Today in gerunds: “Asphyxiating Ariel”
“Educating Rita,” “Driving Miss Daisy,” Eating Raoul,” “Boxing Helena,” Deconstructing Harry,” “Being John Malkovich,” – um – “Romancing the Stone,” “Leaving Las Vegas,” and now “Asphyxiating Ariel.”
“Educating Rita,” “Driving Miss Daisy,” Eating Raoul,” “Boxing Helena,” Deconstructing Harry,” “Being John Malkovich,” – um – “Romancing the Stone,” “Leaving Las Vegas,” and now “Asphyxiating Ariel.”
I will be presenting the Best Actress trophy at this year’s XBiz Awards, but I am unsure of how I should comport myself.
Other than Count Chocula, today’s vampires tend to be fiercely attractive, homoerotic, or both. Moreover, because they can’t see their reflections, they are a post-mirror community supremely confident in their good looks.
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
There is a reason, and it is not Eon McKai, that porn earned its reputation for horrible production values and lackluster directing.
As you well know, anyone with labia can pull off a camel toe – it just takes the will – but apparently James can do it really well.
“That’s a shitload of sex toys you’ve got there. What does this one do?”
“You put it up your ass,” I replied, “twist it, and stimulate your prostate. That’s what the ‘P’ stands for.”
Ever the enigma, Keely only gives the appearance of having been nude, and actually travels on a separate plane from her nipples.
“Hollywood’s Nailin’ Palin” is a much better franchise reboot than Edward Norton’s “The Incredible Hulk.”
Just like “Ginger Lynn’s Token Ring Ethernet Sex Party,” “Pornstar Tweet” seeks to capitalize porntastically on an ephemeral trend.
“Confessions of An Ivy League Pornographer” offers expert insight into the garden-level tragedy of porn, as well as the freedom the business allows and the consequences of that freedom.
“We’re the wild boys walking down the street,” the B-52’s sang in 1990. “Wild boys and girls going out for a big time – any way we can.”
I look forward to watching this movie but, contrary to what you might assume from the boxcover, neither Bree Olson nor Kayden Kross has sex with a horse.
“We shot this movie on location at a real theater in Amsterdam. We have live sex theaters here in the Red Light District, where you see absolutely everything.”
The device, which combines the recurring expense of the iPhone without a laptop’s functionality, can be whizzed like a frisbee or, with luck, tucked into the prehensile labia of any of your favorite porn performers.
This has led to the further fetishization of shame, as consumers look for performances that appear particularly uncomfortable.
By the point one is in a venue that features a seven-foot bucking penis, the spout may as well just shoot hollow-point bullets and be done with it
If you present a persona that he wants to dive into like a heated swimming pool, Miss X, he will come in your mouth with very little effort on your part.
For some, there is a connection between sexuality and shame, and it can be felt on both sides of the relationship. Asa Akira talks about that “What did I just do?” feeling
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.
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