My first porn review in several months reveals that people are still fucking in that house.
Into thy mouth I commend something other than my spirit or: don’t make me use this right hand in paradise.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Adamz says, “I liked that there was a creepiness factor occasionally.”
Gram Ponante talks with Paul Thomas about “Jesus Christ Superstar” and how PT doesn’t like “Happy People Having Happy Sex.”
Spanky Yankees teach us that sometimes, the best safeword is “goodbye.”
In which we have the opportunity to use the term “Meat Lorry.”
I also enjoy Shannen Doherty’s line of spackle and earthquake readiness nubs.
I love pets. Especially Pets of the Month.
In the end, many of them cried.
“There’s a difference between a movie that is unwatchable because it is not even slightly sexually stimulating and one featuring characters that have no genitals.”
So now there exists in a once-shadowy business the opportunity to discuss something with the faith that the whole structure won’t be pulled down.
The Golden Globes and Oscars of Porn agree on six films.
That porn makes use of those things that occur in the wild is often confused with something that porn creates.
“It’s weird, it’s creepy, it’s tragic — it’s the thrill that’ll wreck your life.”
“Looks like the Spaniard met his match.”
It became known as The Cambria List, and it ended up functioning as Porn Valley’s Hayes Code.
Zak Sabbath succeeded Pynchon with a hard-on in “We Did Porn.”
Patrick’s book should not be confused with “Sinner Tells All.” Just because it is unflinching doesn’t mean it scorches the earth.
“Exposure” is one woman’s journey through a world that seemed to be a lot nicer to her than the one she came from
Dennis Hof’s “The Art of the Pimp: A Love Story — One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, And Money” launches Porn Memoir Week.
The Porno Industrial Complex cuts its losses to blow wad on CFCM niche.