I've seen some folk trying to claim modern tentacle porn as some kind of continuation of a venerable tradition of hawt lady-on-cephalopod action in Japanese erotica, but it was more likely cooked up as a way of getting around Japan's strict no-depictions-of-penetration rule:
Censor: You heard me, filthmonger! You're not to show penises going into vaginas or asses without pixelation! Or there'll be trouble (pats Japanese law book smugly)
Hentai director: What if it wasn't penises. though? Like, what if it was, I dunno, tentacles or something?
Censor (leafing franticly through law book): It says nothing about tentacles. Not that anyone would be that deprave-- hey! Why are you asking?
Hentai director: Oh, no reason (walks off, whistling innocently)
Were women drowning in those stupid Victorian bathing gowns on the regular? Were they ever "a thing" outside the US Northeast coast and England? If a wave knocked you over in one of those you'd have no hope of swimming back to shore even if you were a strong swimmer. Even the weird wool full body bathing suits the men wore must have been dangerous.
There are a bunch of records of American men dropping dead of heatstroke because they'd refuse to remove their wool dress jackets/uniforms. Happened a lot during the civil war. They'd apparently failed to notice they weren't in Northern Europe and wool suits weren't a great idea for most of the year.
I understand walking home in a soggy bathing suit, but two possibilities come to mind of why you were walking to the beach in such a state. Between them, cruel and unfortunate, but don't feel that you have to explain.
Summer is very bright indeed when filtered through the growth and flowering of a bloody mary. Thanks for sharing. I have a spare thought for the provenance of the art here and in the Pryor/Feldman superhero comic which can wait a few centuries.
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Earliest tentacle porn, maybe? Cool. Coincidentally, all four bathers just happen to have, um, rather huge tracts of land...
Tentacle porn is way older: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dream_of_the_Fisherman%27s_Wife?wprov=sfla1
Holy smokes, I had no idea--1814 or even earlier (depending on the cultural origins in local myths and fables). Thanks for the reference!
I've seen some folk trying to claim modern tentacle porn as some kind of continuation of a venerable tradition of hawt lady-on-cephalopod action in Japanese erotica, but it was more likely cooked up as a way of getting around Japan's strict no-depictions-of-penetration rule:
Censor: You heard me, filthmonger! You're not to show penises going into vaginas or asses without pixelation! Or there'll be trouble (pats Japanese law book smugly)
Hentai director: What if it wasn't penises. though? Like, what if it was, I dunno, tentacles or something?
Censor (leafing franticly through law book): It says nothing about tentacles. Not that anyone would be that deprave-- hey! Why are you asking?
Hentai director: Oh, no reason (walks off, whistling innocently)
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Given the octopus anatomy on display, I have no reason to doubt the historical accuracy of the mammalian component.
Also the Japanese surely have prior art.
It was the style at the time.
I think the octopus looks more scared than the women.
Were women drowning in those stupid Victorian bathing gowns on the regular? Were they ever "a thing" outside the US Northeast coast and England? If a wave knocked you over in one of those you'd have no hope of swimming back to shore even if you were a strong swimmer. Even the weird wool full body bathing suits the men wore must have been dangerous.
People were clearly made of sterner stuff back then!
In my day we had to walk to the beach and back in a soggy bathing suit.
There are a bunch of records of American men dropping dead of heatstroke because they'd refuse to remove their wool dress jackets/uniforms. Happened a lot during the civil war. They'd apparently failed to notice they weren't in Northern Europe and wool suits weren't a great idea for most of the year.
I understand walking home in a soggy bathing suit, but two possibilities come to mind of why you were walking to the beach in such a state. Between them, cruel and unfortunate, but don't feel that you have to explain.
Summer is very bright indeed when filtered through the growth and flowering of a bloody mary. Thanks for sharing. I have a spare thought for the provenance of the art here and in the Pryor/Feldman superhero comic which can wait a few centuries.