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Friday, July 3, 2009
Daze Reader debuts a new occasional feature today: reviews of internet porn sites. Since I know far more than necessary or healthy about industry trends, I might as well put that useless knowledge to use. Each review essay will cover a particular genre, with snarky yet informative blurbs and free preview galleries from a handful of sites. Today's installment: Daze Reader Internet Porn Review #1 — MILFs.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
A long-running battle in the War on Porn finally comes to a close. Self-proclaimed extreme pornographers Rob Black and Lizzy Borden have been sentenced to one year in prison for "conspiracy to distribute obscene materials". The FBI raided their studio, Extreme Associates, in April, 2003; federal prosecutors in Pennsylvania filed obscenity charges; and the case wound through six years of rulings, appeals, dismissals and reinstatements before Black and Borden took a plea bargain.
This Daze Reader post from 2003 contains details about the original raid. An adult industry lawyer quoted by Adult Video News then said:
"Because Extreme Associates has positioned itself to be literally at the extreme end of all production, their prosecution was highly likely if not inevitable. That is, their content goes so far beyond that which any production that I'm aware of has undertaken in terms of depictions of non-consensual material, the purportedly HIV-positive gangbang, the depiction of incest, rape or rape of adult actresses portraying extremely young people, it was as predictable as anything in the world that they were going to get busted."
The 2003 Adult Video News article (no longer online) also summarized the three seized titles, which eventually became the basis for the obscenity prosecution.
"In [Ass Clowns 3], I kill Osama bin Laden by cutting his head off with a knife, and we shoot everybody else that's with his little group of murdering cutthroats," recalled veteran performer Dick Nasty. "There's lots of blood, and there's lots of, basically, rape; they all rape the American journalist before we go in and save her. I play a British Special Forces guy going in with and American Special Forces guy, and then we d.p. her, but when we do it, she's [consenting]."
But as inflammatory as blood and rape in a sexually-explicit movie may be, the "director's cut" has material almost guaranteed to upset any mainstream audience — especially if they sit in a jury box.
"To the best of my knowledge," said a knowledgeable source, "the difference in the director's cut of Ass Clowns 3 is, Brian Surewood plays a Christ-like figure who is nailed to a cross and crucified, and ther's an angel present, and he comes down off the cross and has anal sex with her. He essentially rapes the angel. In the non-director's cut version, the scene begins with it being blacked out, and [text] saying, 'To see the full version of this scene, ask for the director's cut,' and it begins with him just sort of walking; he's come down from the cross and is walking."
Extreme Teen 24 has at least one scene featuring an adult actress (Kiwi) playing what appears to be a pre-teen who lives in a crude tent in her parents' living room, wears pajamas with feet and constantly sucks on a lollipop. Valentino enters, and tells her he's a friend of Pokemon, and that Pokemon would want her to suck his cock, which she proceeds to do. The scene continues explicitly from there.
Forced Entry, of course, was the feature showcased in last year's [PBS] Frontline episode, where various Frontline personnel claimed to have been sickened by the tape's depictions of forcible rape.
The Frontline documentary is still available online. Salon also ran a very negative piece on Extreme Associates in 2002 — tagline: "Lizzy Borden, whose ultraviolent films feature women being beaten, raped and doused in vomit, insists that she is a gender pioneer whose repellent movies are morality tales." Jake Tapper surveyed the Extreme Associates prosecution in 2005 when the charges were dismissed (they were later reinstated on appeal).
This case always tested the sensibilities of free speech absolutists. What's more offensive, simulated violent rape porn or someone going to prison for making simulated violent rape porn? If nothing else, the convoluted legal wranglings and relatively light sentences make it clear how hard it is to get an obscenity conviction in modern America, which is a good thing.
Great news for sexual freedom and human rights in India: the Delhi High Court has overturned India's law banning gay sex, first established by the British colonial government in 1861.
A bench of Chief Justice Ajit Prakash Shah and Justice S Muralidhar said that if not amended, section 377 of the IPC would violate Article 21 of the Indian constitution, which states that every citizen has equal opportunity of life and is equal before law.
There was much rejoicing in response to the ruling.
Gay rights activists hailed the court verdict as historic and many supporters of homosexuality were seen celebrating with sweets and smearing each other with vermilion.
Let's all express solidarity with our Indian brothers and sisters by smearing each other with vermilion today.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
During the years that Daze Reader stagnated, Eros Blog just kept getting better. One recent highlight: Bacchus rips the fraudulent adult PR emails that every sex blogger receives daily. Righteous indignation with bellylaughs, what's not to love?
I'm a sucker for good hotlinker-gets-pwned pranks. In today's lesson, a "professional pickup artist" blogs about his success at scoring with strippers. (You can probably learn his incredible secrets for $399, I didn't bother checking.) To accompany his blog post, he hotlinks an image from a stripper booking agency, whose owner doesn't appreciate the flattery and swaps the image.
Pwned!
British tabloid Daily Mail has a long article about Michael Jackson's last years, written by someone who boasts "as an award-winning freelance journalist and film-maker, I spent more than five years inside his ‘camp’." The article contains plausible-sounding details about Jackson's sex life.
It is clear to me that Michael was homosexual and that his taste was for young men, albeit not as young as Jordan Chandler or Gavin Arvizo.
In the course of my investigations, I spoke to two of his gay lovers, one a Hollywood waiter, the other an aspiring actor. The waiter had remained friends, perhaps more, with the singer until his death last week. He had served Jackson at a restaurant, Jackson made his interest plain and the two slept together the following night. According to the waiter, Jackson fell in love.
The actor, who has been given solid but uninspiring film parts, saw Jackson in the middle of 2007. He told me they had spent nearly every night together during their affair – an easy claim to make, you might think. But this lover produced corroboration in the form of photographs of the two of them together, and a witness.
Other witnesses speak of strings of young men visiting his house at all hours, even in the period of his decline. Some stayed overnight.
When Jackson lived in Las Vegas, one of his closest aides told how he would sneak off to a ‘grungy, rat-infested’ motel – often dressed as a woman to disguise his identity – to meet a male construction worker he had fallen in love with.
We've heard a lot about the pedophile accusations, the sham marriages and the mechanics of his children's conception, but what if Michael Jackson was just an ordinary gay man who had several relationships with young but legal-age partners (as many middle-aged men, gay or straight, would do if they had his fame and money)? I've watched my share of Michael Jackson deathwatch/remembrance coverage and have not heard this possibility mentioned once. If it was the case, why didn't he ever come out?
The Huffington Post has a Sex and the City-knockoff sex advice columnist. One recent column discussed a crisis which, truth be told, has also affected Daze in recent years: What to do when your pubic hair starts turning gray?
So, at a friend's annual Christmas Party for her 150 closest girlfriends, I asked my tablemates if they knew what to do with the gray hair down below. "I just pluck them right out!" shared one lovely. "I don't think I've got any down there," replied another, to which her best friend responded, "You can't even read a menu anymore without glasses, so how would you know?" Our hostess threw in from across the room that her own advice for solving the problem of mismatched carpets and curtains was to throw the carpet out." Wax it all off!" was her edict.
But then our Girlfriend, Kelly, who just happened to be walking by our table at that moment shared without breaking stride, "The Paint Box. That's who you have to call. I'll email the number to you. They even do hot pink!" HOT PINK?
You'll have to click through to find out what faux Carrie decided for herself. My solution: I shave my balls and dye my bush #727.
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