A touching tribute to Christina Amphlett, 1959-2013

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.

Did I really have some pre-planned post for Tax Day? No.

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.

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.

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.

We are in the Oakland studio of InSex, the legendary BDSM company, which I will learn in the next few days is part theatre troupe, part cult of personality, and part finishing school for perverts. Part 1 of 3.

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?