I don't know exactly how I came upon the wondrous and boob-ponderous Claudia Marie. Wasn't too long ago. Maybe 2 or 3 years ago. I wish I'd discover her sooner.
This self-proclaimed "Big tit whore" will always be a hit with me. Maybe — and excuse the momentary flare up of classism — it's the the right touch of white trash. Maybe it's beaming Southern Charm. That extra large smile. That bigger than life personality that draws you in like a vortex.
Or, maybe it's her bigger than life breasts.
I don't know what it is, but even when I'm not looking to stroke, something drags me back to Claudia-Marie.
I will keep letting that something drag me back. Claudia-Marie has never disappointed.
In what seemed like an eternity ago, I found myself, in my porn viewing habits, purposely seeking out older, busted, and often chubby women.
That disposition led me to a site I still frequent today: Exploited Moms.
To be clear the women aren't what I've been calling "Ugly Girl Porn." UGP are girls I truly find attractive but who'd fail to pass in the hyper critical eye of society at large. The women who were on EM back in 2004 were for the most part were of the dried up crackhead type1. (though you wouldn't be able to tell from a perusal of their non-member page -- or, from what I hear, their actual site, -- they have since acquired stellar scenes from the likes of Carrie Ann, and Bobby Lennox2.)
And that's where Mercy stood apart. I mean, she was as busted as the rest of EM's early stable. But you could tell she had something special inside. I can't watch her other stuff, and I don't have much interest in the stuff on her own porn site. But I do love her. My entire love of Mercy comes from her EM scene.
Is it because the super-human Wesley Pipes' puts in the most skillful, downright filthiest performance of his career? Is it because of Mercy's inner specialness, which, if you did a little digging, would discover makes her the kind of girl who's an archeologist, mainstream actress, comedian, and renaissance fair aficionado? I don't know. You tell me.
I stand corrected. There's also this spectacular scene with Byron Long
Here's an interview from 2007
Yeah, an all around singular, amazing person. I could see myself spending a lot of time with her.
1. I'm not proud of myself.
2. From personal account, as well as from the word of others, The Exploited Moms site is the height of disorganization and the last place you would look for quality porn from Exploited Moms. You couldn't tell from even a deep study of the tour pages that there are EM scenes with the likes of Shay Fox, Caroline Pierce, and Rayveness. You buy a subscription only to find that some of the scenes that enticed you aren't even on the member site. If you want a complete EM collection, your best bet is downloading from messageboards.
Since I crawled out of adolescence and matured into the man I am today, I've been remarkably ambivalent about porn. Remarkable because I can read Catherine Mackinnon and jerk off to bukkake in the same day. I'm particularly sensitive to the objectification of women. I treat my lovers and female friends as equals, as more than the objects of one's fantasies, as whole people. Yet a quick glance at my porn library will reveal hundreds of cummed on faces, gangbangs that look uncomfortably close to rape, women getting poked with an odd assortment of objects, women getting called horrific names while being spit on, women getting passed around, thrown like rag dolls, tossed aside like yesterday's trash. How am I OK with that?
Maybe I'm not. Or, maybe I am.
It's perhaps not immediately apparent, but this blog is an attempt to expose, if not work out, that ambivalence.
I like to think of myself as a person with a strong constitution and the ability to make his actions line up with his beliefs. I was the once Heavyweight champion of smoking, going at it with vigor and poise until I was convinced it would one day killed me. I've been cigarette-free for almost 5 years. I was once an inveterate, indiscriminate, and unapologetic carnivore. These days I only eat meat 6 months out of the year and locally produced at that.
2012 will soon be upon us. On the 1st of January, I will embark on a new project. I will be locking up my usual fare and doing something new. For the entire month of January I will be watching, stroking to, and critiquing my experiences with feminist porn, sex-positive porn, couples porn, artsy porn and any kind of sex flick a guy like me should be watching that doesn't conflict with my real world sensibilities.
Here's how you, dear reader, can help. If you know a site, movie, or starlet that falls into those categories, don't be afraid to suggest it.
The year was 2003. I was on indulging in my newly discovered BBW interest. I was surfing the nets on my newly acquired broadband tubes.
BBW was only one of the fixations I was exploring. A quick look at my Yahoo Groups will reveal a love of anime goth girls, ganguro chicks, tied up women, and well, hood rats (I'm really not proud of that).
She was just another girl with a Yahoo Group account. Like many of the other BBW models on Yahoo she posed nude but did no hardcore. As much as I wanted to see the likes of Dawn Perignon do things to a penis, I literally prayed on at least two occasions to see Maria Moore fucked on camera.
I stumbled across my wish quite quickly. She did a scene with the folks over at Bang Bros.
Aside #1: The shoot was for Mom's Anal Adventure but I'm almost positive the scene featured no anal. I could check to be sure but I want to finish writing this post. With Maria, a small diversion could be a few hours of watching porn.
Aside #2: This, I believe, was the moment it hit me that reality porn was not at all real.
At the time, it was a one time thing. She wouldn't return to sex scenes for some years. When she did, I was there waiting.
She beats even Samantha 38G as the BBWs I've loved the longest. I know in my heart, if she continues in this business for another 20 years, I will continue to watch her.
She's been through a lot recently (birth of her first child, cancer). And she's easing her way back into porn.
I'm writing because I've been thinking about our history today, and I feel the need to thank Ms. Moore for the hours of pleasure she's given me over the years. I should not and will not take that granted.
Maria Moore, I love who you are. I love what you do, and I thank you from almost literally from the bottom of my heart.
Initially intended to be published on Amazon's Customer Reviews. Balked by the "Must Make A Purchase First" Rule
Two scenarios:
1. Porn is plentiful and easy to find.
2. Sex education, an honest conversation about sexuality for that matter, is woefully lacking in our culture.
When the two scenarios co-exist as they do, we get a generation of young people whose first, and often lasting impressions of what sex is and what a sexual encounter has to be like comes from hardcore pornography. This isn’t a slippery slope argument. This isn’t a worst case scenario Dworkin nightmare world. This is what we’re living with right now.
Cindy Gallop isn’t anti-porn (in fact, in many ways, she’s pro-porn). This isn’t like other books of the type, which attempt to demonize porn. Make Love Not Porn attempts to place what we see on our computers screens in its proper context. Gallop shows that a sex life informed only by porn is limiting at best and ultimately unfulfilling.
How does she achieve this?
She places Porn Tropes, or Myths (eg. Where Men Leave Their Leavings, The Everpresence of Saliva, The Baldness Down South, Name Calling During Sex, etc) alongside their real world counterparts and expose them for what they are: myths we don’t have to live up to.
She takes the stories of those of us affected by the way things are, features them to show that we aren’t alone in our confusion when real world sex is nothing like it is in the movies.
Here’s where I fully disclose that I’m featured in this book. I wouldn’t be if I didn’t believe in its premise and mission.
Here’s where I say this book is important and you should read it.
I spent a few moments today transferring the porn I've accumulated over the past couple months to an external hard drive. Here's a few screen shots of the IR I had. Notice a pattern?
I have asked this question on more than one occasion: Why do black dudes keep their shoes in porn? It is so puzzling, yet still no answer. I'll keep asking. Someone has to have an answer.
We know how I watch porn. It's the same way most of you do. Press Play. Blowjob. Skip. Position One. Skip. Position Two. Skip. Doggie. Skip. Cumshot. Nap.
I don't know about you but it takes me five minutes to watch a thirty minute scene.
I partook in something herbal this week, as is my wont, and partook in something pornographic. It is strange. I've been doing both for over half my life. But it has only been in the past year and a half or so that I've been doing both together. Strange, indeed!
And like that, I become terribly interested in two things. 1. Extending the stroke session for the duration of the scene, and 2. The content, both narrative and subtextual, of whatever I'm watching.
The flick, which is always picked at random, always transforms into something intensely (if unintentionally) profound.
I kind of started watching without knowing it was a parody. I've really pulled back on my TV watching, and all around pop culture acculturation recently, so I had never heard of Sister Wives. The point being . . .
. . . I was exposed to the porn parody before being exposed to the original thing. Think about that.
As much as I petition for specific acts of political porn parody, I don't actually watch much of it. I don't know if Sister Wives XXX is representative of the genre, but it's actually pretty good.
In her first sex scene, Samantha 38G wore the same shoes she did in a recent scene on her site with Angelina Castro. You see more of them here, still I'm disappointed she took off before the scene was through. The fact that I feel the need to mention them reminds me that I have to write a long overdue post on my shoe fetish (more like an intense shoe like. Actual shoe fetishists are weird).
I'm surprised at the variety of women here. How often do you see a BBW like Samantha 38G and waifs like India Summer in the same movie?
I had watched the entire movie before realizing that hot brunette I'd stroked to one and a half thimes was India Summer.
Aliysa Moore's baby and India Summer's children are played by a doll and huge cardboard cutouts respectively. It makes sense that actual freaking children can't be cast in even non-sex scenes of a porn flick (Oh dear Lord, imagine the backlash!), but it's still a bizarre sight for a dude with a headful of smoke.
Either I was retarded high or Evan Stone is actually a solid comedic actor, employing subtle nuances of voice and movement as well as quick, coy glances to the fourth wall to satirize his character without actually breaking character. Yeah, must've been retarded high.
You got to hand it to someone who can make a sex movie about how ridiculous polygamy is.
Although there seemed to be a lot of understated art direction, it looks like parodying a reality show has to be the most cost effective way to go. Following around Evan Stone and a few women in Mom Jeans can't possibly be that much more expensive than your bare bones gonzo flick. It's certainly no Pirates II: Stagnetti's Revenge.
Yes, I watched and stroked straight through. There were smoke breaks (rest periods, initiated for obvious reasons), but overall a exhilerating 2+ hour experience.
Last night I blogged about Milf porn actress Taylor Wane's appearance on network television. I then did the inevitable and watched a scene of hers from Mom's Cuckold 5 (lucky for me my copy has all the grossness edited out).
My Significant Other of the Moment, coincidentally also named Johanna, came in after it was over and saw it on queue. Her curiosity got to her and she watched a bit herself. She was quick to label Ms. Wane as Ugly Girl Porn.
"Oruba, that can't be what you're into. She's Frankenstein's monster. Look at her. That stretched back skin. Those wretchedly deformed fake tits. OMG. And the trout lips. the worst I've ever seen. It looks like they're running away from her face. You couldn't wait 2 hours for me to get home?"
And before I could defend myself, she hit me with a whammy:
"You put that together and you got yourself a tranny. C'mon, it looks like you masturbated to Amanda Lepore."
I find Taylor Wane beautiful but deep down, I'm afraid Johanna might be a bit right on that last count.
Compare
Personally, I think Johanna is just jealous.
NOTE: I feel a more useful analysis is not to compare the two with each other but to trace the common image they both want to portray, the porn star and the transexual, to the ur-source of plastic womanhood, the Barbie. But all that is for another day.
Basic cable reality shows ain't the only place where porn stars are popping up. Check out Taylor Wane on Wipeout. I bet most everyone who saw this don't know who she is:
A quick google of the name she gave, Joanna Dutremble, will reveal an adult performer who also goes by the name, Taylor Wane.
My own personal recollection of my formative years watching porn reveals only a passing interest in the woman. She, being just another in the sea of blondes, I, already focusing my attention to brunettes like Jeanna Fine. I might have watched a movie or two of Ms. Wane. I'm not really sure.
She has returned, or maybe she never left. I dunno. I do know that I've been watching her recent scenes and have been especially drawn to her. She has aged nicely into a quality Milf. Her dick sucking technique is above par. It is a pleasure to watch her work.
I admit -- I should to be used to this by now but it's a bit surreal to see her on network TV.
And this show? I would like to believe the argument that porn is verboten because it degrades people, but then I ask what is the excuse for allowing shows like this? I tell you, if I ever saw my (hypothetical)daughter on Wipeout, I would (hypothetically)disown her.
You, no doubt, know at least one of the pictured persons above. If you watch as much porn as I think you do, chances are you know the other fellow too.
One is the Leader of the Free World.
The other is a popular porn star.
They share more than you think.
A look at Justin Long's biography will show details that crop up in Obama's life story.
Both are interracial, with black fathers they never knew. Both were raised by their white mothers. Both were raised into backgrounds that could be described as more white than black.
But both are labeled by the rest as us as black.
Barack Obama isn't considered the first Interracial President.
Justin Long is ALWAYS the Black element in the standard Interracial Porn Formula.
Why is that?
The answer, if there is one, lies in America's complicated views on race and identity. It's an all or nothing mentality when it comes to skin color in this country.
What is the point, Oruba? The point is, this is what I think about to distract me when I watch Interracial Porn and the white girl onscreen demands to be fucked with that "nigger cock."
You've been watching the news. You, no doubt, know that the race for the presidency is already underway. I don't know about you, but I look out into the current Republican field and see Porn Parody Possibility. True, Sarah Palin, your muse, has gone out of her way to not run for president. But I'm writing to tell you not to sleep on Michele Bachmann. In fact, you should bank on the number of voters who want to sleep with her. I guarantee you, right now, someone is googling:
Michele Bachmann Sex
Michele Bachmann Naked
Michele Bachmann Porn
Michele Bachmann Porn Parody
Michele Bachmann Bat Shit Crazy Sex
And right now, those folks are coming up with disappointing results.
Supply that demand. Fill that void, so to speak. Because we both know that it's only a matter of time before Romney gets the nomination, the Tea Party loses the loonies, and Bachmann becomes irrelevant again. Make a buck before that happens. Fulfilled the desires of the patriotic while you're at it.
Who will play the Senator from Minnesota, you ask?
Lucky for you, I've already done the leg work.
I present you Lezley Zen. She has the right look. She's
the right age of MILF. Like Lisa Ann, she's an explosive performer who has the ability to literally bring us to our knees. And she looks more like Bachmann
than Lisa does to Palin.
Let's make this happen. There is an audience waiting to watch, ballot in an hand, pants around ankles. Like Who's Naylin Paylin, You could make history again. Let's make this happen.
Annie Sprinkle As Eastern Goddess of Late-Stage Capitalism (My Educated Guess)
Have you had the opportunity to check out Porn Saints? No? Do yourself a favor. Scroll down a bit. On the right, you'll see the link under Faves and Raves.
I see some of you need more convincing.
"What the hell is Porn Saints, Oruba? And why should I drop what I'm doing to check it out?"
Well, here's their own mission statement:
Porn Saints is the art side of porn and the porn side of art. It is an artistic approach to porn, a pornographic approach to art, a pornoartistic approach to religion. Artworks are based upon the idea that porn stars may be "sanctified" by their performances.
Still not enough?
Well here are some pictures:
Kerry Louise
Dana DeArmond
Kimberly Kane
Chenin Blanc
April Flores AKA Fatty D
A compelling case, no? I can tell you're thoroughly convinced, friends. Go forth.
When I think of porn and art these days, I find myself thinking of Billy Watson. Mostly, because the man does things like this:
You might say, "What's the point?" or "OK, so he's copying Warhol, but with porn stars. Whatever." or "Why would I spend 3 minutes not watching Ginger Lynn fuck? Why should I spend 3 minutes not watching her do anything?" or "Violet Monroe creeps me out with the staring."
I remember watching Dali's screen test years ago. Dali, more than any other artist besides — well, Warhol — was known as much for his persona as his art. As time ticked, you watch as he got bored, ansty, unsure. And by the time it wrapped you saw, for a flash, the mask drop. Here was an old man. Talented, eccentric, but a real person, not a persona. Not DaliTM. And it hit me. The point of it all: a moment of realness on film.
When you think about it, almost nothing we see on television is real. Certainly not Reality TV. The news, more often than not, has to fit in some pre-conceived narrative. Everyone, whether they are conscious of it, raises a mask when a camera is pointed at them.
I remember reading somewhere, probably in a David Foster Wallace essay, that porn stars should be respected more than any "legitimate" actor, because what they portray is true emotion, whether it's pleasure, pain or vulnerability. And what is more private and you than the way you look when you have an orgasm?
Now, to be sure, porn stars have personas (I'm looking at you, Sasha Grey), and not every orgasm is real (far from it), but you can concede that these women — often girls in their early twenties —by just being naked on camera for literally the world to see are revealing more of their real selves than most of us ever would.
Who could be a more natural subject for a screen test than a porn starlet?
And what else could it be that art does than reveal reality?
I was watching a Kerry Louise scene the other day. It was a scripted Brazzers video and for some reason, maybe boredom, probably curiosity, I didn't skip through the story buildup.
The Plot: Kerry Louise is an intrepid, yet prudish office drone who criticizes her co-worker's revealing garb, albeit timidly and kind of passive-aggressively. The co-worker, whose name is Jeanine, basically tells her to fuck off.
The girls' supervisor makes an appearance where he reveals that he's looking for a volunteer to be the office party organizer.
Kerry Louise is quite excited to take on the position. Jeanine, who could care less about taking on extra office duties, only wants the gig to piss off Kerry Louise. She disappears with the supervisor to "talk" him. We can only assume what is going on behind those closed doors. We see nothing. Jeanine is just non-sex extra here.
Kerry Louise steps up to the plate. She knows what she must do to get that job. She loses her inhibitions and arranges to meet privately with the supervisor to "talk."
And this is where I pause. I have to find out who this Jeanine is.
Those who know how much I've been watching Kerry Louise lately (Hint: a fuck ton), know that this is no small statement. Anyone who can distract me from Kerry Louise, without ever taking her clothes off, is a big deal.
Jeanine: I'm that rare breed of man who prefers 40something year old Ginger Lynn to 20something year old Ginger Lynn. Imagine if you took Ginger the way she looks right now, and Age-Regressed back to what she would've looked like at 30 (as opposed to making your guess based on how she looked at 20). That's exactly what Jeanine looks like. I hope that was clear. Although this makes perfect sense in my head, I fear I come off sounding like Rick Perry.
1. I go to the Brazzers website. I search for "Jeanine." Nothing. "Janine." I get Janine Lindemulder. Clearly not her. I'm stumped.
2. I search through the Brazzers roster. Nobody stands out. Looks like it could be Kate Frost, but I have my doubts.
3. I hit the boards and ask around in the Who's That Girl? threads. I wait a few hours. Nothing.
4. I figure I can go straight to the source, but I can't find anything but the customer service email for Brazzers. I send a tweet to their tweeter page. Nothing.
5. I try to tweet the question to Kerry Louise, who I follow. In the few days since I had last checked, her page had disappeared.
6. I tweet Johnny Sins, who plays the supervisor. Nothing.
7 Finally, I google "Kerry Louise" and "Johnny Sins" and wade through page after page.
8. I find it after what seems like forever: Charity McLain.
She's new. Turns out one of her few available scenes is with Mommy Got Boobs, but she doesn't show up on the Brazzers roster. Strange.
So I got the scene, unleashed a torrent of phenethylamine and endorphins into my body, took a nap, got some work done, got drinks and face-time with a ladyfriend. And then, a day or two later, I returned to the Kerry Louise scene.
Do yourself a favor. Check out his take on the Kafka classic, The Metamorphosis. It features far less naked people, but it's still a treat to the eyes.
