blog of Eva Lux (thanx to my girl SJ at Grand Opening!). Lux is on "the list," waiting for her results. You really get to see what’s going on from the inside here, especially all the legal wrangling. Plus, she’s a cool chick; I’d ask her for a date in a red-hot minute. She really starts talking about it on the 23rd, the 18th, and back (www.livejournal.com/users/evalux).
