It is hopeful to think Friday was a good day for First Amendment rights, highlighting the hubris of an Obscenity Task Force that didn’t care enough to get its act together and underlining the unenforceability of “Community Standards” over the Internet

“No one has taken this prosecution seriously,” Joey Silvera said. “Because it is so wrong. But being in court and watching what is going on in this court, I am scared for him.”

The only thing obscene in the Stagliano indictment is the time and money the government is wasting harassing innocent people.

“I … think the essay actually makes clear to me many of the reasons that relationship had to end – even if I didn’t realize these reasons as I wrote it.” – Lorelei Lee

If Meg Whitman can find a way to make money from porn on the Internet, I think we should vote for her. And Steve Poizner can get the hookers.

If the Hollywood sign is to other-side-of-the-hill Los Angeles as the Eiffel Tower is to Paris, what is the symbol of Porn Valley? Would you donate money for the Lamplighter to be saved?

The Coen Brothers’ original is a beloved movie that is full of pornish tie-ins already: Now Tom Byron as The Dude will carry a storyline involving stolen porn VHS tapes “that really tied his collection together.”

“I got things you won’t believe/Name your pleasure I will sell/I can fix your wildest needs/I got heaven and I got hell.”

“With this you can stimulate the urethra, hook your thumb over to the G-Spot, get the A-Spot with this finger, and with the other hand stimulate the clitoris.”

One of the many testaments to the thoughtful direction and restraint of “Rawhide II” is that it wasn’t named “Boner-anza.”

Jamie Gillis, an actor whose eccentric and devious performances made porn seem like performance art, died February 19. He was 66.

Nina Hartley, meanwhile, gave a very-present Evan Stone his Best Actor trophy, and they groped each other for a good minute while I stood by, alone, waiting for my chance to do things to Kane that would make the Kama Sutra curl up and explode.

I will be presenting the Best Actress trophy at this year’s XBiz Awards, but I am unsure of how I should comport myself.

There are several reasons why “El Topo” can’t be a porn parody, chief among them that there are no roles for Kagney Linn Karter

Patrick’s book should not be confused with “Sinner Tells All.” Just because it is unflinching doesn’t mean it scorches the earth. The reader – even if he knows a lot of the story already – goes on the rollercoaster along with Tera, and is as surprised as she is when the twists come.

I encountered Mallory Rae Murphy, former virgin, and her boyfriend, the ubiquitous personage Porno Dan, on my way to the restrooms at the Venetian Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas (I had to vomit up some chips). According to Murphy, she gave up her precious maidenhead to fellow Texan Evan Stone in a movie shot [...]

“If you think you’re going to come,” Manning said, “Just fuck your way through it, as hard as you can, and then you won’t.”

You think anyone else is looking out for your best interest? Come over here, Baby: I’ll take care of you.

Hast du etwas Zeit fur mich? Dann singe ich ein Lied fur dich von 99 Luftballons, OK?

Long ago, life was clean/Sex was bad and obscene/Victoria was my queen