What if “Bra Busters” had been the first porn movie I ever saw? I’m glad it wasn’t, because I had a lot of stuff to do.
Digital Playground puts out all these think-pieces, and sometimes I get confused about whether the work is metaphorical or if it really is just about fucking. You decide.
This movie offended my delicate sensibilities because there is no way to judge the best bodies in porn unless you fuck all of them several times over a 20-year-period and submit your findings to the National Institutes of Health. And who has time?
Hollie Stevens, who died a year ago this month, posthumously endorses the outsider “Clown Porn.”
Somewhere between Ingenue and Cougarhood, a decision is made to put all that shit In Your Face.
I suppose watching women masturbate on a DVD is less creepy than watching it in person.
Like you, I associate asylums with “Jacob’s Ladder,” Nurse Ratched, and T.S. Eliot’s wife, but in “Trisexual Asylum 4,” it looks like these people commit themselves willingly.
…each year I age, the creepier I feel watching transactions like these
“The Canyons” trailer (featuring James Deen) is confusing, considering all we know already about the making of the movie
Gram Ponante goes in search of a mannequin without a dildo
If I were ever invited to edit an updated edition of “Ourselves, Growing Older,” it would definitely include a chapter on How To Maintain A Body Worth Your Fake Boobs.
If Juliet is the Sun, don’t forget about the pube clouds, there, Shakespeare
In “Barely Legal 133,” the lush yet petite Tawny Tyler sullenly polishes a caulking gun amongst the paint cans. That’s right: She does.