#exploitation of nuns

[misespinas]

I know it doesn't matter what women wear when they are sexualized by men, because men sexualize women who live as modestly as possible. The genre of nunsploitation is proof of this:

The Lady of Monza (1969), The Nun and the Devil (1973), School of the Holy Beast (1974), Flavia the Heretic (1974), Suor Emanuelle (1977)

And these are just older films. The genre of nuns in porn is still very present.

A woman can take a vow of celibacy for life and all these men will think about is a) having sex with/raping these women or b) other woman sexually exploiting/abusing these women

[weirdlookindog]

La vera storia della monaca di Monza (1980)

AKA The True Story of the Nun of Monza

[bitter69uk]

“Hoodlum girls on the loose … and no man can stop them!” Released 65 years ago (5 October 1959) today: Girls Town (1959), the acme of fifties drive-in juvenile delinquent b-movies. With many of these flicks, the actual movie can’t hope to live up to the lurid posters and tantalizing taglines. Girls Town genuinely delivers on the thrills. It boasts adolescent thugs running amok! Teen tramps! Hot rods and drag races! Girl-on-girl catfights! Frantic rock’n’roll music! The threat of sex trafficking in Tijuana! And nuns! Vocal group The Platters coo ethereal doo-wop in a nightclub sequence. And everyone speaks in ultra-camp hepcat beatnik lingo like “No dice!” “You dig me?” “It’s real gone, ma!” “Not wonderful – crazy! Cool! Fantabulous!” “I’m blasting out of here!” and “You’re in Queersville, man! You’ve flipped!” (Where is this “Queersville” and how do I get there?). In her definitive role, wanton platinum blonde leading lady Mamie Van Doren stars as 16-year-old hellcat Silver Morgan. (Even with her perky ponytail and tight Capri pants, 28-year-old Van Doren is perhaps the most overripe, fleshy and mature adolescent in cinematic history). Girls Town is precisely the kind of film that John Waters parodies in his 1990 rockabilly musical Cry-Baby (and the Traci Lords character is directly modeled on Van Doren). Best dialogue: when non-Catholic Silver inquires “what’s holy water?” and one of her fellow Girls Town inmates snaps, “It’s water with the hell boiled out of it!” Watch it here.

[blackabyss666]

Interior de un convento / Behind convent walls / Interno di un convento (1978)

Dir. Walerian Borowczyk

[beloved-of-john]

This makes me so angry....

[hotnunswithguns]

Poster for Sister Emanuelle (1977)

[schlock-luster-video]

On May 10, 1979, Killer Nun debuted in Italy.

[suzannahnatters]

all RIGHT:

Why You're Writing Medieval (and Medieval-Coded) Women Wrong: A RANT

(Or, For the Love of God, People, Stop Pretending Victorian Style Gender Roles Applied to All of History)

This is a problem I see alllll over the place - I'll be reading a medieval-coded book and the women will be told they aren't allowed to fight or learn or work, that they are only supposed to get married, keep house and have babies, &c &c.

If I point this out ppl will be like "yes but there was misogyny back then! women were treated terribly!" and OK. Stop right there.

By & large, what we as a culture think of as misogyny & patriarchy is the expression prevalent in Victorian times - not medieval. (And NO, this is not me blaming Victorians for their theme park version of "medieval history". This is me blaming 21st century people for being ignorant & refusing to do their homework).

Yes, there was misogyny in medieval times, but 1) in many ways it was actually markedly less severe than Victorian misogyny, tyvm - and 2) it was of a quite different type. (Disclaimer: I am speaking specifically of Frankish, Western European medieval women rather than those in other parts of the world. This applies to a lesser extent in Byzantium and I am still learning about women in the medieval Islamic world.)

So, here are the 2 vital things to remember about women when writing medieval or medieval-coded societies

FIRST. Where in Victorian times the primary axes of prejudice were gender and race - so that a male labourer had more rights than a female of the higher classes, and a middle class white man would be treated with more respect than an African or Indian dignitary - In medieval times, the primary axis of prejudice was, overwhelmingly, class. Thus, Frankish crusader knights arguably felt more solidarity with their Muslim opponents of knightly status, than they did their own peasants. Faith and age were also medieval axes of prejudice - children and young people were exploited ruthlessly, sent into war or marriage at 15 (boys) or 12 (girls). Gender was less important.

What this meant was that a medieval woman could expect - indeed demand - to be treated more or less the same way the men of her class were. Where no ancient legal obstacle existed, such as Salic law, a king's daughter could and did expect to rule, even after marriage.

Women of the knightly class could & did arm & fight - something that required a MASSIVE outlay of money, which was obviously at their discretion & disposal. See: Sichelgaita, Isabel de Conches, the unnamed women fighting in armour as knights during the Third Crusade, as recorded by Muslim chroniclers.

Tolkien's Eowyn is a great example of this medieval attitude to class trumping race: complaining that she's being told not to fight, she stresses her class: "I am of the house of Eorl & not a serving woman". She claims her rights, not as a woman, but as a member of the warrior class and the ruling family. Similarly in Renaissance Venice a doge protested the practice which saw 80% of noble women locked into convents for life: if these had been men they would have been "born to command & govern the world". Their class ought to have exempted them from discrimination on the basis of sex.

So, tip #1 for writing medieval women: remember that their class always outweighed their gender. They might be subordinate to the men within their own class, but not to those below.

SECOND. Whereas Victorians saw women's highest calling as marriage & children - the "angel in the house" ennobling & improving their men on a spiritual but rarely practical level - Medievals by contrast prized virginity/celibacy above marriage, seeing it as a way for women to transcend their sex. Often as nuns, saints, mystics; sometimes as warriors, queens, & ladies; always as businesswomen & merchants, women could & did forge their own paths in life

When Elizabeth I claimed to have "the heart & stomach of a king" & adopted the persona of the virgin queen, this was the norm she appealed to. Women could do things; they just had to prove they were Not Like Other Girls. By Elizabeth's time things were already changing: it was the Reformation that switched the ideal to marriage, & the Enlightenment that divorced femininity from reason, aggression & public life.

For more on this topic, read Katherine Hager's article "Endowed With Manly Courage: Medieval Perceptions of Women in Combat" on women who transcended gender to occupy a liminal space as warrior/virgin/saint.

So, tip #2: remember that for medieval women, wife and mother wasn't the ideal, virgin saint was the ideal. By proving yourself "not like other girls" you could gain significant autonomy & freedom.

Finally a bonus tip: if writing about medieval women, be sure to read writing on women's issues from the time so as to understand the terms in which these women spoke about & defended their ambitions. Start with Christine de Pisan.

I learned all this doing the reading for WATCHERS OF OUTREMER, my series of historical fantasy novels set in the medieval crusader states, which were dominated by strong medieval women! Book 5, THE HOUSE OF MOURNING (forthcoming 2023) will focus, to a greater extent than any other novel I've ever yet read or written, on the experience of women during the crusades - as warriors, captives, and political leaders. I can't wait to share it with you all!

[katakaluptastrophy]

Masterpost of TLT metas

This is mostly for my own reference, as tagging doesn't seem to guarantee something being findable on Tumblr...but if you like wildly overthinking lesbian necromancers in space, enjoy!

Overthinking the Fifth House:

What is a "Speaker to the Dead"?

Actually, Magnus Quinn isn't terrible at sword fighting

Imperial complicity: Abigail the First

Pyschopomp: Abigail Pent and Hecate

Did Teacher conspire with Cytherea to kill the Fifth?

What does the Fifth House actually do?

The Fourth and the Fifth can never just be family

Cytherea's political observations at the anniversary dinner

Abigail Pent's affect: ghosts and autism

Were the Fourth wards of the Fifth?

Abigail probably knew most of the scions as children

Magnus Quinn's very understandable anger

Fifth House necromancy is not neat and tidy

Are Abigail and Magnus an exception to the exploitative nature of cavaliership?

"Abigail Pent literally brought her husband and look where that got her" (the Fifth in TUG)

The Fifth's relationship dynamic

The Fifth's relationship is unconventional in a number of ways

The queer-coding of Abigail and Magnus' relationship

Abigail and Palamedes, and knowing in the River

Was Isaac the ward of the Fifth?

Did Magnus manage to draw his sword before Cytherea killed him? (and why he probably had to watch his wife die)

How did Abigail know she was murdered by a Lyctor?

Fifth House necromancy is straight out of the Odyssey

The politics of the anniversary dinner

Was Magnus born outside of the Dominicus system?

Overthinking John Gaius:

The one time John was happy was playing Jesus

Is Alecto's body made from John's?

Are there atheists in the Nine Houses?

Why isn't John's daughter a necromancer?

The horrors of love go both ways: why John could have asked Alecto 'what have you done to me?'

Why M- may have really hoped John was on drugs

What is it with guys called Jo(h)n and getting disintegrated? (John and Dr Manhattan)

John's conference call with his CIA handlers

Watching your friend turn into an eldritch horror

Why does G1deon look so weird? (Jod regrew him from an arm)

When is a friendship bracelet not a friendship bracelet?

Why did John have G1deon hunt Harrow? (with bonus update)

The 'indelible' sin of Lyctorhood and John's shoddy plagiarism of Catholicism

Are John Gaius and Abigail Pent so different?

What was Jod's plan at Canaan House?

John and Ianthe tread the Eightfold path

The Mithraeum is more than a joke about cows

When was John Gaius born? (And another)

John Gaius and the tragic Orestes

John and Jesus writing sins in the sand

John and Nona's echoing chapters

John's motivations

Overthinking the Nine Houses:

'No retainers, no attendants, no domestics'

Funerary customs and the violence of John's silence

Juno Zeta and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time

The horror of the River bubble

Every instance of 'is this how it happens' in HTN

Feudalism is still shitty even if you make it queer and sex positive

How do stele work?

Thought crime in the Nine Houses

The Houses have a population the size of Canada

What must it be like to fight the Houses?

You know what can't have been fun? Merv wing's megatruck on Varun day...

Augustine's very Catholic hobby (decorating skeletons)

Necromancers are not thin in a conventionally attractive way

Matching the Houses with the planets of the solar system

Why don't the Nine Houses have (consistent) vaccination or varifocals?

How would the Houses react to the deaths at Canaan House?

How does Wake understand her own name (languages over 10,000 years)

What pre-resurrection texts are known in the Houses?

Camilla and Palamedes very Platonic relationship

The horrors the Cohort found at Canaan House

Do the Houses understand the tech keeping them alive?

Overthinking House religion:

What do the Houses believe about death?

Was M's nun a Franciscan?

Cavaliership and arbitrary socio-religious structures

Ritual scarification

Sacraments and sacramentals

What did Silas think god wanted at Canaan House?

In defense of Silas

There's no such thing as a 'good' necro/cav relationship

Veiling and shaving in Ninth House cult practice

Tongue-in-cheek thoughts on Eighth and Sixth religion

A very long deep-dive on House belief and practice

Overthinking Harrowhark Nonagesimus:

'The meat of your meat...belonged to god' and 'that is how meat loves meat'

The horror of parental touch: Harrow, John Gaius, and Abigail Pent

Why is Harrow so obsessed with Abigail's hands?

Frontline Titties of the Fifth and transgressive necro/cav relationships

Harrow, Wake, and permeability of the soul in HTN

Bible studies for weird queer necromancers:

Epiphany: revealing god's child to the wider world

The Holy Innocents and the creche massacre

The Virgin Mary and Commander Wake

John Gaius and John the Baptist

Instantiating the Trinity and the Second Resurrection

What's the significance of Paul?

St Paul's theology of gender and sexuality and the House theology of cavaliership

Maundy Thursday: consuming another for eternal life

Harrow and the Harrowing of Hell

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

@oracleoutlook the thought process went something like this:

hmm another Catholic complaining about individualism > I sure see a lot of Catholics rail against individualism as though it is a self-evident evil > I suppose I usually see it attached to sexual ethics > I suppose the deeper principle is that individualism’s evil lies in its allowance for the individual to decide what is good and evil > and I suppose that this runs against the Church’s claim to being the final arbiter of that question > I guess following that logic Catholics must see in individualism the root of the fall not only of Adam and Eve given the logic of the temptation of Eve but even the Angels > the desire to discern good and evil being seen in essence as the desire to usurp the throne of God > whose authority they see as unambiguously embodied by the earthly Church > so I suppose it makes sense for them to see it as an existential threat > it must go back at least to the Reformation if not before

Catholics when someone suggests people are "individuals"

[weirdlookindog]

Cristiana monaca indemoniata (1972)

AKA Cristiana Devil Nun; Our Lady of Lust; Loves of a Nymphomaniac; Loves of a Nympho

[bitter69uk]

File Under Sacred Viewing! Released 45 years ago today (10 May 1979): Italian “nunsploitation” shocker Killer Nun. What an odd, stylish movie! It’s gruesome and gory as hell, but told with weird, imaginative dream-like flourishes and moments of black comedy (a reminder that the border between European horror b-movies and art cinema is porous). Statuesque Swedish sex goddess Anita Ekberg (1931 - 2015) stars as the titular homicidal, morphine-addicted nun Sister Gertrude. Ekberg’s trajectory closely parallels her contemporary Diana Dors': she was one of the definitive pin-ups and glamour icons of the fifties and then triumphed in Italy in films by Federico Fellini. But once Ekberg hit middle age and started gaining weight, things went swiftly downhill until she found herself working in bargain basement Eurotrash b-movies. (I highly recommend 1969 vampire film Fangs of the Living Dead!). Anyway, Killer Nun supposedly represents the nadir of Ekberg’s career, but at 48 she still looks stunning (like a puffy, ravaged tigress) and delivers a majestic, impassioned performance. Homoerotic beefcake icon and Warhol superstar Joe Dallesandro co-stars as a doctor. (The posters for Killer Nun should have exclaimed: Ekberg and Dallesandro – Together at Last!). Dallesandro is a wildly charismatic actor, but he arguably fails to convince as someone who completed medical school, his voice is dubbed by another actor, he looks wan and unhealthy (I think he was deep into his drug habit at the time) and – worst of all – he keeps his clothes on throughout! Great Italian actress Alida Valli – who was also in the original Suspiria – plays the Mother Superior. Watch Killer Nun and be filled with religious awe! It’s streaming on Amazon Prime and is also being reissued on Blu-ray by Shameless Films.

[blackabyss666]

La verdadera historia de la monja de Monza / La vera storia della monaca di Monza (1980)

Dir. Bruno Mattei

[jhonny]

things i REALLY want to see adapted in opla (eventually)

sanji seeing a bug on jaya and screaming very high pitched

extremely homoerotic nami vs kalifa fight

the gag from whiskey peak where a nun pulls a gun on zoro

sanji getting kicked in the dick at enies lobby

ace, smoker and luffy's meeting in the restaurant, beat for beat, exactly the same

10 extended minutes of ace and sanji gay eye contact

bon clay using his devil fruit ability to force the actors for the strawhats to play their characters OOC

the straw hats doing a cheerleader pyramid for thriller bark's docking scene

nami, luffy and sanji getting their asses kicked by jamie lee curtis

impel down buggy with long hair and a ponytail

franky having multiple fully-coordinated flash mob sequences

sogeking having multiple full theme song sequences

background gag of zoro lifting increasingly improbably-sized weights

enel having absolutely zero facial acting until the Enel Face Moment at which point we learn he is capable of contorting his face in a VERY hilarious manner

makkenyu doing zoro's Cool Pose on little garden and his call of bravery on skypeia

sanji's appalling skypeia outfit

tiny luffy from gear 3 cooldown

thriller bark but it's filmed and directed like a low budget 70s exploitation film (with camera grain to match)

Gothic Single Father Mihawk

iñaki carrying law's Significantly Taller actor around dressrosa like a sack of potatoes

zou but every mink extra is played by fans in fursuits

omega flowey levels of terrifying mixed media for gear 5 that comes out of your tv and kills you in real life

feel free to add your own✌️

[themultifanshipper]

Pierre had once told you that he had a weird sexual thing about nuns growing up.

And that information had made a nest in your brain, until you came across the perfect opportunity to exploit it.

Part of my Halloween event!

Warnings: smut, rough sex, anal, use of a gag, inappropriate use of a religious figure as a slutty costume

Also yes I made absolutely no effort with the photoshopped pikachu onesie

He never really knew what it was, but as a teen he'd had more than one dirty fantasy about the nuns that used to roam about in his private catholic school, and when he went to church with his parents he could never focus on the prayers, always staring at the long black robes, wondering if he'd ever be able to get a peek under one of those habits.

He was a grown man now, and he had told you that one day while drunk after a race.

He was your best friend, and he was hot, and you’d been trying to get him to fuck you forever.

There was an underlying tension between you two with every interaction.

His hands lingered when you hugged, and he was very possessive whenever other men were around you, but he never made the extra step to cross the line of your friendship.

But with halloween coming up in a few days, and a party that was promising to be wild, if Charles Leclerc had anything to say about it, you finally had an opportunity to make him crack.

And crack he fucking did.

Pierre had always tried to be respectful, never crossing the boundaries of you friendship if he could help it. But you were the hottest person he'd ever seen, and it always took every ounce of self control he had to not pounce on you.

So tonight when he saw you walk in, late, wearing a slutty version of a nun's robe, all the blood in his body rushed to his dick and stayed there.

It wasn't a short copy like most of the ones you see in costume stores, it was long enough to cover you completely, but it was tight.

It hugged your curves so perfectly, even a weak man would fall to his knees begging in prayer.

You grinned and poked him in the ribs as soon as you found him at the drinks table.

“You like my outfit?” you couldn't help but bite your lip to stop yourself grinning too much.

Unfortunately that just made Pierre's eyes dart to your lips and he gulped.

“You did this on purpose didn't you?”

“Yup” You popped the ‘p’ and looked him up and down.

He was wearing a pikachu onesie.

“And you made absolutely no effort whatsoever”

He took a sip of his drink and shrugged, still eyeing you up and down.

He would give anything to rip that thing off you right there and then.

“I'm not a very imaginative person” he mumbled.

You smirked. He’d just given you another opportunity to torture him.

“Really? Well… if you can imagine what colour lingerie I have on under my costume, I might let you take it off later.” You winked and sauntered off with your drink, making sure you swayed your hips enticingly as he watched you walk away, gobsmacked at your boldness.

And he was harder than ever.

He indeed was not an imaginative person, but his brain was working overtime trying to picture you in sets of every colour, wondering which one you had gone for.

During the evening he kept creeping up behind you and whispering random colours into your ear.

Every single time you giggled, shaking your head and walked away from him, leaving him whining and increasingly desperate.

Once everyone was pretty drunk, and Pierre was sitting on the sofa, on his own, nursing a drink and wondering how he hadn't got the right colour yet after guessing at least 20 different ones.

He'd gone through the rainbow, the pastels, even all the official team colours to be safe. Alpine blue? Williams blue? Papaya? Rosso Corsa? Nothing. Nada.

You spotted him alone and made your way over, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What's the matter, Pierre? You're not giving up are you?”

He groaned and put his hands on your hips.

“I don't know, I've done every colour I know. I don't care if I don't get to see it, I just need to know. Please”

He was begging so beautifully, how could you possibly tease him any longer?

You put a hand over one of his and slid it down your back slowly, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“It was a trick question, Pierre”  his breath hitched when his hand slid over your ass and felt… nothing.

You took his other hand and slid it upward to cup your breast and he also didn't feel anything under the thin material of the dress.

“I'm not wearing anything underneath”

Your breath hit his cheek and his brain went completely blank.

He'd seen every sort of lingerie under the sun, most of his exes being models. But your naked body? That was too much for his poor brain to handle as he stayed frozen, even when you stood up and held his face gently.

“Oh well… better luck next time”

You tapped his cheek, face feigning sympathy, and pulled away, walking over to Charles who was pouring someone a drink.

Before you were able to take more than two steps however, you felt hands circle your waist and steer you in a different direction.

He lead you straight to the bathroom, shoved you against the sink and locked the door behind him.

“Quite ironic” he said, crowding you against the sink, both of you facing the mirror as one of his hands came up to wrap in your hair and pull your head back roughly “a whore dressing like a nun…”

He roughly pulled your dress up over your ass and gave it a harsh spank, making you squirm in his grasp.

“You've been a bad girl. Now beg for forgiveness”

He spanked you again, and you whined loudly as your legs buckled, so he had to bend you over the sink so you wouldn't fall.

You moaned when he spanked you again, much harder.

When the teasing got too much you cracked.

“Looks like the harder I go, the wetter you get” he chuckled, fingers playing with your folds, occasionally dipping one inside you or sliding over your clit.

But he didn't seem to be working towards any sort of goal, he was just... playing with you.

“I'm sorry! Please, Pierre I need you” you whimpered but he wasn't satisfied.

He spanked you again, and this time the pain didn't quite subside.

“Pierre, I'm sorry! I wont do it again just please fuck me, please, please…”

He dipped his fingers inside you leisurely, taking his time wetting them.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you begged him for something, anything, and he watched you in the mirror, intense eyes focused on the way your eyebrows scrunched together with the pain and pleasure

The sound of him unzipping his onesie met your ears and you sighed a breath of relief at finally getting what you wanted.

“Thank you! Thank yo-mmf!” he’d grabbed a hand towel from the side and stuffed it in your mouth.

You groaned in protest but he shut you up by pushing a wet finger into your other hole.

“Trust me, you're going to need the towel. You don't want everyone outside hearing how much of a slut you are, do you?”

You moaned and he slid another finger in and started thrusting them in and out gently.

Once he was satisfied that you wouldn't get hurt, he rubbed his cock through your folds to get himself wet enough, then popped his tip inside you.

His tip was already a stretch, and you'd guessed at how big he must be by the bulge in his underwear.

You whimpered, looking up at him with wet eyes and he slid into you to the hilt.

Your hips bucked forwards, trying to escape the intense stretch, but there was nowhere to go as he just pressed you harder against the counter.

He groaned as you pulsed around him, trying to hold himself back.

That didn't last long though, in no time he was thrusting into you, harder and harder as you wailed into the gag.

Indeed, without it everyone in Charles' apartment would have been able to hear you”

You felt so full, yet so empty as your cunt fluttered around nothing, dripping down your thighs.

Pierre grunted every time he slammed into you, muttering about how good you were, your ass taking his cock so perfectly.

“You though I was going to fuck this pretty little pussy, hmm?”

His thumb hovered over your clit, barely grazing it, but it was enough to make you insane with need.

You nodded desperately, hoping he would be merciful, but he just kept up his relentless pace.

“I told you, you've been a bad girl, and bad girls don't deserve to have their pussy filled”

You weren't really complaining, the slide of his cock against your inner walls was plenty stimulating, and you could feel the beginnings of an orgasm simmering somewhere in you loins.

“I will give you a small mercy though” he growled into your ear as he leaned over you. “I will let you come, just because I really need to know what you look like when you come on my cock.”

His thumb pressed harder on your clit, sliding around with how much wetness was leaking out of you, and your whole body trembled with the need for release.

“Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and come when I ask you to?” the look on his face was pure evil as you did your best to look at him in the mirror while nodding.

The pleasure was mounting inside you and you felt like you were going to explode any second.

“Go ahead then, be a good slut and come for me”

Your eyes rolled back and you screamed into the gag as the pleasure overwhelmed your body.

His fingers were working overtime rubbing over your clit as you spasmed around him and wetness dripped down your legs and onto his thighs.

Once you'd both recovered enough to move, he gently pulled the towel out of your mouth and used the dry part to clean you up, taking special care not to overstimulate you.

His hands landed on either side of your head as his hips bucked and he filled you up, the sight of your body going limp underneath him short-circuiting his brain.

He slowed to a stop and stayed there for a minute as you breathed together.

Once he was done, you pulled your dress back down and he put his ridiculous onesie back on.

He was avoiding your gaze, obviously scared of having ruined your friendship or something so you decided to diffuse the tension.

“Well…” you started, the silence overwhelming you as he shuffled around awkwardly.

“I guess the nun costume was a great success, huh”

[schlock-luster-video]

On January 30, 1980 Killer Nun debuted to a limited release in France.