I wonder how it feels to discover that she of whom you are a duplicate is succeeding brilliantly at something…
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Invisible Girl, Heroine: Chapter Four, Page Three written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
Nothing like physical evidence for clinching a case.
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Study Abroad: Chapter Five, Page Nineteen written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
Did David Hume ever even think about the sort of stuff found in the Tales of Gnosis College? My private estimate is that he sorta did…
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Study Abroad: Chapter Five, Page Eighteen written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
And now we begin a dive into the deeper questions.
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Study Abroad: Chapter Five, Page Seventeen written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
It would appear that Jill has much learned the value of skepticism.
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Study Abroad: Chapter Five, Page Sixteen written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
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Study Abroad: Chapter Five, Page Fourteen written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
It’s a pleasure to be able to present some new Erotic Mad Science bespoke art featuring Iris Brockman from her initial adventure abroad: an interesting moment in her employment in the Club Cuisine (or, depending on your views on the metaphysics of personal identity, her last moment, although obviously she has full confidence in that that’s not the case).
Iris and Samurai by by Hitori, ZEO, & Kurohoshi, commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License (Click on the image for a larger version.)
This one was a group effort, with by Hitori, whose highly imaginative work we’ve seen here recently at Erotic Mad Science acting as principal artist with help from his friends ZEO and Kurohoshi who do charming work of their own (follow links to their galleries at DeviantArt). You can see their joint work at a blog here.
And I do believe they are all open to the idea of future commissions, hint, hint.
I don’t prowl the Internet at random. There’s always a question in my mind, and the question is who else is like me? Who else has arrived at the strange visions that swim through my head? It surely can’t be the case that I’m alone, can it?
Usually, it isn’t. Last week I came across someone in Japan who is clearly energized by the liquid girl thing. And this week I’ve found an artist who works up the themes of death and resurrection (with its personal identity porn implications), a beautiful girl who jumps into the danger with enthusiasm, and even, er, unusual cuisine. He’s in Mexico and works under the handle Hitori9.
He gives us a little one-page comic story called “Life Mushroom,” and in it we have we have a cheerful protagonist who’s fully willing to go the same distance as Iris Brockman did in her Study Abroad adventure. We meet her right in the first panel (I apologize for the cropping, but it’s the best I can manage):
Her confidence in the life mushroom is supreme, as she shows in the very next panel:
And if you want to see how it all turns out (and don’t squick easily), then by all means look at the full version at Hitori9’s blog. She’s okay. I promise!
And there’s something very tasty coming for dinner as well…
I don’t doubt that many, perhaps most, readers of Erotic Mad Science have at some point seen Tim Burton‘s The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993). And those of you who have seen it would be surely not forget Sally, an animated ragdoll created by Halloweentown’s resident mad scientist (though perhaps in context he isn’t so mad) Dr. Finklestein. She served as a love interest for the main protagonist and, I must say, I can think of no other cinematic character who makes stalking like quite so adorable.
Now in the context of the actual movie, Sally seems to serve Dr. Finklestein as a sort of combination ersatz daughter/houseservant. But I recently discovered a concept art sketch of Sally…
…and that suggests that perhaps creators had some rather other ideas about the reason why Finklestein might have created Sally. Guess that old erotic mad science really is everywhere.
An additional thought: when Sally doesn’t work out as planned for Dr. Finklestein, he creates a new woman, whom he animates by removing half his brain and donating it to her. “Think of the brilliant conversations we’ll have!” Hmm. This act rather reminds me of something. I wonder if Derek Parfit was serving as a consultant to Tim Burton…
From the title of the post, what did you think I had in mind?
(Found on a pop-up laden site I shan’t link to.)
Actually it was something a little different.
However strange you are erotically, you’re almost certainly not alone. There are people like you, and they have been creating stuff in the past. And now it’s buried. It might be buried because it really was erotic in some way and the creators had to get it past the censors somehow. Or it might be buried because it isn’t erotic to many people but it is to some. Or it might just be lost, because it’s stuck inside popular culture that isn’t really very interesting or very good on the whole and so is largely forgotten.
But whatever it is, it’s out there, and if you’re diligent you can go out and dig it up and bring it back to life. If you’ve been following Erotic Mad Science for any length of time you’ll have noticed my doing it a lot. I’m into this weird thing with mad science. The evidence is strong that there were a lot of people in the past who were as well. But of course they were weird and unacceptable and so they had to get their crap past the radar somehow if they wanted it to see the light of day.
Crap past the radar: The tube girls are a good example. If you were a sci-fi or fantasy editor working in mid-twentieth century America, you sure couldn’t get away with putting a naked girl right on the cover of a magazine. But a tube, properly constructed, has some interesting properties. It’s transparent, but on obvious way of constructing one involves segments held together by metal rings. So you can put a naked girl in one, and of course her naughty bits will just happen to align with the metal rings. And of course, the tube will play a part in the story: she’s in cryo-sleep! Being abducted by horny aliens! Undergoing a transformation experiment! Presto: your porny art fantasy slips past the censor and onto the cover, which I am sure is most gratifying for both the viewer and for you. Before you know it, there are tube girls everywhere.
Half a century later, a weirdo like me an go collecting them in service of his own ends.
Forgotten fetish fuel: The “personal identity porn” thing is probably not unique to me (I’ll admit it’s weird as a subset of my weirdness) and people who were making movies like The Four-Sided Triangle or Frankenstein Created Woman probably didn’t have weirdos like me in mind when they were filming (although you never really know). They were making movies to make money. Like most pop culture, they were mostly forgotten in a while. But they were not gone, and they were there for me to mine up. Watching these movies, and then being to explain what I think is interesting about them from a thaumatophile perspective, allows them to live again under a new interpretation, which is itself a form of creative act.
Of course, to perform that creative act, finding the little gems of eros amidst the dreck of mostly-dead popular culture can be a dirty business.
(Found on this Russian-language site.)
But don’t let that deter you. The amount of material in the world is massive. I’m willing to be even in my small, strange corner of the erotic world I’ve barely scratched the surface of what there is to know. So get Googling! And then share your finds and your new interpretations with the world. What you find will amaze you.
And arouse you.