I imagine the women of Australia’s Abby Winters studio blithely masturbating themselves into a Girls Only/sex positive stupor as outside dingos eat their babies and Jane Campion lurks with a camera, trying to capture them peeing.
But I had trouble with the boxcover copy for their latest movie, Real Girls, Real Orgasms:
Twelve Australian amateur babes masturbating to an intense climax. There’s no one else in the room but you. The girls moan in ecstasy, caressing and squeezing their writing bodies. Wet fingers, ached backs and glistening thighs show you exactly how real Australian amateurs get off.
What did it mean, “caressing and squeezing their writing bodies”? And why should I care about their backaches? It’s not like those nice Maori didn’t offer to carry their piano from the beach, even if that beach was in New Zealand, not Australia.
Scanning the disc, I saw no one writing at all. If anything, they just talked about koalas.
Again with the goddamn koalas.
And Gulpilil. David Gulpilil’s spirit pervades this movie.
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Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Cultural learnings of the Abby Winters girls
See also: Abby Winters
What, no Gallipoli or Crocodile Dundee jokes? Crikey, Gram.
JR
I thought the lease on Crocodile Dundee jokes had run out, but you are right: I should have mentioned Gallipoli. I’ll do that next time. Thanks!
Those brave men died on foreign shores so young vaguely-hippieish Australian women with pendulous breasts and hairy pubis could pose in streams and dorm rooms for our mastubatory pleasure. God rest their souls.
JR
Those girls are doing wonders for our reputation
Love your work Gram
If you like the Abby Winters girls, you will love the wicker lamp stylings of Aussie artist Darcy Clarke (http://www.darcyclarke.com)