
Ok, now let’s move on to the other end of this trope—the actual arrival of the monster / animal / creature.
The above, obviously, is from the original King Kong in 1933, back when Hollywood made movies with original storylines. This is the scene where the Ann Darrow character (played by, and nearly always referred to as, Fay Wray) is being sacrificed to Kong.
It illustrates a handful of themes that will keep coming back in the next few images. First of all, there is the ambiguity of getting devoured = getting ravished. (I’ve never really understood why Kong needed these little human dumplings…he ought to be eating gigantic Jurassic bananas or something.)
Second of all, there’s the undercurrent of all metaphors that we put on animals. With King Kong (and generally with the great apes) there is an implied racial metaphor, but it isn’t clear-cut. As many folks have pointed out, Kong might evoke white fears of blackness, but Kong is essentially the hero of the movie. All these metaphors blur into the general notion of “bestial” sexuality, which has nothing much to do with actual beasts having sex.
Finally, from David Rosen:
The Hays Office censored what it considered the objectionable scenes in KING KONG, which included one sequence on the island where Kong gently tears Ann’s clothes off, strokes her with his finger, and then sniffs it.
Despite the title, this isn’t exactly about virginity. Wertham’s 1954 tract against comic books resulted in congressional investigations and ultimately the Comics Code Authority, one of the most absurd censorship organizations that has ever existed in the US. The CCA banned whole genres, such as horror, as well as banning such morally dubious images as werewolves, vampires, ghouls, corrupt politicians, sympathetic or glamorous villains, villains who do not get caught and punished, cannibalism, rape, nudity, suggestive postures, lurid, unsavory, and gruesome images. Oh, and sexual perversion….Wertham was one of the early critics of Wonder Woman’s bondage kink.
Another subtext of the code was that the heroes had to be white. This came out quickly in EC Comics’ story “Judgment Day”, which essentially ended their business, leaving only Mad Magazine.
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Portions of this image are not offensive. Let’s see what the censors have skipped, clockwise from the upper left:
Rope; a ball gag; a vibrator?; a gas mask; “cloverleaf” nipple clamps, candles, two kinds of bedpan, an IV-style catheter flask?; pump suction things; a collar, a bit gag, a leather paddle, riding crop, and flogger (ditto on the other side), four butt/vaginal plugs, two of them will pull-tabs; inflatable kegel balls; then some stuff that’s been censored; a four-way remote control bullet vibrator; a dildo/vibrator; something naughty; another remote vibrator; two things that aren’t safe for work; a pair of anal bead sets; something unspeakable; an enema bulb?; an inflatible something-or-other; possibly a set of plugs with weights on them; another enema syringe; a collar; bullwhip; roller-style bit gag; stethescope; chain; hemostats; huge enema syringes; and what might be another bedpan. Also, she’s holding two things that aren’t fit to be seen on Tumblr.
But the taboo is still there. In manga, for instance, orifices (and nipples) seem to come and go at random. This girl is spread spread wide—we can see her urethra—but still has no anus. WTF?

Janet Jackson’s “wardrobe malfunction.”
As a live musical performance, the SB XXXVIII halftime show was kind of boring. But as political theatre, OMG. MTV permanently banned from the Superbowl! Half a million complaints to the FCC! Two lawsuits! A half-million dollar fine! Massive chilling effect on soap operas and talk radio! Surge in the popularity of nipple shields! Americans look like idiots!
Sigh.
Perhaps the most depressing thing was that Jackson and Timberlake couldn’t come out and say “Yeah, we thought popping out a boob during a song about getting naked would be fun and sexy, and we figured you people could handle it.” No, they had to explain it as an accident.
There it is: the most dangerous breast in America.

Annette Funicello (1942-), the most beloved of the Mouseketeers, in a publicity photo. As Funicello went though puberty, the nation’s moral watchdogs seem to have become obsessed with, and scared of, her breasts. They were discussed in newspaper editorials and barbershop rumor mills. She had to bind them and wear baggy sweaters for awhile, and when that failed she was kicked off the Mouseketeer crew. Even afterwards, Disney (who seems to have had a special interest in Funicello) insisted that she wear modest clothing in her early film career.
Check ‘em out. Those are two of three most dangerous breasts in US history.
Whether or not autofellatio exists was the source of a long edit war on Wikipedia. In a hilarious sort of Catch-22, people argued (1) that autofellatio didn’t exist, and (2) that any pictures of it were obscene and inappropriate. Since the most obvious rejoinder to (1) involves (2), the article cycled on and on for ages, but seems to have reached a fairly reasonable status quo.
Having said all that…the images of auto-fellatio that have shown up, like this GIF, don’t make it look very fun. More like auto-cock-teasing-yoga.
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