The Korean TV artist who inspired fetish photography

The intriguing intersection between New-York born photographer Eric Kroll, renowned for his tantalizing, latex-laden fetish portraits and Korean-American visual artist and sculptor Nam June Paik began in Manhattan. According to Kroll, Paik helped to mold him as a young artist from the mid-70s onwards, elevating his art and teaching him “the importance of including absurdity in my work”.

A provocateur of media art, Nam June Paik utilised video and television in new and creative ways from the early 60s. He was one of the first artists to successfully marry the mediums of art and technology, with works such as Nixon, a sculpture made of cathode-ray-tube televisions, and Bakelite Robot.

Eric Kroll is a Dazed regular, having unearthed his shots of the roadside sex joints of 70s America for the Autumn issue. Drawing from the likes of bondage photographers such as Man Ray, Kroll captures fetishism placed in unconventional positions: women adorned with cactus needles, cellophane or seeds, wearing leather and red rubber.

The images from Kroll illustrate the artistic duo’s colourful, collaborative encounters. From a portrait of Paik playing emperor, to snaps of the artist and his multi-sensory pieces, across decades.

A recent gallery installation highlights the creative relationship between the pair: featuring raw and intimate photos of Paik, captured by Kroll, as well as original drawings and sculptures. Kroll also showed a never-before-seen video documentation of Paik’s work creating a video sculpture. Working together between 1977 and 1994, one of their most notable collaborations is Reclining Buddha, displaying Playboy centerfold Nicole Woods.

White Noise Pollution

I’m well liked in my family. This I understand. I think I’m easy to like. I don’t see how I have any other secret to being liked. I’m not especially anything. I’m not good socially. I never have been.  Most of the time it’s easy to be part of a fairly large family who really do mean it when they ask how you are. But…

I’m the quiet one in a family of people who love to talk. To me it seems they just never run out of something to say, especially advice. It’s like noise pollution or white noise at times. I just stop listening and let them become part of the background. You know how it is when you put the radio or TV on and forget it’s there? It just becomes part of the atmosphere.

Now and then it drowns me out. So I give in and do as I’m told even when my own ideas, instincts or opinions were different and just as valid. That’s when I feel angry.

True, I feel guilty about it. We shouldn’t just ignore our Mothers, our sisters or our brothers. But, there are times when I just can’t take the constant feedback any more. I’m the oldest. Long before I was an adult they all expected me to be the one in charge, and I was. I managed everything. It’s odd to me that now they think I need all this advice.

Of course, I do understand it is all well meant. It’s no one’s fault but my own that I sometimes feel there is too much advice for a grown woman all of 47 (nearly 48) years. So, even when I do lose patience with all the communication, I do know it comes from the right place. I just endure.

Some of the feedback is good. I may never post this because they would be hurt (over over analyze everything) if they read this. I don’t want to hurt anyone. But, there are times I’d like to feel more like an adult than a child who has to be taken care of and told what to do.

Defeat the Marketing of Sex

Could it be that women who lose their interest in sex are just as normal as men who also have less interest in sex?

Could it be that most people are sold sex, promoted by the media/ marketing in order to make a lot of money?

Is it all a case of preying on the consumer by making them think they all need to have a lot of sex, and really white teeth?

This leads me to question sex with penetration. I have read that most women do not have an orgasm from sexual penetration. I can add myself to that list. I am old fashioned enough to think sex is about making babies. The sex I see on TV shows, movies and the Internet is not romantic. Even with all the added drama of rushing it and things crashing to the floor… it looks boring to me. “It was just sex”… and yeah, it really was just sex. There wasn’t time or interest to have more to it. Crash, bang, thank you Ma’am.

What is sex like without penetration? Take away concerns about baby making, sexual diseases and… do you have anything left? I hope so! If not, what the heck are you doing?!

If people went back to enjoying sex instead of making it a ‘bodily function’ they would find romance, caring, maybe even… the love in love making. Stop making sex a performance – trying actually being intimate instead. Have sex with someone you want to see again and don’t rush into it.

Defeat the media and the marketers and take sex back. Make it personal, intimate and loving again. Chances are sex will be a lot more desirable that way, for men and women.

Quote below via – For Some Men, Erectile Dysfunction Is Totally Chill

Recent research by Emily Wentzell, an associate professor of anthropology at the University of Iowa, examines the way that erectile dysfunction’s (ED) designation as a medical problem is a consequence of culture and profit-motivated industries. “Ideas about what counts as good and manly sex are cultural, not natural or universal,” Wentzell explains in an interview with Broadly. “There is money to be made off promoting the idea that manly men should have life-long penetrative sex, by selling pharmaceuticals—hence the widespread marketing of ED drugs.”

There are many different justifications given for erectile dysfunction. Today, these range from deeming it a behavioral-based issue to a psychological problem to something purely biomedical. But there are older accounts. Ages ago, Wentzell explains, it was surmised that witchcraft could account for limp dicks. Modern interpretations on the so-called problem, Wentzell says, have been motivated by industries with financial interests.

Handsome Face for the Weekend: The Dudesons

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The Dudesons are a group of friends from Finland who play pranks, make TV shows and YouTube videos about them and act like boys having a lot of fun.

Jarno, Jukka, HP and Jarppi are the Dudesons on Twitter.

I like the videos and I’ve watched the TV shows too. It’s men behaving like men, having fun. No wonder women like them. Men are sexy when they’re being men, or boyish. But… I wouldn’t want to deal with a guy like that full time, every day.

A summary of Dudeson pranks, challenges and stunts is showing on NetFlix (in Canada) now. Some of it I had seen from the TV show a year or more ago. Sadly, one of the best stunts didn’t make the cut for the movie. But, you can find more of their videos on the YouTube link.

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Image from Tumblr

An Ovipositor Fetish

Most people who post a link like this will slam it in some way upfront. It’s a way to distance themselves from the fetish, as if it’s something they would never do or have any interest in. But… do you really believe them? After all they are posting it.

I’m not going to do that because I do find it interesting. The idea has been something I have had a fetish fantasy about. I like most of the weird science fiction sex fetishes. (Science fiction sex fetishes are based on reading a lot of science fiction, fact and history). I only say most because there is likely something I haven’t thought of, heard of or seen on TV, that I wouldn’t like.

Having said all that, the fantasy is not reality. The fantasy is a lot more controlled and has far less consequences.

The Ovipositor lays gelatin eggs in the body cavity of your choice. Fans say the sensation of mushy extraterrestrial ovum slopping out of them is a real treat.

Source: The Emerging Fetish of Laying Alien Eggs Inside Yourself | VICE | United States

Sexy Monster: Mandragora

The Witches of East End series didn’t make it for a third season. I liked the show. But the mandragora will be far more memorable.

The mandragora love scene in the forest was more than I expected from TV sex. The Mandragora has a tail and he knows how to use it! The hottest thing for me was that tail touching her and then slipping under her skirt to continue touching her, intimately. Tentacles are a turn on… tails too in this case.

Witches of East End: Mandragora

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It turns out mandragora is not something entirely made up for the Witches of East End. Mandragoras have a history. But, to make things simple and focus on the sexy mandragora from the show I’ve made a list of what made the monster for this show.

So what is a Mandragora?

  • lives in woods and forests
  • has the ability to cloak itself in order to avoid detection
  • can appear and disappear in a swirl of vines
  • can alter the memories of its victims
  • feeds on sexual energy of their chosen mate
  • mate is put into a trance and called to them
  • possessive and protective of mate
  • green/ blue body of a man, composed of scales but appears to be plant based
  • long, flexible tail seems to be used for seduction mainly
  • blue tentacles come from it’s back in order to feed or attack
  • tentacles inject Dracos Sanguinum (Dragons Blood) into victim’s brain

For those who want more…

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“The spirit of mandrake is known as Mandragora and has a twin known as Mandragoro. The mandrake is the only traditional plant of Witchcraft that possesses two distinct spirits and appears in the form [of] a female or male human with plant features. The mandrake spirit serves to link humankind with plant-kind and is therefore a magical bridge to the Greenwood Realm and the space of Shadow from which all mysteries flow. In legend, the mandrake is known as the Sorcerer’s Root and connects its possessor with the Old Magic.”

– Raven Grimassi

Jordan – A Handsome Face for the Weekend

I can’t find a lot of photos to show Jordan Rodrigues (originally from Australia) with his shoulder length hair and the overall look from The Fosters TV show. There are photos from other, younger work he has been involved with. But, those younger ones look pretty young and less attractive, in my opinion.

The Fosters came up on NetFlix, I hadn’t heard of it before and I don’t get watching teen dramas any more. But, the show hooks you in. Though I think I’ve had enough now, at the end of season two. Too much drama and too much flying off the handle at small stuff. This is why I stopped watching teen drama or reading young adult books, too self indulged.

The Alien at 50

In our culture it is very alienating to be 50. That age where it hits you that you may not even be middle aged now. Being young, from childhood to somewhere in the 30’s was such a different perspective. I didn’t see it then but I can see it now. Being in my 40’s was (so far) the best time of life for me. I felt ok and even good sometimes. I felt I was ok with myself.

Then, among the years I should have been 40-something, 50 hit me. It came down hard and clouded everything. Even when I could have been happy being 40-something that 50 hung over me, hovering like my personal rain cloud of doom.

In younger years I had read about actresses and such who said there were no roles for older women. I thought little of it. I could see older women in TV shows, movies, commercials, etc. Likely they were in theatre too if I cared to look.

But, the actresses said it wrong. It’s not that there aren’t roles for older women. It’s that there are so MANY roles for younger women, younger people.

Our culture is based on youth. Not just being young and looking it, but the parts of life which come in those younger years (traditionally): going to school, dating, marrying and having children. When I watch anything on TV now I am swarmed with the feeling of how much I don’t belong. How far I am past those parts of life. I don’t want to go back. I just want to be ok with where I am. But, it’s hard.

It’s hard to feel ok with being older when it seems we don’t exist, are expected to keep to ourselves and not be seen or heard. Unless it’s something to do with spending money like buying insurance, buying sedate vacations, buying pee pads (not for your period, whether you still get it or not).

I feel alienated in my own world. I don’t see where I fit in. I can talk to the younger generations. I don’t know their particulars any more: the music, the actors, etc. But, those are just entertainment. I know about life, having come through those younger years. But all my experience and knowledge is tainted by how younger people see me. I’m old. I don’t know the entertainment stuff so I’m relegated to being outdated, out of place and I don’t really understand how things are today.

Odd, but things aren’t all that different. People are born, go to school, try to get along in the world, get married, have babies (or not) and then…. it’s the long stretch of being there, but not getting in the way, until you’re finally as old as you feel.

I don’t feel old. I feel like me. I feel almost the same as I did when I was twenty. But, those are memories and I know that. No wonder we tend to look at the past more as we fall into the future where we don’t fit in and don’t have a place. In the past we had a place and the world was about us.

Now I’m an alien. Just because I’m 50.

If it weren’t for the perception of others (and my own awareness of time limits) I could believe I’m twenty. Young people expect being older to feel so different. It’s not. It’s almost exactly the same as feeling twenty. But, I look at those who are twenty and I can see a difference then. There is a shiny new-ness, an extra bounce and they’re just a bit quicker to laugh.

So maybe we do become an alien as we get older. Where is the mothership then? I’d like to find the other aliens and feel I belong again. I don’t like this feeling of being isolated among all the people I see every day.

The other thing I don’t like to think about is to look past myself and see those older than I am. Right now I may not feel I belong and I may feel like an alien… they look more alien. I worry about how I will still feel like myself when I start to look even less like myself and more alien to who I think I am.

Where is that mothership…?

Women and Friendly Fire

I was watching a US TV show, Bones. The episode was about war heros, men in the war and the afterwards, the after care and how they are not understood or respected for what they went through.

My mind went to women who have been through an attack or stalking and other violence and victimization. We aren’t given much respect, understanding either.

Also, we go through it all alone. We are alone when attacked, no team has our backs, no group of soldiers. Mostly by our own choice because we don’t feel chatty about it all either. So many of the same emotions but so much difference in how people react and how women are misunderstood, blamed and treated afterwards.

Women don’t think to be proud of having survived being preyed on the way soldiers are told to be proud they served their country.

The question is – what do women serve , other than being a survivor, what is there for them to be proud of? Should we think we serve men by being abused? Is that what we can be proud of, like a soldier?

Ironic that the TV show I was watching ended up being about the death and cover up of a soldier killed by friendly fire. Is that how women should look at it? Attack or death by friendly fire? It doesn’t seem friendly to me.