
The September 1956 cover of Man’s Life. All the covers were more or less in this vein, but Weasels Ripped My Flesh would get immortalized by Frank Zappa.
if you are not familiar with MAN’S LIFE here is a good introduction
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I am a little bit confused about what, and where, that is. Is she standing on a yeti?
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I’ve had a painting crush on Bocklin since I was, like, ten years old. Here he is illustrating Boiardo’s unfinished Orlando Furioso (hence my pen name, see?) in whic Boiardo rips off the Andromeda myth. Angelica, the princess of Cathay, gets chained to a rock where she’s going to be eaten by a sea dragon. Ruggerio, the African knight, rescues her and gives her a ring of invisibility (which Tolkein would later steal from Boiardo). It’s a big scene in part because it’s one of the few European romances that has non-European characters as well as European ones, with inter-racial matchups. (Angelica ultimately winds up with…ummm…Medoro, but he’s black, too.)
I kind of like the dragon’s expression. He looks like my cat.
Arnold Bocklin - Ruggiero befreit Angelica (1879-80)
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Oooo, blood and dragons! Another two-for-one.
This is from Michael Manning’s version of the Nieblungenlied. Manning is probably better known to readers of this blog as a famous pen-and-ink fetish pornographer. Sigurd is making himself invulnerable using the famous dragon’s-blood-body-wash technique.
St George and the Dragon, Paolo Ucello, 1470
In Tolkein’s famous essay on Beowulf, he mentions that there are not very many dragons in European mythology, really. This is a bit funny, since Tolkein’s own Smaug would eventually become one of centerpieces of a whole genre based on emulating Tolkein’s aesthetic.
But he was right: before Smaug, there was St. George’s dragon (actually in Libya), and Fafnir, and Beowulf’s dragon. That’s pretty much it.
Above, George is about to rescue Sabra. Like most damsels in distress, Sabra has to marry whatever schmuck shows up to rescue her, even though in the original legend, she’s basically the one who saves the day, using the magic-virginity powers of her girdle…..?….? (That’s what she’s leashing him with).
And the poor dragon was only trying to sell astroturf.
Kojiro, 1999
Blood for my anonymous follower, and dragons for Murre.
You know what this picture reminds me of? In Winged Migration, which is pretty awesome, there is a scene where a pelican or something is flipping fish into its mouth, and it gets one stuck on its beak. And then, for several minutes, it does this complex series of flips and flops trying to get the poor fish into its actual gullet.
I think this dragon is about to have a very similar problem.

Elizabeth Bathory, 1560-1614, was one of the most bloodthirsty female murderers in history. Or else she wasn’t. Hard to say, actually.
An Hungarian countess, Bathory was suspected of seducing, torturing, and killing young girls. The stories grew exponentially, in good black-legend fashion, until she was suspected of killing over 600 virgins and bathing in their blood (it’s about 15 virgins to a bathtub, I’d guess). She was immured in her castle, and those accused of collaborating with her were tortured to death.
It’s entirely possible that all these stories are bullshit, emerging as they did in the midst of the European witchcraft hysteria (Bathory was interested in the occult) and Protestant / Catholic conflicts.
Except for the pronoun, exactly what she said.
Hurting hurts. I mean, I never like it when it’s happening. But I can’t deny that the idea of him wanting to hurt me is one that I like a whooooole lot more than I like to admit. I like that he knows how to ignore my whining, and take what he wants despite my saying no.
In the original Dracula, I think Mina Harker is a schoolteacher, not a librarian, but the fetish is about the same. She was rebooted in the endlessly weird League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, from which someone made this video collage, which TLIT suggested to me. Vampiric badass-ness. Also, a very nice library, though as I recall, it gets destroyed in a shootout. Tssk, Tssk.
And now we move towards the more troubling liquids. Menses, actually, I have no problem with. But I understand the folks who do.
Way back in the day, Meg published a piece about her then-owners playing with her tampon string, and how utterly humiliated she felt. Oddly (I thought) one or two of her readers singled this out as being too humiliating for them, a tampon too far. Even though Meg was writing about getting spanked and paddled and humiliated in lots of ways, breaking the menstrual taboo still stood out for them.
I imagine that this girl is in that same frame of mind. She’s waiting for her master, and she knows her pad has leaked, and there’s nothing she can do about it but cringe.
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