I’m sometimes asked in interviews (and parties when people find out I look at porn for a living) if I’m burnt out on porn, or if I just hate it now, or if I can even look at it at all anymore. It’s true there have been times when I’ve gotten maxed out on it — like when working on the Smart Girl’s Guide to Porn I didn’t pace myself and just watched stacks and stacks of all kinds of porn, from the truly awful to the really yummy. Gorging myself on porn didn’t make me hate porn or sex, or make me need “harder stuff” to get off — nor did it turn me on. It just made me want to not look at porn for a bit. I needed to cleanse my palate.

Now I know how to pace myself when looking at porn for work, and I set aside the stuff I like for private, off the clock use later (though I’ll admit sometimes I find it helpful to blend work with play). But since most of what I look at now is on my computer — web, text and DVD porn — I like to give my girlpornbrain a rest, often by mixing up the (typically tired, old, boring barbie-like) explicit mainstream porn visuals I consume with erotic art. For this I have a small but satisfying sex/art linklist on which to rest my porn weary eyes, and I often discover some really incredible, inspiring psychopathological, hothot, and even shocking erotic imagery. My friend Jonathon sent me a new one yesterday, making me want to cull a few reliable favorites from my linklist:

Sex in Art * Art Nudes * Art at Large: Featured Artists * sexblo.gs * fluffy Lychees * Shooting Gallery * Sex? or not * everyday nakedness * sexe, love ‘n gaudriole (image via) * concept junkies * ALTphotos * deviant art

Sunburn hurts; can’t sit still on Saturday night.

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Hot femme top stuff, snip from the post:

A quickie: explicit female domination that centers around a Goth punk girl, her macho boyfriend, and a sexymean pair of pointy black high heels. I’m excited that my friend and colleage Rachel Kramer Bussel permitted me to read her story Spike from my book Best Women’s Erotica 2006; check out her awesome blog (and more) at Lusty Lady. (She is also the woman responsible for my utter helplessness to the sexual power of cupcakes.)

Link to post; link to MP3 audio file.

I took 11 photos today, starting here. I got a hell of a sunburn and drilled, drilled, drilled more holes.

My email from readers has been incredible over the past week; if you want to read a few that have stopped me in my tracks, click to expand the post.

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I drilled 480 holes today (120 parts @ 2 holes each + pilot holes) at SRL today. (I mean friday; just noticed it’s 2:30am.) My hands ache and are swollen right now. But I got to work on my favorite drill press all day and got a lot of thinking done. Got (another) offer from a publisher via email today on my Blackberry; before SRL I picked up my manuscript for BWE07 that I have to edit this weekend, and also agreed to Maxim interview. So tired and desire snuggles. My day in photos begins here.

FYI: I get *no* comps for this show. Bleh.

At least, that’s what I did in a booty-shakin’ sex/fetish/tech way in Mark Morford’s SFGate/SF Chronicle column today, Ain’t No Cure For Gizmo Lust — Tech fetishism: Either drool and swoon and try to keep up, or throw up your hands and sigh. YAY!

It is my duty to inform you that porn has indeed gone into the final frontier — a reader tells me that The Uranus Experiment #2 (1999) features “the first ejaculation in zero gravity”. Made by European porn company Private, “The scene was filmed by flying an airplane to an altitude of 11,000 feet. The plane, containing performers Sylvia Saint and Nick Lang, then went into a steep dive, creating the momentary illusion of weightlessness.

Insiders described the filming process as particularly messy from a technical and logistical standpoint.

Budgeting constraints allowed Saint and Lang, who portray astronauts, only one shot at a perfect zero-G take, leaving the actors with only a narrow 20-second window of time in which to launch themselves toward one another and complete the scene. ”

And for this they were nominated for a Nebula award. Amazing.

All the sex in space (and zero gravity) chat is very titillating; everywhere in the articles and blog posts are hints at what we all want to know about the most — the *actual* sex. We’ll never get an explicit taste of space sex from these outlets of conjecture. Not to mention that sex in space, as a topic, will always be bookended by marriage, reproduction and evolutionary urges. *Yawn.*

So I present to you: a guide to good, old-fashioned fuckin’ and suckin’ in the future. In space.

How it works:

Perhaps what’s so mind-boggling to space sex pundits is that we are no longer talking about “missionary position with the lights off” sex. For this, I think the future cannot arrive fast enough. Sex in zero (or reduced) gravity is going to change the way we fuck for many reasons — primarily because while floating in zero G you need to use stationary objects to move, period. Getting cock into pussy, into mouth, into ass — getitng pussy into face, or getting the strap-on into his ass — is all going to be a coordinated effort, Your partner’s body will wander no matter how hard they try to keep still. And you better bet you’ll need to tether that bottle of lube (and its cap). In fact, all your sex toys will need wrist straps.

(Please) tie me to the console and fuck my brains out:

This is the natural next step for space sex: bondage. No, you won’t need to know which pocket to flag your synthetic space hanky in, or need to know BDSM scenester lingo to get laid in the spacepod, but a little forethought about restraint is going to be the name of the game. Rope and knot knowledge will help; what would be even better of course would be some lightweight, easy-on/off NASA-manufactured tethers. And the shuttle will need to be slightly redesigned with eyebolt-style tie down points — all over the ship. Oh yes.

What to wear:

That’s the problem. I saw the outfits for Vanna Bonta’s concept for the “2suit” garment and wept openly. This burlap-sack-with-velcro anti-lingerie would be fine if I jacked off while watching people fly at each other wearing outfits made of dinner napkins. Not my fetish. First of all, everyone will need the proper footwear, so you better design me a rig to fuck in that compliments my black 6″ stilettoes and looks good against the leather underbust corset and rubber crotchless panties I plan on wearing while I bang Captain Kirk (circa 1969). Sex in space does not need to be unsexy to work — or to be simply contemplated. Clearly the best solution is to get fetish and BDSM makers on the job. There already exist a delightful array of fuck slings, body harnesses, bondage outfits and all other manner of joining hot wet and deliciouly swollen space bits together. And do make it rubber or elastic; it’ll be lightweight, vegan, and give enough push/pull/springback to get a nice rythym going. Because hello — rythym is key to coming, and difficult to get when you’ve got no gravity.

The Kama Sutra of intergalactic cocksucking:

Now’s the time to perfect your technique of putting a condom on with your mouth. And, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but facial comeshots will have to be saved for when you get back on the planet (so sad, I know). The fact is, come is going to get *everywhere* if allowed to shoot off into the atmosphere, and while I’m giggling thinking of trying to catch it all in your mouth as it floats around the cabin, it’s just nonconsensual to let that stuff fly free if you’re in orbit with others. Not to mention how hard come is to get out of hair already. Think about getting it out of your best spacesuit. Enough said.

Photo via 1970 British series UFO tribute site.

I forgot about this photo that Eddie took of me! (Original on Flickr is here.) My day at SRL starts here.

Lazy sunday readings:

* Congress targets deceptive ’sex’ sites — don’t know how this could be prosecutable, but it looks like using “furby” in your URL/name could have you up on federal charges. Snip: “Anyone who includes misleading words or images intended to confuse a minor into viewing a possibly harmful Web site could be imprisoned for up to 20 years and fined, the legislation says.”

* Sweet Viviane spotted a cute interview with my super-adorable and whipsmart friend Ducky Doolittle: check out Just Ducky. Snip: “Apparently, Tofu Wu Wu — 1 block of soft tofu, 1 can of 100 per cent pineapple juice, and salt — tastes just like vagina.”

* This is a case worth watching, and if you haven’t been following it the Xbiz article EFF Sides With Google Over Perfect 10 on Appeal will fill you in nicely. Snip: “Perfect 10 wants to hold Google responsible for the misdeeds of the websites it links to,” EFF attorney Fred von Lohmann said. “No search engine could survive if that were the rule, nor, for that matter, could most bloggers or other web publishers. If Perfect 10 succeeds in convincing the court that in-line linking and framing of images constitutes a public display or distribution of copyrighted work, then millions of web publishers and bloggers will suddenly be on the wrong side of copyright law — as well as the millions of web users who may follow a link to a website with infringing content.”

* And the YouTube TOU issue developed on Boing Boing last week, with YT only finally addressing the attention with a statement *after* the EFF’s Jason Schultz called them on the carpet. Personally, I see it as a neat obfuscation; they focus on the fact that the original blog post excerpted the new TOU — which is parsed nicely in the comments — without copping to the fact that yes indeed they do have a TOU that effectively forces users to remove their content in order to know they completely control what happens with their videos/images/music. If you want your full rights the way to enforce ownership is to delete your videos from the service. Take your ball and go home, crybaby. Snip from Wired blog: “The fact that YouTube is not required to alert you to when they use your content, means that they can use your content before you can remove it. It’s kinda moot to remove it from the site after they’ve already used it.” Of course they’re not the only service that behaves this way with user content but they’re a good example for a discussion like this. However, for the videos I make and care about owning the content, I’ll stick with Blip’s full roster of Creative Commons licenses that I can choose from on upload for each of my videos, thanks. Plus, they may not be as fast as YT (yet), but the videos *look* a hell of a lot better anyway.

Three photos from my day yesterday at SRL begin here; today’s pics begin here, all with narrative. I just want to sink into a bathtub full of ice cubes, drink a beer, and have someone kiss my bruises.

I have the beer, anyway.

It must have been after 2am when I climbed off the parked car outside BOCA last night because they were telling us — and everyone — to get out. A guy came up to me and said, “Are you Violet Blue?” I think I smilled and nodded sheepishly. He said, “I thought so! You were on *fire* dancing on the bar in there.” Wow. Still amazed by that… I did indeed dance on the bar at BOCA; I also dragged the Current TV cameraman into my psychosexual mock-cunnilingus act with a grrrl trumpet player on the bar; I used him as ballast while I crawled around on her as she played; I have a *huge* bruise on my left knee from the whole thing. Probably screwed up his footage (I declined an interview with them, partly because I didn’t want to sign a release).

Shared a cab home with horn players going to the Haight, crawled into bed covered in confetti. I doubt the video I took is any good because it was so dark in the club, but I’ll check it later — gotta jet to SRL now. Enjoy the photos I took last night from my (certifiably) insane experiences with my dear friends The Extra Action Marching Band.

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A longtime reader from Copenhagen writes me today, “It seems that you have been totally hyperactive on the blogging front lately, which is good for us stalkers, but is it good for you?”

I’ve actually been holding back. This is a personal post; skip it if you come here for the porn or machines.

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I just asked my friend Gram to marry me for the following reasons:

* While reviewing Japanese porn, he writes things like “When not living in fear of their ancestors’ vengeful, crab-walking ghosts, girding their underpants against unwanted tentacles, or giggling at poo, the Japanese delight in singing to monsters.”

* In a mini-interview with me recently, he tells me his sexual shame is the source of his power.

* His bio is completely made up.

* Yesterday on Fleshbot he crowned me as the OG Badd Bitch Violet Blue by attaching a TM to my name, while simultaneously including me in a review of a porn movie actually called Dirt Pipe Milkshakes #2. Yo — I’m now the gateway drug to a felching video. My work on this planet is done.

* When I sent him the marriage proposal and demand that he carry my satan-spawn into this world five minutes ago, he replied with a nod to my expertise as a sex educator, saying, “Thank you for teaching me, just now, that I could squirt into the fabric of my office chair.”

I cannot lay claim to discovering Dirt Pipe Milkshakes all on my own — oh no, the credit here goes to my esteemed colleage and best friend Thomas Roche, who when I helped him move out of his apartment gave me the world’s most horrid box of VHS porn. Either as a gift of deepest friendship or a curse on my libido for the rest of my life. But drunk together a month ago, he confessed to me that there are some titles he just can’t let go of.

It’s a slippery slope, dear reader. Now I can only wonder where “Beef in the Night #3″ will take me.

Many readers will remember a while back when YouTube yanked some of my content for “its inappropriate nature”, but kept the video, when it wasn’t explicit in any way (and I got emails from gay sites affirming YT’s tendency to yank homoerotic content — the video was a naked man dancing). It made me not like them, even though I still blog videos from their site’s users. But now a change in their terms of service gives them the power to do what they want with your content. Not good. I just deleted all videos I cared about — I don’t want them making a buck off me or selling my content for advertising/whatever, fuck that. Yes you retain rights *after* the fact, but they don’t have to tell you before they use your content. I had subscribers too, which is a bummer. Check out what other blogs are saying, snip:

“YouTube has recently revised their Terms & Conditions which now allow them to sell whatever you upload there however they want:

‘…by submitting the User Submissions to YouTube, you hereby grant YouTube a worldwide, non-exclusive, royalty-free, sublicenseable and transferable license to use, reproduce, distribute, prepare derivative works of, display, and perform the User Submissions in connection with the YouTube Website and YouTube’s (and its successor’s) business… in any media formats and through any media channels.’

What this means is if you upload your web series to their servers they can now sell DVDs of it, merchandise it and probably even make a Hollywood version of it - and you don’t get a cent. These rights can also be transferred to anyone who buys YouTube, which is very possible since its incredible site traffic (100+ million videos a day) makes it an attractive acquistion target and the company currently isn’t making any money for its owners.”

Here’s the full post, and here’s the excellent post at Wired (also read the comments). Now I think I understand why YouTube couldn’t bother to have a presence at Vloggercon. If anyone has corrections or updates on this, please send them in. (Thanks, Xeni)

People who don’t understand what I do think I write erotica — I don’t. I write nonfiction sex ed and I sexblog (yo, it’s a *verb* now). But saying that, I’ve written exactly two pieces of erotica. Both are based on my own fantasies, which is I guess how such a fact-based writer as myself can express erotic fantasy writing. I’ve read both stories as podcasts, and I’ve gotten a fistful of dollars having both published in books and magazines, in addition to both pieces being very popular podcast favorites among listeners. I’ve been meaning to put them on this site for a while — I spent a while updating Tiny Nibbles today, so added the pieces to the mix. Blurbs:

The Boys in the Band I used to date a member of the Extra Action Marching Band and had a good number of fantasies around hot band boys and girls; this was my fantasy treatment of a threeway that I’ve always wished would happen (I’m still waiting). But I really enjoyed writing as a wealthy Alamo Square Park Victorian owner who gets in the middle of a trumpet player and a hot flag girl, complete with a hot bit of restraint. Listen to me read it here.

A Recent Favorite This story is a very explicit fictionalized fantasy written as a series of emails between two women: one dominant, and one very bratty. Suzanne Ramsey writes her mistress Natasha a fantasy detailing their first meeting, full of willful disobedience, hair-pulling, a harsh spanking on more than one sensitive body part, forced oral sex and a near-catfight in the final consumation of their relationship. Listen to me read it here.

Photo credit: Minx, who I spent some time with last week during my hiatus. More on that (and more photos) soon.

Six hours ago I was emailed a few new free Hegre galleries to share, and while I’m still hotter from the table dance gallery than these selections, I still think what Hegre does with natural light and natural girls in these hi-res photosets is just a nice, pleasant soothing salve for the eyes. My favorite is the series of Dasha (right); I also like the modest panty play with Hana, Jaqui in her apartment, and skinny little Laren rolling around in a bunch of crisp white sheets. Don’t buy anything, just enjoy.

Oh — and if you were hoping for something more explicit, ogle this luscious gallery by photographer Didier Carre of model Jana playing with glass dildos — mmmm, glass….

If you subscribe to my Fleshbot feed, you already know this — but the second installment of my new series “Video Playpen” is up! I’m having a lot of fun curating videos for erotic content by topic, and have found some truly amazing and hot videos in the process. The new Video Playpen is Brabusters!; the first one is Rubber Fetish Fun. Also, I plan on doing some interesting features on porn vlogging, so if anyone comes across new erotic/porny vlogs or vloggers, please send the links my way and tell me how (or if) you’d like link credit.

A monday evening at SRL working on machines; 12 new photos start here. My dear longtime friend Eric Paulos came and gave the new operators of our hyooge prehistoric machine Big Walker an operational tutorial; this machine hasn’t been run in so long there’s no info for it on our site for me to link to. I got great video of the machine that I’ll post in an update tomorrow after I get some sleep (it’s 2:40am)!

Update: geeky SRL home movies here and here. While I was fliming this one of the operators had the gas siphoned out of his truck outside the shop compound. We’re in a pretty bad neighborhood out there.

Skip this post if you’ve already seen the video — I have, but Sean Bonner, the boss of me at Metblogs, *made* me watch it again. Did you know that George Washington fucked the shit out of bears? Learn about our greatest president after the jump.

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Fun things to read:

* Wired reviewed my new book The Smart Girl’s Guide to Porn — and loved it! Check out Smart Girls Need Smart Porn.

* Ever get with a guy and he has a system crash before *you* even boot up? The lickable Mark Morford wrote a very fun sexified treatment of Windoze vs. Mac in Windows Gives No Tongue — Reminder: Microsoft’s bloated OS is truly terrible in the sack. But a Mac will make you moan (popup warning).

* If you can make it past the arrestingly smolderingly sexy photo of Rachel Kramer Bussel to read her terrific article Fucking and Feminism: Blowjobs, Casual Sex and Rape Fantasies are Under Attack, you should. Personally, I prefer my empowerment one thick swallow at a time.

* And while we’re at it, let’s do another installment in This Week in Porn Hysteria — at Fleshbot we’ve been following the Devner Post’s filthy mind into its knee-jerk definition of filthy lucre, but you should see what I’m up against with my new book by checking out the disturbing (and very disturbed mainstream) opposition in Porn epidemic? The Infusion of Sex Into Popular Culture Has Been So Seamless That Some Critics are Calling it a Public-Health Crisis. I love some of the phrasing in this piece, calling porn a “sinister carnival” with “corrosive powers”. Neat!

I’m back! I took a blogging break — got tangled up in a delicious boy, then took a spontaneous trip to LA to visit a friend I hadn’t connected with in a long time. I happened to be there on the day that Mark Frauenfelder was having a welcome back to the U.S. brunch for Cory Doctorow and his sweetie Alice — and I was delighted to be Xeni Jardin’s guest. A BoingBoing brunch! I had a fabulous time and met a lot of incredibly cool, smart, grounded, funny and down-to-earth people (though perhaps with martian lineages).

The whole album and photo captions begin here; cherry-picked photos from the album are after the jump. Back to regular posts tomorrow. Left to right, above: Sean Bonner, Xeni Jardin, me.

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Spent the whole day at SRL sorting through image files for a media outlet that wants hi-res images of four machines to make drawings of the machines — which meant I spent hours and hours going through image files of 25 years of shows, few labeled. It was nice to spend the day on Mark’s computer and hang out in the office; the guys (and a few girls) would escape the heavy machinery periodically and come in and visit and bring me snacks and gossip and make jokes, very fun.

I found some pretty mind-blowing images, completely by accident. I clicked a file and opened graphic pictures of Mark’s hand surgery (warning, link goes to a bloody image). Outrageous images of flaming mayhem and machine operators running machines while laying on the ground under the smoke and fire (even a few of me like that). But what really captivated me was finding the above image of the first SRL machine ever made for Mark’s first show, Machine Sex.

And guess what? We have the machine, and it still works.

I had a few minutes between waiting for files to upload and send, so I took pics of Mark’s office around me while I occupied his massive office chair and drank iced soy coffee. Today’s pics start here; in case you’re new here, I’m photoblogging the whole show and the album starts here, complete with a diary of my experiences and picture captions. You can buy tickets for our August 11 San Jose show here.

Did a midnight podcast last night, snip from post:

“I’m thrilled — thrilled! — about the arrival of my newest book, The Smart Girl’s Guide to Porn! Tonight I thought it would be fun to read the introduction to the book, where I explain how I got to be a professional female porn reviewer and sex blogger, my sad-yet-funny trials trying to find good porn, and why –and how — porn can be hot and lame and fun all at the same time. It’s that fun, and that personal.

I hope you like it; it means a lot to me. Check out the entire table of contents for the book in this post.”

Link to post; link to Open Source Sex 41 (MP3).

First, a meeting at the SRL shop (sharpie tats inspired by this).

Then a long meeting with my dear friends from Gay Porn Blog, Gay Sex Blog and Naked Sword (among other tasty gay porn sites) about the Temptation Awards at the end of the month…. phew, tired.

In my podcast Open Source Sex #38 I interviewed indy porn director Shine Louise Houston about her incredible film The Crash Pad and she told me about her next project, Superfreak. And damn, she’s fast — both the trailer and still gallery for Superfreak are now live. Watch the trailer. *Try* not to lick your monitor. I think I did. At least wait a few minutes before driving a car or operating heavy machinery after watching it. It’s got the searingly hot women from my unplanned Pink and White party pics in it, plus the crazy-sexy Madison Young and Dana DeArmond, and looks to be seriously wankable. YAY!

It’s just so fucking cool that all this, and these incredible women, are local. I think I *need* to do a set visit with my camera…

Update: FYI, BehindKink.com’s new update is all about Superfreak (wish they had permas, hi-res pics, no spot-outs and RSS, ::le sigh::).

I’m soooo excited! I was on my way out the door to SRL when I got a box — the first copies, hot off the press, of my new book The Smart Girl’s Guide to Porn!

OMG, it’s gorgeous! I ran right to SRL and gave one to Mark and we hugged and exclaimed and shared proudness. Eeeee!

I’m excited about this book in a way like no other. I feel like writing this is one of the most important things I’ve ever done.

And now it’s really real.

I have to celebrate tonight; I was going to stay in and do a podcast but that’ll have to happen later this weekend…

Read the whole table of contents to see what’s in this ultralutrafabulous book (after the jump) while I go collect all the crappy porn screeners around my house, make a pile, take off my clothes and roll about like a dork.

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Alex, my kitten who had the thorn stuck in his eye, is still getting mail — but he only reads it when he’s high on catnip, so apologies if we haven’t gotten back to everyone. Thank you! Alex had his surgery, became cone-head the barbarian, and had another checkup, all leaving him with a teeny tiny scar in the very center of his eye. I’m happy to say that it doesn’t seem to have limited his vision in any noticable way, and the scar is fading fast. Eyes (and kittens) are amazing; the eye vet told me it might be completely healed within a year. Incredible — I saw the thorn they pulled out and it was no small affair.

Alex is passed out on greenbud under my office chair right now. Thanks again for your emails! Oh, and it looks like I’m not going to make it out of town this weekend as I’d hoped — too many important meetings, today, saturday and a biggie monday. So you’re my hot date for the weekend’s adventures, dear readers… Also, I got the best compliment on my kitchen dance video from my dear friend in London (who you might remember I stayed with during the bombings). He wrote me, “It’s a year today since you arrived here. Difficult anniversary to forget with all the media stuff about the tube bombs. Loved the kitchen dance vid btw. I think I learnt more about you watching that than all your blog posts combined.”

A very poignant compliment for a very personal video. Still, why aren’t we hearing about the tube bombing anniversary over here?

I’ve been silently fuming about something that happened last weekend, and have finally reached the apex of thought and consideration to put a post together. At the SRL party I finally got a chance to catch up with my pal Scott Beale since his trip to Seattle’s Gnomedex 6.0, where he shot lots of his trademark stunning photos of the event. We got to talking about Second Life, as we do, and he asked me if I knew what happened. I didn’t.

I never talk about kids and adult content policies, but here goes. Oh, and in case you forgot, this blog isn’t always a hugfest.

Updates: after the jump.

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