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Der VerSpanken: Any marital aid that has a German name is all right by me, because I’m racist that way, and I know the Germans mean business.
“Some day,” I said, “I will have a couch like that, where I don’t have to scrunch up on it.”
“The Nightmare Galaxy is mine!” proclaimed Psylocke, powder emanating from her skin-tight rubber exosleleton.
As a lapsed Catholic, pondering how many women can fit on a frenulum is a more appealing diversion than thinking about angels on the head of a pin
Scottish director Gazzman has a full plate traversing Europe and bringing porn to that quaint continent whose only income heretofore has been its rental locations for “Indiana Jones” movies.
Lee Roy Myers directs James Deen as the character Quest in this ridiculous desert epic from the band Bend Sinister. Deen crosses the desert holding a boombox that continuously zaps him, and yet he doesn’t become sterile (He probably has his magic couch nearby). In the meantime he absorbs the majestic Dokkenesque bombast of Bend [...]
I talked with Deen in Las Vegas about the non-aggressive way he landed the Paul Schrader-directed Bret Easton Ellis adaptation “The Canyons” and about how he copes with his “crippling” shyness.
Wednesdays with PD: “There’s no point gagging her, because she can pull the gag out of her mouth.” [video]
Part 3 of 3 For a person who was reluctant to be interviewed, PD is doing a lot of talking. “Steve Jobs understood that shades of gray are important,” he is saying in a dressing room at InSex, Oakland’s BDSM porn studio. “As a user experience, the 8-bit world was restrictive. I see people knocking [...]
Do you mind being kissed and fondled by a lecher?
Porn Valley is turning to many of the same people who voted for Measure B—hoodwinked porn watchers—to raise money to overturn it on a special Tax Day Pornathon.
Watching “Trashy,” an unapologetically fantastic piece of porn featuring delightfully modified harlots having sex in uncomfortable places, I realized that the recent trend of comparatively wholesome porn—women in sunlit bedrooms peeling off their boyfriends’ t-shirts and kicking off their sneakers to fuck on a comforter—is still just a fetish.
You know that thing about the abyss and how you look into it and it looks into you? Check out the abyss on Kristina Rose as we take pictures of each other
Julie Simone, for all her cruelty on film, is one of the least angry people I know, and her new “Deconstructed Beauty” t-shirt line takes an often-whimsical look at celebrities from the world of the BDSM arts.
I really don’t know why All Media Play keeps me on their mailing list. I’ve asked to be removed. Still, someone must be buying these movies (I just haven’t met any of them) and I like the idea of there being some all-purpose anti-defamation league out there, because why should Jews get to keep it for themselves?