“Live life to the fullest, without fear or regret.”
Gram Ponante attends the second CatalystCon West
Unless the toy is for a part of your person you just can’t get at, like the prostate, or in the case that one has tiny Tyrannosaurus hands, most male-oriented sex toys just add complexity. What type of person wants to add complexity?
Like you, I want to get closer and closer still to the large women I admire, as if I am an ant crawling on a peach or a lonely planetoid orbiting the Sun. But it seems that the Las Vegas convention known as the BBWFanFest (July 13-15, starring April Flores and Kelly Shibari) is drawing imitators seeking to put a Lap Band on its potential. I say fie on those foul copyfats.
Are you saying I need to come to my own conclusions but that—perhaps—people shouldn’t be so goddamned outraged over everything? That one way of taking power away from detractors is to use their own tools against ourselves and, emerging unscathed, win?
I kept expecting Gordon Lightfoot to show up and accept an award for “The Anal Wreckage of Edmund Fitzgerald by Jiz Lee Wearing a Strap-on.”
Irrespective of what is or isn’t Alt, still photography is able to capture things film often can’t, especially with porn’s limited budgets.
As I am Bogue Chitto Despicable, I found it intriguing to speak with the Minnesota Nice Zoe Voss
I can watch people being filmed having sex for hours on end (and often do) in a room filled with people, but watching the finished product with more than one special person is an occasion of creeping creepiness.
The women of “Curvaceous 2″ are more like Vargas beauties painted on the noses of WWII planes.
Roseanne: The XXX Parody
Studio: Dream Zone Enertainment
Director: Jim Enrght
Starring: Kelly Shibari, Tim von Swine, Violet Monroe, Jules Sterling, Vin Vercose, Kayla Paige, Kris Slater, Dylan Ryder, Johnny Castle, Jack Lawrence
This review originally appeared on Fleshbot
The Connor family gathers for Thanksgiving and, Cinemax-style, employs a generic soundtrack and uses phone calls and flashbacks to set up sex scenes that could have taken place in any movie, but for the lovely Violet Monroe’s plaid shirt.
For some reason the gang is gathered in a room outfitted like a mead hall, underlining a production that didn’t try too hard. When Jack Lawrence steps in for a scene (set up via phone) in a jail, we sense that he was hired simply because he already owned a cop uniform.
It is sad that Alix Lakehurst has decided to postpone her move to California. But to have both Lakehurst and April Flores in the same area code might interfere with certain zoning laws, and the City of Angels would be leveled by Total Boob DevastationTM