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Your Fetish Update

Sushi Art

This weekend I had reason to google  shrinking machines. After some clicking about, a note near the bottom of this wikipedia article caught my attention:

Size-changing has recently been seen as a sexual fetish with the advent of the internet. Macrophilia/Microphilia, and to some extent vorarephilia are rooted in size-changing fiction. Social networking sites such as Writing.com, DeviantArt, and YouTube have thousands of user-submitted stories, groups, blogs, video, and artwork related to microphilia.

Well, all right, not the most disturbing fetish I’ve ever encountered on the internet – weird, but then, all sex is weird.

My eye stuck on that one interior mention however, Vorarephilia? Wha?

Oh, Wikipedia:

Vorarephilia (often shortened to vore) is a sexual fetish and paraphilia where arousal occurs from the idea of being eaten or by the process of eating. The fantasy may involve the person being swallowed alive, and may or may not include digestion.

The word vorarephilia is derived from the Latin vorare (to ‘swallow’ or ‘devour’) and Ancient Greek φιλία (philia, ‘love’).

I find that middle sentence especially interesting – is there already splintering amongst the vorarephiliacs? A virulently pro-digestion sect? Maybe a holier-than-thou group who find the ‘swallowed alive’ people to be perverted degenerates?

Top Go Go Putt Putt

As I’ve mentioned previously, we’ve recently plugged the TV back into the feeding tubes. It’s definitely had me thinking about the entertainments I blow time on, and a post earlier today by Warren Ellis – regarding the BBC show Top Gear – reminded me of a thought I wanted to follow through.

First though, Ellis’ statement:

Does it not bother anyone that the most beautifully and ambitiously shot (and soundtracked) programme on BBC television is in fact TOP GEAR? – more

He later adds that he’s a fan of the show, and I should mention that I am as well, but I shouldn’t be. I’m not a big car guy – sure, cars are a neat technology that I appreciate for getting me places, but I couldn’t identify 95% of the cars I pass on the road, nor do I spend Friday nights watching Cannonball Run. Still, if I pass an episode of Top Gear while flipping through the guide, I can’t help but stop.


First a sample to demonstrate:


It’s a four wheeled box, but how can you not take on Jeremy Clarkson’s enthusiasm?

More importantly though: the huge industrial set (watch for the wrecked truck in the background), the kinetic camera movement and editing, the soundtrack, and of course the ridiculously expensive, high speed appliances – everything on the show feels crafted to the hilt – it’s design fetishism, top to bottom.