You love sex parties? Sure you do. Let yourself go, be nasty, don’t ask, excuse later. No problem. Switch off your brains. That’s a problem. You probably know this, too.
Who are you, unknown princess?
I don’t care that you’re as flat as a pancake. Just do what has to be done, our tools are ready. And the background action is nice to watch, too.
You’re so cute, really. But if you would have noticed me in the daylight? Let’s discuss that later, I like what you’re doing. Don’t worry about me, ladies. I’m happy here, just go on. Continue reading
We desire what we’re looking at. Our brain is trained for noticing what it desires. This is called autopoiesis.
That desire is so strong that we sometimes ignore what’s wrong. Our desire is so strong that we’re only noticing: Hot blonde sucking dick. Yes, she’s hot. But what’s happening?
Our wishful thinking: if that would be true, how awesome! Look at that erect nipple, drenched in cum! It’s everywhere!
If you’re taking this for real, then be strong! The story continues.
It doesn’t stop. And she seems to be having fun with it, look at this nipple!
If she really does, then we are in trouble now: no man would be able to produce this amount of sperm. ‘Drenched in cum’: wishful thinking and also fear-evoking: she might get used to it. Continue reading
I’ve seen photos of Eufrat that were much worse. Photosets like this one are truly subversive: showing the beauty of porn performers takes them into our everyday world. If a beautiful porn star becomes a fashion model then we must notice her. We can’t just say: it’s just porn, she’s a slut.
She obviously isn’t. She’s not even a ‘slut’ in porn pictorials. But these very tasteful shots are both supporting and disrupting our viewing habits: look, what a beautiful woman! Look, she’s a porn star! Continue reading
This one’s from a series called ‘50 shades of purple’. On that lazy day she just let things happen. They were nice to her, treated her like a queen. Despite the changed composition she still found herself in her comfort zone. Continue reading
I’ve just visited a website that promised to learn my fashion taste within 30 seconds. And make appropriate suggestions after that.
Didn’t work. I’m never going to wear camouflage shoes.
Then they sent me an e-mail, offering me to ‘modify my style DNA’. I don’t think my taste is so bad that it needs genetic engineering. Apart from that: since when is personal taste, especially in fashion, a matter of biology? Ridiculous. Continue reading
Porn is apolitical, people say. No way. Just ask David Cameron. Or any other politician who is concerned about his people and its sanity. Porn is always the touchstone for a nation’s liberty. There even might be good reasons against porn: it’s unrealistic, vulgar, it destroys romance, it’s disturbing, but if it’s forbidden or only made responsible for anything evil that’s happening, then this nation’s liberty leaves much to be desired.
It doesn’t need much in order to anger one’s fans: a photo of Blake Lively’s posterior with a flippant quote “LA face, Oakland booty” and soon she was a called a ‘racist’.
Really, let’s dial it back a notch. She was joking about herself, not about humorless people. Continue reading
My new colleague at work. Young, pretty, ambitious, wrapped in business clothes: the regular office bunny. I shake hands with her, using the hand I’ve scratched my nuts with only minutes ago. Now you’re tagged, lady. Continue reading
Have you read about London’s city government that hired a company to mount ‘intelligent’ garbage cans, equipped with technology that’s capable of tracking the smartphones of passers-by. For displaying personalized advertisements, of course.
I’ve found this really breathtaking. And I wasn’t the only one, as it seems.
But according to the BBC, the City of London has asked that company (Renew London) to stop using these garbage cans for tracking people.
I really wished this would have been cancelled because of this project’s crazy nature. Really. And rumors telling that tracking software should be extended for hunting down terrorists (which takes some extra time for development) are completely inquitous and plucked out of the air. Some of you might recollect a Monty Python sketch with traffic signs and poles following people. Another case of life imitating art. Continue reading