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All Tied Up
The Whores of Halloween
Happy Halloween!
Tomorrow is Halloween, which means that streets and bars all across the country will once again be flooded by adolescents, and emotionally stunted adults, prancing about in costume. F*Bomb isn’t some kind of pumpkin smashing grinch, but at this point, we think Halloween has lost its way. This once noble holiday of malevolent pranks and pagan demon worship has been reduced to an individually wrapped, bite-sized portion of its former glory. And, unfortunately, sex is to blame.
Aside from the few tweens sporting GaGa meat dresses you might spot this year, the real degradation of Halloween is occurring beyond the juvenile trick-or-treating set. Over the last few decades, female Halloween costumes have undergone a steady decline in both originality and modesty. The countless Playboy bunnies, sexy witches, and sexy devils spawned a backlash movement of sexy microwaves, sexy Pat Boons, and scantily clad filing cabinets. The surrealism is appreciated, but it’s still missing the point.
Making scary sexy is dumb. Scary is already sexy, just ask any of the torture porn afficionados whacking off under their raincoats at Saw 3D this year. Sex however, is already scary in its own right. Talking to girls, losing your virginity, being bad in bed, getting pregnant, getting an STD… there are plenty of deeply disturbing elements ripe for costume ideas in the world of vanilla sex alone. If you expand into the spooky realm of kink, there’s no telling what horrifying outfits you might come up with.
Since “Costume Idea Round-Up” articles are lame and overdone, we’re going to keep this real brief. Here are three ideas of how to make sexy scary instead of… *yawn*… the other other way around.
EVIL FURRIES
Regular furries are terrifying. The fact that grown adults enjoy dressing up like mascots in order to fuck scares the shit out mainstream America. Just look at Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. So just think what would happen if you took that furry fear and turned it up a couple notches. Exactly.
NIGHT OF THE LIVING LATEX
Store bought costumes are shoddily made plastic get ups. Why not step your game and get a professionally made plastic get up? If you think latex use is limited to condoms and dish washing gloves, type “latex body suit” into Google and get ready to have your mind blow. Then stroll into a party looking like a cross between an alien and a raincoat and pay that freak out forward.
SKULL FUCKER
Not to much a costume idea as an excuse to show these sweet photos we found, necrophilia is gross, sexual, and horror related, which makes it the perfect concept for a contemporary Halloween costume. If you want to add anti-PC shock value into the mix, just make your dead dummy fuck buddy look like a recently deceased celebrity.
Trick-or-treat America. Have a Happy Halloween!
Booty Call
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And while we’re at it, how do rappers feel about this gay cruising iPhone app?
No way! Turns out rappers LOVE using their phones to hook up with random dudes for anonymous homosexual hook ups. Who knew? Well, F*Bomb wishes rappers the best of luck with all the grinding, hustling, and balling they seem to be doing. We had no idea the rap world was so queer and cruisey.
Cheetah Lady vs Tiger Woman
Check out this cheetah lady (on the left. The other one is obviously a tiger woman)! Money Talks is this porno site that’s a cross between Jackass and Bang Bus where they pay dudes to kick each other in the nuts, get ladies on the street to flash boobs, and then end the videos with an obviously staged scene where a “random” girl is paid for sex.
Money Talks is pretty bland mainstream porn for the most part but even broken watches are right twice a day, you know? For example, this Call of the Wild! video climaxes with a bunch of ladies getting airbrushed up and then fucked. Normally, naked painted girls are lame (especially in Austin) so who cares? But when the Money Talks airbrush artist decided to do these girls up like sexual half-human/half-cat hybrids, they flipped the script on an otherwise boring by-the-numbers porno shoot and inadvertently created some of the sexiest cheetah lady porn we’ve ever seen! Check it out.
Ignore the purple painted chick, no one cares about her. It’s the third one from the left you should be paying attention to.
Her tiger friend is cool too, even though everyone knows gentleman prefer cheetahs.
Meeeeeeeeeeeow!
Hey, guess what?
Tiger butt!
Kitties love milk! Someone needs to get these girls a ball of yarn already.
You can click the photo below to see some hot cheetah lady fucking videos. Just make sure you don’t accidentally sign up for Money Talks because that would be lame since 99.9% of their content is completely bereft of cheetah ladies.
Tired of Sex
You might be wondering, “Why is F*Bomb promoting abstinence? Aren’t you guys a sex blog?” Well, yes we are a sex blog, but there are still a million reasons to promote effective abstinence. Here’s five.
1.) Teenagers with babies are more annoying than a Segway tour. People should wait until they’re old enough to pose nude while pregnant before they start having kids.
2.) F*Bomb hates bad sex and teenagers are notoriously awful in bed. Poor habits die hard so kids should wait until they get to college to get their V-card stamped. That way an older, more experienced senior can show them the ropes and save them from years of sexual incompetence.
3.) Good things come to those that wait.
4.) Sex is like every other commodity in the world: It’s value depends on the laws of supply and demand. If more kids stop giving it up, those of us who are already sexually active become more valuable.
5.) Abstinence is sexy.
That last reason sounds contradictory but bear with us. The Western world is rapidly approaching its sexual peak. Sometime in the next decade, we will effectively run out of new taboos. Unless the porn industry finds a way to turn women inside out (don’t worry, they’re trying), we’re going to run out of orifices and sexual options.
That’s why abstinence is about to come back in. Virgin is the new slut; sexual frustration the new sexual liberation. Still, abstinence is easier said than (not) done so F*Bomb recommends the following strategies for keeping your hearts pure and your legs crossed.
Chastity Belts
Not just for ladies-in-waiting, chastity belts make abstinence more effective by taking the choice right out of those idle hands. After all, it’s hell of a lot easier to resist temptation when sweet release requires a trip to the hardware store. A wonderland of straps, leather, locks, and levers, a chastity belt is certainly the sexiest way to abstain. All those bulky bulges will probably lead curious suitors to ask, “Is that a toolkit in your pocket or are you just celibate?” And fortunately for the fellows out there, male chastity belts are also available, uniquely ribbed for nobody’s pleasure.
Chemical Castration
Less permanent than its spay-and-neuter non-chemical cousin, chemical castration is the misleading name given to administering drugs for the purpose of decreasing sexual interest and arousal. For men, testosterone suppressants like cyproterone or the birth control Depo-Provera are two of the most commonly used, though the shortage of testosterone can result in a gynecomastia aka man-boobs. Since scientists don’t believe in a so-called “female sex drive,” they haven’t spent to much thought trying to reduce it. However, many anti-depressants list a loss of libido as a side effect, so popping a couple Prozacs each morning might be an effective way to remove those wanton lady lusts.
Disfiguration
Boy George famously said, “I want you to want me.” Well, if you don’t want anyone to want you, fucking up your face is a great way to do it. People are shallow and if you are super serious about not wanting to have sex ever again, demolishing your facial features will most likely help you accomplish that goal. The downside of this method is reversing it is fairly expensive, if not impossible. The upside is that you can make a nice little living lecturing to school children about how you supposedly got deformed. “See this face kids? This is why passing standardized tests is important.”
Side note: Doing a Google Image Search on “disfigured” is a great way to ruin your day.
Anti-Sex Shock Collar
In a few years, anti-sex shock collars should start hitting shelves. At first, you’ll have to order them online and they’ll be crazy expensive, but within a few years concerned parents will be able to pick them up at CVS and Walgreens, right next to the drug test kits. Basically, anti-sex shock collars use the same technology as the alcohol detecting ankle monitor Lindsay Lohan had to wear. However, instead of detecting trace booze particles, the collar sniffs out the specific pheromones that get released whenever human beings get randy. When those pheromones are detected, the collar discourages that sort of behavior with a healthy jolt to the jugular. Zzzzzzzap!
Neutered
Since there will always be those people who need to one up everyone else, neuters are inevitable. Once ascetic abstinence starts getting popular, this crowd will next level it and be so above temptation that they don’t even have genitals anymore. There are plenty of ways to remove one’s junk, ranging from the always popular female circumcision to old fashioned “cut ‘em off” castration. Going all the way in this regard is a pretty extreme decision and shouldn’t be undertaken lightly. Having old vegan and straight edge tattoos is embarrassing; admitting you cut off your dick because you thought it was cool is something else entirely.
By the way, putting a video on Youtube of you rapping about abstinence is also a great way to guarantee you never get laid.
Word Play
The Five Ps of Proper Sextiquette
This week on F*Bomb in Print, F*Bomb tells college students that sending dirty pics via cell phone is a good idea and encourages them to make bad sexual puns.
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The Mustaches of Le Petite Mort
Internet Killed The Video Star
Music videos started off pretty cool. David Bowie walked around Mars in a mime outfit, Peter Gabriel was made out of clay, and everything was awesome. When the 90s showed up, directors discovered filters and shit got wack for a while but Beavis and Butthead were there to make fun of it so things were still pretty cool. Then Hype Williams stole fish eye lens camera work from skateboard videos and brought some innovation back to the art form: Missy wore a garbage bag; Puff Daddy, Mace, and Biggie had so much money it was stressful; and Busta Rhymes was briefly white. Good times.
Then things fucking sucked for about ten years. Bands would play in three different locations- like an empty warehouse, a weird room, and their own practice space- and they’d edit that shit together and call it a video. When people look back on that decade that we haven’t decided how to refer to yet, they’re gonna be like, “Fuck you. Your music videos sucked and you guys are gay for having used Myspace.” And they will be right.
Except for the very end of the decade, when people realized that they could show tits on the Internet. Like two years ago, musicians were suddenly like, “Wait, why would I make a video for MTV? They don’t even play videos anymore. I’m taking my shit online cause that’s where all the titties are at.” Good job musicians. Good fucking job.
Now music videos are sick like an old person who didn’t get their flu vaccine. Erykah Badu stripped where Kennedy got shot, Lady GaGa and Beyonce killed some fools with poison, and that M.I.A. video blew up half a dozen redheads which is… you know, whatever it is. But even better, we have a new school of indie video auteurs that are all sticking to a brand new, awesome ass formula.
They’re jocking Terry Richardson and renting hot ass hipsters from the American Apparel stable and then shooting one of those Dockers commercials that tries to look like a home movie from the seventies where everyone is just a young model jumping on beds and having a good time rope swinging into a lake. And the girls are topless. This is a waaaaay better game plan than anything else music videos have ever done. They could do this for the next decade and nobody would complain, especially cause they’re throwing in wieners too now and Eric Wareheim is taking NSFW in it’s own space-fuck direction. Anyways, rub your eyeballs on these babies.
1. “030″ By The Good The Bad
’030′ by The Good The Bad (UNCUT) from 030 on Vimeo.
Do you care what this band looks like? No. No one does. That’s why they’re not in it. Because they’re smart and since this song sounds like an American Apparel ad fucking a guitar, they went ahead and got literal with their video. Good call The Good The Bad.
2. “Why? Where? What?” by King Fantastic
Why? Where? What? from King Fantastic on Vimeo.
If there were three things F*Bomb liked better than cute girls, it would be disrespecting rich people’s houses, rap that sounds like the Clipse, and boytaurs. This video fucked up major by having absolutely ZERO boytaurs, but at least they got the other two big ones right.
3. “Bombay” by El Guincho
El Guincho – Bombay from CANADA on Vimeo.
El Guincho sounds like a Spanish version of Panda Bear and he looks like Chachi-era Scott Baio. Way to hit it out of the park dude! There is so much going on in this video, it’s hard to keep track, but a guy runs with a rifle, a topless girl shoots a bow and arrow, and there are golden girls, detached eyes, and glowing orbs. Normally, cutting away from the awesomeness to shots of the artist hitting electronics with drum sticks would be lame, but he looks like Chachi so it works.
4. “Flesh” by Mr FLASH
“FLESH” Mr Flash Music video from Cédric BLAISBOIS on Vimeo.
Vimeo seemed like the go-to guy for gorgeous NSFW videos, so I tried Googling “vimeo NSFW music” and this retina fucker was the first hit. This video is pretty much what I always imagined European nightlife was like: Really hot women with excellent cheek bones getting to second base in raves and sex dungeons and then chowing down on meat, which is crazy cause they’re still totally fit. Europe must rag on America so hard behind our back.
5. “Lust for Life” by Girls
This song is definitely not the best song out there called “Lust For Life,” but it’s kinda cool and this video countdown was sorely in need of more hot indie boners being used as microphones. You earn 10 hipster points if you recognize the non-blonde boy as Hunx from Gravy Train!!!. However, you earn twice as many real person points if you didn’t know that because your brain is full of useful information like science instead of indie rock trivia.
Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright
Okay, no beastie, but how fucking hot is Tigerman? “With manlike cunning… with beastial fury… he stalks the night!” He stalks the motherfucking night! That is soooo hot! We thought cheetah ladies were the be-all end-all of human/feline hybrids, but obviously, we were wrong. If anyone can find a video of a cheetah lady getting busy with a tigerman, F*Bomb will Paypal you $20. Scout’s honor.
But seriously, tigermen have got it all.
They’re laid back and sophisticated…
Ready for battle… (check out those Pumadudes in the background! F*Bomb is going to investigate that further in the future.)
They’ve got great moves…
Oprah’s down with them…
And they’ve got a sick theme song, in Italian no less.
But tigermen are only the tip of the iceberg. Everyone knows it’s hot when a man rides a tiger…
By the power of Greyskull, ain’t that the truth! But as hot as a steroid junkie sitting on a green masked up tiger might be, it’s got nothing on boy-gers (which is totally what it would sound like if Bebop and Rocksteady said, “Burgers.”) which is a tiger based boytaur. Can you say, “Rarrrrr!”?
So remember: Tigermen ain’t nothing to fuck with.
Talk Dirty To Me
Combining three of F*Bomb’s favorite things- sex, FREE, and performance art- Bedpost Confessions promises to be a great way to improve sexual literacy without having to go through the laborious task of reading (Ugh, doesn’t it just make your head hurt?). A bunch of ladies are going to say filthy things into a microphone at a venue that serves alcoholic beverages. It’s a dream come true!
Click here to check out the interview F*Bomb: The Column did with Julie McCloud, one of the Four Horsewomen of the Sex-pocalypse.
Alright, hit it C.C.!