The beautiful and charming Girl. . . still gracing Fantasy with her presence.



















[Marcello Mastroianni in Fellini's masterpiece: 8 1/2]

I Want My Porn

The other night, my bf and I watched 8 1/2 by Fellini--one of the most amazing directors (if not the most). Anyway, while watching the movie I became captivated with Marcello. I think it was his eyes at first--so much emotion in those eyes. They make you want him. I was further turned on by all the incredible Italian women moving across the screen. Their faces were like pieces of art and their bodies made you dizzy. I wanted to touch myself. My bf sitting right next to me had no idea of the thoughts spinning through my head. I went to bed that night dreaming of Marcello.




I haven't really talked much about porn on this site . . . I mean of the movie variety. I am a fan of porn--I watch my fair share. I think it has great potential. Overall, I have yet to see something that really grabs me. I think most porn is still written and made primarily for men, which is understandable given that mostly men rent and buy porn. The other night we rented this porn starring a famous porn star . . . his name escapes me, but I think it is Rocco something or other. He is Latin, maybe from Brazil? I've watched other pornos with him and his girlfriend (who is rather hot). Anyway, this Rocco guy tends to manhandle the women he plays with. He likes to slap them around and seems to experience great pleasure in wrapping his fingers around their neck--hard. In this last movie we watched, he stuffs his cock (which is rather large) in this woman's mouth and makes her hold her breath several times . . . each time for a longer duration. Each time she releases his cock from her mouth, she's choking and gasping for air. I know all porn isn't like this--there's much better and there's much, much worse.

I want to see something different. I want style, beauty. I want to see hot and healthy people fuck . . . people who want to be fucking, really. I want a decent storyline; it doesn't have to be complicated, but something that stimulates my brain, as well as that warm place between my thighs. Oh . . . and something with a decent soundtrack. Is that too much to ask???? Please, if someone can point me in the right direction . . .

If not . . . maybe I'll just have to make my own.



Oh . . . I almost forgot. The other night my bf and I saw the midnight showing of Lollipop Girls in Hard Candy (a 3-D vintage porn), which played at the Egyptian (a very cool, old theater on Capitol Hill in Seattle). When we arrived, we were surprised to find a huge line of young people--hipsters, goths, vanillas, etc. Needless to say, it was a far cry from a line full of creepy guys donning trench coats. The energy in line was lively and we both waited with great anticipation. Porn on the big screen of a major theater. It's official folks, porn has gone mainstream.




We got our tickets, 3-D glasses, claimed our seats, and waited. The theater was packed. We hadn't seen this many people in the theater since Amelie played a couple of years ago.

The movie finally started and hoots and hollers erupted around the room. The first scene revealed a scantily clad young woman walking down a gravel road. She then runs into a man decked out in some yummy 70's attire. They exchange some words and presto, next thing you know, they're fucking on a blanket in the middle of a grassy meadow. Seeing 3-D penetration on the big screen with a packed theater of charged young people is quite an experience. The movie had plenty of fucking, sucking and the like. There was even an appearance by John Holmes (his scene is towards the end of the movie). Throughout the movie my bf and I kept thinking, is that the guy? However, there was absolutely no doubt when his penis finally did emerge. It was enormous and I could sense the awe in the air.

Other high points in the movie--a couple of cum shots that looked like the front row got soaked and a scene where a woman's leg eerily floats out of the screen while she's being pumped pretty good on a boat.

The story was pretty campy, but hey, campy 70's porn rocks. Although, there was a subplot with a couple of guys wondering around in costumes that was difficult to endure at times, to say the least.

All in all, I think it was a good time had by all.








cheesy photoshop pic of the day

I wanted to share a poem with you written by one of my favorite writers.

the closing of the bottomless bar
by Charles Bukowski

the idea that moral outrage only
can be felt by
the gifted and the noble and the
intelligent and
the sensitive and the
powerful
that is the biggest joke of
all.
they raided the nudie bar last night,
had a Supreme Court order in their back pocket,
were
backed by the highest court in the land
and they swept the girls off the bartops
like dead flies
like dirty napkins,
all those poor lovelies screaming
in panic
their voluptuous rears twisted in surprise,
they swept them off and away
half-dressed into vans and automobiles
to be booked, fingerprinted, photographed
and jailed. such a
waste. what a waste of grade-a
goods, speak about indecency
the cops were the most indecent things there
that night. a poor girl can't make an honest
buck anymore. all they were doing was offering a
horny evening to a few lonely men. I've just got to
believe those Supreme Court boys
don't care about anything real and just
can't get it up
anymore.
listen, girls, we'll find a way, we'll bail you
out, we'll think of something.
the human body ain't no crime,
anyway, not those bodies
of yours.

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