One handed typinggg...
I find myself greatly enamored of this 18th-century ivory carving depicting a tentacular embrace. As the site describes it:
A girl diver (ama), wearing nothing but a grass skirt is being ravished by an octopus. The creature's tentacles ensnares her legs and two of them curl about her breasts. She is making a token resistance but the arc of her neck, her hair tumbling down her back and the expression of pleasure on her face indicate her real feelings. Any ambiguity over the matter is dismissed when the piece is closely examined: it is possible by locking between the parted tentacles of the octopus, to see that the skirt by no means completely covers the girl, and that the embraces of the mollusc are far from displeasing.
Japanese art has always delighted in depicting women pearl divers being embraced by octopuses. Generally they are shown warding off the creature's blandishments but with this example the suggestion is that she is enjoying its attentions.
I like how this and the Hokusai print I i was looking at a few months ago both portray cunnilingus rather than tentacle fuckery. It's part of the whole tentacle mystique, I thinkthe way the octopus (or other tentacle monster) can be simultaneously phallic and cuntic. The tentacles in modern day hentai tend to stand in for cock, with penetration as the main gig, but the cunnilingual activities of old-school octopi highlight their mouthlike and vaginaesque qualities. The schoolgirl-sundering tentacled blobs we know and love are oozy, squishy, amorphous creatures. Fishy. Feminine. Cunty.
[There's an Apollinaire prose poemabout jellyfish, I thinkthat illustrates this perfectly. If I have time to drop by the library, I'll edit it in here tomorrow.]
Tentacle porn is an act of metonymy. Japan's censorship laws didn't let pornographers draw penises, so they draw tentacles instead. Octopi are metaphorically akin to vaginas, so artists picture them hanging out together. It gives an erotic image meaning beyond the literal. And it's also just fascinatingly weird.
(P.S. The title thing of this post was referring to my digit-disabling Tarzan mishap, not implying that I was using my other hand for, you know, clobering the fig.I'd admonish you to get your brains out of the gutter if mine weren't lying there next to you.)
I find myself greatly enamored of this 18th-century ivory carving depicting a tentacular embrace. As the site describes it:
A girl diver (ama), wearing nothing but a grass skirt is being ravished by an octopus. The creature's tentacles ensnares her legs and two of them curl about her breasts. She is making a token resistance but the arc of her neck, her hair tumbling down her back and the expression of pleasure on her face indicate her real feelings. Any ambiguity over the matter is dismissed when the piece is closely examined: it is possible by locking between the parted tentacles of the octopus, to see that the skirt by no means completely covers the girl, and that the embraces of the mollusc are far from displeasing.
Japanese art has always delighted in depicting women pearl divers being embraced by octopuses. Generally they are shown warding off the creature's blandishments but with this example the suggestion is that she is enjoying its attentions.
I like how this and the Hokusai print I i was looking at a few months ago both portray cunnilingus rather than tentacle fuckery. It's part of the whole tentacle mystique, I thinkthe way the octopus (or other tentacle monster) can be simultaneously phallic and cuntic. The tentacles in modern day hentai tend to stand in for cock, with penetration as the main gig, but the cunnilingual activities of old-school octopi highlight their mouthlike and vaginaesque qualities. The schoolgirl-sundering tentacled blobs we know and love are oozy, squishy, amorphous creatures. Fishy. Feminine. Cunty.
[There's an Apollinaire prose poemabout jellyfish, I thinkthat illustrates this perfectly. If I have time to drop by the library, I'll edit it in here tomorrow.]
Tentacle porn is an act of metonymy. Japan's censorship laws didn't let pornographers draw penises, so they draw tentacles instead. Octopi are metaphorically akin to vaginas, so artists picture them hanging out together. It gives an erotic image meaning beyond the literal. And it's also just fascinatingly weird.
(P.S. The title thing of this post was referring to my digit-disabling Tarzan mishap, not implying that I was using my other hand for, you know, clobering the fig.I'd admonish you to get your brains out of the gutter if mine weren't lying there next to you.)
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ceraphim2:
that car ride by myself really showed me what it's like to be totally isolated from all communication from ppl for an entire waking day, it was a 13 hour drive from stl to houston and i don't own a cell. i talked to myself alot 
ceraphim2:
how's life? 
