In a time of increasing prudery, trigger warnings, concerned minorities etc. it’s sometimes important to tell about what this blog is dealing with. This is a summary of the reasons why I like porn:
I like to look at pictures, especially at pictures that arouse something in me. Pornographic images are a big stimulus.
Porn is inspiring and makes me want to try out things I didn’t try before. If that would not be possible for whatever reason, at least it gives my fantasy something to play with. It even has the potential to make my real sex life better.
There are few things more beautiful than watching attractive people having sex; people are not meant to kill each other nor to hide their beauty. So (good) porn has always a feeling of Utopia, which is almost a political statement.
Because of that previous reason there is still an inherent subversive message in porn: the world could be a better place, and there is a possibility of satisfaction (which is the naive sister of redemption). That’s the reason why porn is banned in so many countries, thus supporting porn becomes a political meaning.
I regard porn as secular mirror of sacral art: both arts try to depict things ‘beyond expression’. Both depict these in countless variations – and both are failing (you will always get an idea of the depicted events, but never the real experience). Both have a bout at describing this idea of a better world: the one in a spiritual, the other in a carnal way.
What about you? Do you know other indictors for the relevane of porn? Or don’t you agree at all? Drop me a line. Continue reading
Here’s a piece I’ve written three years ago which shows why I’m already missing Mr. Cameron.
I’ve been waiting in joyful anticipation for new revelations concerning our path into the surveillance state. But the more I learn, the worse my mood gets.
The severe sentence to Bradley Manning makes one thing crystal clear: there is virtually no way to oppose an established policy. If you try though, you will be called a terrorist, or at least a supporter of terrorism. Affairs like Watergate (google that, kids) couldn’t be cleared up in our days, the risk was just too high for investigators.
There’s a reason to mistrust the state. Just look at the visitation of the Guardian’s publishing house a few days ago: agents were coming by and urged the present journalists to destroy hard disks with data provided by Edward Snowden. It is pure intimidation, this is government by terror. If David Cameron is really responsible for this, then he must go!
Yup, it’s the same David Cameron who wants to establish these anti porn filters for the British. Really, there is a reason for mistrusting your government.
In the light of recent events we have to wonder if our governments are just facades; playing the democratic game for the news and everyday business, while people and services we barely know are pulling the strings in the background. Not that much time ago I would have called such a thought a mere conspiracy theory, but Ed Snowden’s revelations made the idea of a total surveillance state that is outlining against tired Western societies a probably scenario.
Do we have a choice? Do we understand what’s going on? Germany experienced massive protests due to its large population census in the 1980s. The census some years ago went almost unnoticed. What did happen? The Internet. The Internet happened.
It’s still our choice. It’s still not too late, we’re not that used to total surveillance. But this could change within a generation. It will change people. It will make us live in our worst dystopic fantasies. Continue reading
“Mental Cinema, the jizz mag for your brain” – what do you think about that? This was my question to the audience three years ago and the echo wasn’t that overwhelming, so the successor of my former blog is now called “Mental Sinema, Wanktrance Outfitter”. Success still isn’t that stellar, but hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day, was it? Continue reading
Who’s to blame for #Brexit? Even hours before election outcome (when prognoses said the Brits will stay) our media forced into line praised the Brits to the skies; now, when the party’s over, they are searching for somebody to blame. And they found them, soon: it’s the old generation, bad people without teeth, trying to spoil a glorious future for young people.
Just a thought. These old people were those with the big dreams. Swinging Sixties. You know: the Sixties. Not the retro shit you know. And then: the voter participation among young people was way smaller than that of the older ones. If the media’s really trying to split society, they should use some valid data. Shame. Continue reading
So Britain is going to leave the EU. Or perhaps it’s just England, who knows what comes next. Anyway, it’s a pity. There are good reasons to be agains eurocrats, as soulless and undemocratic as they are. But a stale feeling remains. It’s a real pity that things have come so far and that it seems to be impossible to have a common sense in European politics without having pricks as leaders. The future’s uncertain, which is god-awful in times of ubiquitous threat. There’s no one to blame but the EU itself. Continue reading
I’ve learned a new word today: trypophobia, the fear of holes (a pattern of small holes, precisely said). I don’t know what you are afraid of, but should you be suffering from trypophobia you better don’t watch this pictorial. Continue reading
You make it look so easy, But I’m just losing my mind.
You’re hooting with laughter, And maybe I’m just too kind.
Your looks say: come take me, But I am frozen in shock.
My whole system is screaming, Help me out o’this mental block!
But today’s the day, I’m going full whack.
When you’re smiling at me, I’ll, for sure, smile back! Continue reading
Okay, sometimes pornographers try hard. And sometimes it works. Nice composition in this shot, depth of field: well done!
Muted colours, lovely details (hair, lingerie), an overall satisfying set-up; these photos are well composed, well exposed, perfectly balanced. (And yes, I’ve noticed that Connie Carter is as hot as a woman can be, but sometimes technique matters. And this is a blog for your head, capiche?) Continue reading