From McSweeney’s:
In the letter “Laying Late-Night Cable,” it was misstated that “Shelly became immediately aroused at the sight of my rock-hard member straining to be free from my jeans.” In truth, Shelly’s initial demeanor would be best described as visibly uncomfortable and leery.
What if Driver’s Ed was taught the way the Federal government would like sex education to be taught? McSweeny’s has the answer.
Although the writing is warm and friendly, an aura Sphinx-like and cool surrounds Silent Porn Star. Written by a female collector of historical erotica and risque objects, in it we find out a great deal about a great many things, although not much about the author. But that is part of its charm; like an expert strip-tease, you think you see everything, and then realize that you only saw what you were permitted to.
If you are a lover of historical smut, this site is simply mana from heaven, of course. But for everyone, the commentary is learned and witty, intellectual without being snobbish. And we learned so much about the mafia, too.
One of the less-attractive characteristics of anti-sex zealots is that they wish to have it both ways. They use titillation to sell their spiel of, “Oh, isn’t this awful?” while disclaiming that they are the least bit titillated. This isn’t new, of course; much Victorian prurience was presented as a warning to others not to follow this depraved course. Then, at least, it was done with a nudge and wink, and everyone knew that was just what one had to say. Now, it’s just hypocrisy.
Thus, we were ecstatic to find out about the site Fox News Porn, an entire site dedicated to the hypocrisy of Fox News’ using soft-core porn to sell their rabid anti-sexuality. We particularly appreciate the “Live Nood Girlz” design esthetic of the site.
(See also the Salon review of Outfoxed, the documentary on Fox by the same people.)
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A while back, after much deliberation, we decided to carry the Neo_Pornographia series of movies from Michael Ninn. Much deliberation, because they were significantly more extreme than anything we’d carried before. We were worried they would offend people, and (even worse!) they wouldn’t sell.
They rapidly became among our best-selling videos. We were such innocents.
Along those lines, allow me to recommend this column by Warren Ellis, in his Sunday Hangover space at Suicide Girls:
This is how you know you’re living in the future: when the pornography bears no earthly resemblance to sex as even the filthiest of us know it. You may as well be renting DVDs of aliens fucking. And America, as Martin Amis once said, is where they road-test the future.
If you have seen the award-winning movie The Crash Pad, I’m sure you wondered along with us . . . so, what else happened in that apartment? After all, so many other couples must have been there . . .
And, now, you can find out! Shine Louise Houston, the director of The Crash Pad, continues the story with her very own series . . . the Crash Pad Series. (OK, you probably could have guessed the name.) Check out the Crash Pad Series web site for new episodes, hot photography, and a whole community centered around the hottest apartment in San Francisco.
Tony Comstock has a superb entry on his blog about the history of the X and NC-17 movie ratings, and how a simple, and at the time seemingly rational, decision on the part of the MPAA (to not trademark the “X” rating) lead to the death of mainstream movies that explored sex in a mature, interesting way.
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