In which I use the term “bulbourethral.”
“…so many people (who don’t write porn) talk about how easy it is to write a porn script…”
Any poor shmoe can tell you that there is nothing more lonely than being loved “like a friend.” Follow hapless Anthony Rosano as he tries to break free of “The Friend Zone” in this excellent couples’ film from New Sensations.
So much better than “Filthy Fellating Fetuses.”
“I agree that there is a lot of pusssy, but surely that can’t be all that’s down here. Hold on—I’ll check.”
“They’re stunning and sensational, sexy and insatiable/You’ll watch them all the time,” goes the theme song for “The Flintstones: A XXX Parody.” But will I watch them all the time?
Every day I spend as America’s Beloved Porn Journalist is not all about irrumatio, nailed deadlines, and speedballs. There are some days that I must go home emptyhanded.
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.”
In a very real way, all porn is good. But the following titles were better.
Supertramp. Jan Smithers. Loni Anderson before Burt Reynolds. Could there be a richer lode from which to mine porn gold than “WKRP in Cincinnati”?