Sunday, February 15, 2015

Review of 120 Days of Sodom by de Sade

Review of 120 Days of Sodom by de Sade


No question should be raised whence I derive my silly penname. In honor of that most unvirtuous author, I wanted to review a bit of the cad’s written work here. His 120 Days of Sodom is a fun piece with which to start.
I have in my hands now the 2008 English translation by James Hovoc. (I shall review some of Havoc’s wild work in another review.) Alas, since I suck at French, this is as close as I can get to the Master’s original manuscripts. But I trust in Havoc and this newest translation is by far the best translation any English speaker could hope to find.
I’ve read most everything one can by and on de Sade in English and I never cease to tire of either him or his work. Most friends and colleagues I known simply can’t handle him though. Even those who are into the swinging scene, BDSM, cuckoldry, or whatever, are turned off by his writings. Perhaps I hang out with boring people. It seems that even when we puritan Americans attempt to do the edgy thing, we are only really fooling ourselves? Forsooth, if you value equality in sexual “play” than de Sade is not for you. However, if you can dial down those liberal democratic values hammered into you since preschool, de Sade is a healthy escape.
For example, a quick excerpt:
“Durcet had Augustine shit in his mouth, and the Bishop made Fanny suck the tip of his throbbing cock while she spread her buttocks and dropped a turd down his throat. Its flavor drove him to a violent orgasm, and as he sprayed his cock-juice over her gums he also mangled her flanks between his clenched fists; but as much as he wished to see her punished further, he could find no grounds to sentence her. Such was the Bishop’s mercurial nature; no sooner had he come inside his pleasure-object, than he wished to see it dashed to the Devil. Everyone knew of his vicious temperament, and the young girls, the wives and the young boys all dreaded nothing so much as being the recipient of his lust and loathing.”
Beautiful prose, eh?

Ass-Worship

Like all good writers de Sade is able to expand the meaning of some words that we take for granted. The word sodomy from that stupid tale in Christian and Jewish mythology (Genesis 19:4) is a great example. Not only does sodomy mean a man inserting a turgid cock into an asshole, male or female, but it also means all things having to do with the utter worship of the buttocks over all other parts of the body (especially the vagina), including what comes out of it.
Thus, coprophagia (the eating of poo-poo) or scatology (the obsessive playing with shit) is as much a part of sodomy as is traditional buggery. For the characters in this book, any other sexual excess serves at best as side dishes to the main course of limitless ass-worship.

Plot

Just a whole lot of butt-fuckery which increases in amount, variance, artfulness, sadism, and satire: the book’s plotline is subdivided into a pre-story introduction called “The Masterplan”, followed by the four months, each as a part, and then ending with “The Aftermath.” The most interesting element of the 120 days that really has something of a story happens in the First Month. Here we have a running narrative of one girl’s corruption over an entire lifetime. From a storytelling perspective this is where de Sade really excels and keeps the book moving forward. Learning about how the French girl is slowly molested at a preteen age by the monkhood, later encouraged to join a brothel, then becomes proprietress of the establishment after poisoning her employer all make for great reading!
The second to third months are not fleshed out in anywhere the same amount of detail as the first month. I’m not sure if this is because de Sade became bored with his own story or because he just didn’t have time to fill in the last bits. If one reads his Juliette, then you will know that it is probably not the former.

Philosophy

I have yet to read the Leo Straussian tome on de Sade. Most accounts on de Sade as a philosopher I find are a bit boring to say the least. This is because most writers on de Sade take out all the fun vocab. One can’t talk about de Sade as the philosopher and also eschew diction/expressions like “cock-wanker”, “fuck my eyes”, “catamite”, “cock-beating”, “semen-splashing mania”, “smegma”, “scatology”, “libidinal fury”, “tight-ringed asshole”, “shit-befouled haunches”, and on and on. In short, I always like to argue that how de Sade says what he says is as important as what he says.
The following will be a longish quotation, but it serves as a great example of how de Sade’s philosophy mixes freely with his potty mouth:
“‘That notion does not conform to the libertine viewpoint,’ opined Durcet. ‘For how can you be happy if you are constantly able to satisfy yourself? It is not in the consummation of desire that happiness exists, but in the desire itself, in the destruction of all obstacles that stand in the way of that desire. Whereas here, one only has to make a wish, and it is granted. I swear to you,’ he continued, ‘that since my arrival here my cock has not exploded once because of the fuck-toys I find about me in the château. No; every time I have discharged it has been because of what is not here, what is absent from this place. And so it is that, according to my belief, there is one essential element lacking to our happiness. It is the pleasure of comparison, the pleasure one derives from seeing wretched, normal men; here, one sees none at all. It is the sight of one who does not in the least enjoy what we enjoy—and who suffers because of it—that affords us the pleasure of being able to say: “I am therefore happier than he.” Wherever all men are found equal, and where differences do not exist, true happiness shall not exist either. It is the example of the man who only truly appreciates good health after a lengthy bout of illness.’”
The above quotation has this blending of moral philosophy and scandalous language that I and, I’m sure, many other readers have found eminently enchanting over the past three-hundred years. A shorter quotation that illustrates the same point is as follows:
“[A]ny relief given to misfortune, any gesture that lightens the burden of the oppressed, is a heinous crime against the natural state of things…only the crushing of the poor and needy is worthy of a hard-on.”
Or, perhaps try this other short quotation:
“It’s ridiculous to think one owes anything to one’s mother. For what would such gratitude be based upon? Are we to be thankful that she allowed some lout to fire his seed into her cunt?”
Naturally, the above examples crack me up. But they also make great prompts for a Socratic discussion. Give it a whirl in your next Anglo-American analytic philosophy class…ha!

Read me!

Indeed, read de Sade’s work. This particular book is a fun one with which to begin. Cannot recommend it enough.
Love, -Virginia de Sade
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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Cyborg Cum Lust Galaxies 1

Cyborg Cum and the Lust Galaxies, Part 1

This is an except from the first installment in this story in the Erotic Sci-Fi Tales of Yore series.


The space fisherman knew he had little time to act if his plan was to work.
Westjuur sprinted to his scrambike and retrieved one more sexy space midget Xizân girl. Though he did not want to waste a space sex slave in this way, Westjuur had little choice in the manner if he wished to avoid a lustful death here and now on this lonely space asteroid.
“Forgive me, Xizân space slut,” said Westjuur to the midget girl. “I must murder you without making the proper sacrifice to our Lord Rahh.”
The Xizân slave began to cry. She looked solemnly into the silver-colored eyes of the space fisherman and whimpered, “No lovemaking before I die, foreign brother?”
Westjuur smiled at so ridiculous a question.
“Of course, there will be a rapine of your virginity before your life force is extinguished, my space ingénue,” said Westjuur.
He picked her up by the legs and tossed her toward the canister.
The Xizân sex midget fell with her back to the canister. Westjuur was immediately aroused by such a display of force and removed his space loincloth in order to have his way with the little tart.
He turned her around so that her body now bent over the canister. Westjuur tore off her top so that her mighty space titties dangled over the opening of the fuel canister. He penetrated her buttocks in lieu of her yet-to-be-spoiled maidenhead just south of her bunghole.
Westjuur called to the creature still inside the canister, “See this you miserable space monster from the ancient court of Himfeltalt; these full breast dangling above your strange head. Will you not commit to a pleasurable fondle of this sex slave’s private parts?”
A great rumbling exited from the top of the canister as Westjuur continued his penetrating motion into the unlucky Xizân space woman.
From out of the top of the canister appeared a tentacle of some sort. It was made of a glittering space-like substance, of a pure reddish glow, both translucent and hard to the touch. Westjuur realized that this must be the third sex organ of the astroman reptile. It was rising out of the canister’s open orifice and now turning toward Westjuur and the Xizân girl’s hard lovemaking. The forth-dimensional sex organ snaked into the air and then back around toward the Xizân space slave.
Could the stupid creature in the canister be aroused? Thought the space fisherman to himself. It appeared as though his plan was working.
The slimy, red tentacle began to feel its way over the body of the Xizân midget. Its odd-looking red glow hovered about the girl’s breasts before weaving its way over her head, down across her back, and then past Westjuur’s ribald penis. The astroman reptile’s fourth-dimensional sex organ then sniffed at the sex slave’s labia. It seemed to understand that this smallish girl from Xizân was indeed a virgin. The creature’s tentacle went wild in a zillion-colored phantasmagoria of light and sound and vibrations and screams and glitter and intoxicated spasms of lust.
The astroman reptile’s strange tentacle shot forward in a single slithery punch, breaking past the Xizân girl’s hymen and sinking its fourth-dimensional lasciviousness into all the organs, arteries, and veins of the girl.
The Xizân sex slave screamed in sensuous pain.
Westjuur knew that this was his chance.
He quickly finished his anal raping, pulling out his space penis so that his cum could litter the backside of the midget girl as the creature continued in its wild ecstasy. Westjuur tilted the Xizân girl forward. She fell over into the top of the canister with the fourth-dimensional sex organ still locked inside her pussy.
Immediately, Westjuur reached down for the cover of the canister—the same one that held the ancient script of Profit Élouraz.
He placed... [read more...]


Love you* all!
-V de S



*especially those of you with big black beefy penises