Thursday, May 30, 2024

A History Of Sex Dolls; High End “Girls” On Display In Japan

Orient Industry, a maker of super expensive and super real sex dolls, launched an exhibit of super creepy “Love Dolls” in Tokyo this week. The “Artificial OTOME (girl) Museum”, in collaboration with the Vanilla Galler, is presenting the Eerily realistic doll exhibit. We’re all for sex toys and sex dolls, but if you’re going to spend $10,000 to bang a silicone doll, it’s time to get out more.

The sex doll brand started in 1977 when the future CEO of Orient Industry decided to “Make the kind of doll that he knew men needed.” He came up with Hohoemi, who was a “simple lady compared with the sophisticated silicone dolls of today, but she certainly was a popular and durable creation,” the company says. “Made from urethane and PVC, Hohoemi was essentially a head, bust and waist with a hole. That’s it.”

Below is Hohoemi; isn’t she cute? Imagine going over to some guy’s place and seeing her sitting on the coffee table.


Hohoemi was replaced by Omokage, in 1982, when they moved onto full-body dolls. Omokage was made of latex and had detachable arms and legs–in case someone drops by and you have to throw her in the closet.


Next was Kagemi in 1987, and the Hana Sisters in 1997, with new models appearing every few years. The dolls were gaining popularity with “widowers”, the company says. Sure.

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In 1998 Orient Industry fully established itself with the all-silicone”Candy Girl” series, “a whole new breed of love doll” that made a guy feel like he was fornicating with a real girl.


In 2000, the company introduced “Fantastic, an anime character style love doll for the anime nerds who have no idea how to talk to a real girl.


From 2005 too 2008, the latest versions of the Candy Girl started to arrive, and the company “heralded a new generation with the ultra realistic “Ange” Real Love Doll.


Today’s “steampunk” love doll. She’ll kick your ass. Then you can bang her.



Japanese Penis Festival Celebrates The Ween

For those of you who missed it, the annual “Japanese Penis Festival” was held to honor and celebrate the male sex organ, with massive replicas of giant dongs paraded down the streets of Kawasaki.

The Shinto Kanamara Matsuri, or “Festival of the Steel Phallus,” is held every spring at the Kanayama Shrine in Kawasaki, Japan. Humongous sculptures of manhood are carried down the street as people watch the parade while eating penis shaped chocolate lollipops, taking selfies of themselves with willies in their mouths.

Legend has it that the schlong-a-thong had its roots in the Edo Period (1603-1868) when a sharp-toothed demon somehow got into a woman’s vagina (vagina dentata) and castrated two unlucky young dudes on their wedding nights. (Only a man intimidated by women would come up with such a story.)

Their brides went to a local blacksmith who came to the rescue by making an iron dildo to break the demon’s teeth. The shrine was then “erected” to honor the Shinto deities of fertility and childbirth. It was also a place where prostitutes went to pray to seek protection from sexually transmitted infections. It became a tourist attraction in 1970.

The festival started in 1977 and gets bigger and bigger, like an erect penis, every year. Today the festival is used to raise money for HIV research and draws a big LGBT crowd.


The “Penis Parade” penetrates the streets of Kawasaki, Japan.


Here’s an interesting idea for your next Halloween costume.


Candy pee pee so good!


Japanese boys go down on penis pops.

Belgian Chocolate Anus Anyone?

Nothing says I love you (and your ass) like the gift of a pure Belgian chocolate anus. That’s right, a company in London called Edible Anus offers candy in the shape of a bung-hole, also known as a “bootyhole,” “pooper,” or “bungus.”

“For us”, the company says “making chocolate is an art, which is why we only produce traditional hand made chocolate of the highest standard here in the UK. Our Chocolates come in “meek milk”, “dilated dark” and “tight white Belgian chocolate.”  (I’m surprised they didn’t do one with nuts in it or crispy things, to mimic the real texture of the “real” chocolate that comes out of the “Hershey Highway.”)

It all started out as a cheeky art exhibit by London artist and Edible Anus creator Magnus who made a range of butt-hole shaped chocolates for an art exhibition. He originally tried to cast his own, but it didn’t go well, according to his website:

“The Edible Anus first saw the light of day when the London artist, Magnus Irvin, made a range of them in multi-coloured chocolate to present in an exhibition. Initially Mr. Irvin tried to cast his own anus with messy and disastrous results. Whilst explaining his failure to a chance aquaintance at a bus stop he was gratified to find that his fellow bus passenger was willing to allow him to cast her anus. The job was done in just over half an hour later that afternoon and all subsequent anuses have been based on this casting. It is a matter of interest that the person who kindly donated her service has no idea that her anus has now gone global.”  Consider it pop art, I mean “poop art.”

“One size fits all,” says the company. “The Edible Anus is the perfect present for Mother’s Day, a family wedding or simply an amuse-bouche for that timid, confirmed bachelor next door.” (More like amuse-butt). The “art-holes” cost $12.50 for a box of three.

The company even gets political and  says “We also believe the anus range can dissolve cultural boundaries of race, gender, class, and sexual orientation. So spread the joy, and let’s all teach the world to LOVE EACH OTHER AND LOVE THE ANUS.”

It’s better than being an asshole.

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Museum of Sex Rebrands How We View Sex

Sex sells, but how do you sell a museum about sex?  It’s hard. One of our favorite museums,The Museum of Sex in New York City, is going through a re-branding. The museum, which features in-depth exhibitions that “view art, fashion, history, science and more, through the lense of sex” has been around for 14 years, and is more probing and interesting than ever.

But even before it opened, founder Daniel Gluck had to fight the New York State Board of Regents, who rejected its application for non-profit status, objecting that the idea of a “museum of sex made a mockery” of the concept of a museum. Meanwhile,  William Donohue, of the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights, an organization that actually believes most of the sex people are having is a sin, called it a “museum of smut.” (Mr. Donohue needs to have some good, sweaty, “dirty” sex asap.)

But Mr. Gluck wanted to start a museum dedicated to “the history, evolution and cultural significance of human sexuality.” “People have baggage about what a ‘sex brand’ can be” he says; that’s what we’ve been fighting against since we’ve started. The Museum of Sex is for those who seek a deeper understanding of sexuality.”

Current exhibits include “Hardcore, A Century of Obscene Imagery,” and “Object XXX, Selected Objects from The Museum Of Sex Archive,” which includes two silicone sex dolls to ogle, a couture dress made from condoms, and a bicycle powered sex machine.


NYC subway and billboard ads by Base Design.


Museum In Paris Explores History of Prostitution Through Art

The first major art show about Parisian prostitution will open at Musee d’Orsay in Paris,  Splendor and Misery: Images of Prostitution 185-1910, named after Honoré de Balzac’s novel The Splendors and Miseries of Courtesans.

Major artists in the show include Henride Toulouse-Lautrec, Edgar Degas, Pablo Picasso, Edourd Manet, Edvard Munch, and Vincent van Gough.

One rooms contains “The Armchair Of Love”, a brocaded chair with stirrups that can accommodate three people. It was built for naughty King Edward VII to use when he was in town for a threesome.

Several paintings depict life at the bordello and rare photos capture vintage behind-the-scenes moments. There were three levels of prostitution: the first was street walker, second was bordello girl, and third was the courtesan at the top of the hierarchy. According to The New York Times, courtesans were often showered with jewels by married aristocrats who “kept” them in elegant mansions.

“The world’s oldest profession seen through the eyes of art” also includes sculpture, decorative arts, and is accompanied by a 45 Euro art book that makes an interesting conversation piece on a coffee table.