Showing posts with label Porno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Porno. Show all posts
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday Pooch Porn
Because I sorely needed a laugh and this provided it. Although I'll catch hell from txrad in the morning.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Fetch the Probe and Put Your Spurs On
We all like to complain about our fucking jobs from time to time. I may cut back on my complaints now that I realize the occupational hazards of my work are basically limited to headaches and carpel tunnel syndrome. At least I don't need to wear a condom to do my job. And it's only a figure of speech when I say my work is a pain in the ass.
I love sex and I used to joke back in the 80s that I wanted to do porn because...well, it was work I could enjoy. And I heard the pay was even decent. What's not to love?
HIV for starters.
Some fantasy.
There's absolutely nothing funny about this. It's sad and tragic that 22 cases of HIV infection have been detected in the porn industry since 2004. That we know of.
And yet, I was initially amused when I saw a related piece in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette today. It had something to do with the headline.
I'm not sure if the writer of this deserves a bonus for creativity or the boot for insensitivity:

Seeing the words porn, probe and spurs in the headline of a family newspaper is quite possibly a once-in-a-lifetime event.
The visuals in my mind came about instantly and instinctively. Sometimes my own warped mind makes me uncomfortable. It's my adolescent problem and I suppose I need to work on it.
In the meantime, damn those triggers! I'm now feeling kinky, and it's too damn hot in Texas for leather!

In the same paper today there was a story about a mayor in a small town who just resigned during a "probe." I didn't bother to read that piece for details.
I love sex and I used to joke back in the 80s that I wanted to do porn because...well, it was work I could enjoy. And I heard the pay was even decent. What's not to love?
HIV for starters.
"I don't think there's a problem right now," said actor, producer and director Jules Jordan. "It's like people who do stunts in Hollywood. There's a risk in anything you do."
Jordan said he does not use condoms in filming because "it takes away the whole fantasy."
Some fantasy.
There's absolutely nothing funny about this. It's sad and tragic that 22 cases of HIV infection have been detected in the porn industry since 2004. That we know of.
And yet, I was initially amused when I saw a related piece in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette today. It had something to do with the headline.
I'm not sure if the writer of this deserves a bonus for creativity or the boot for insensitivity:
Seeing the words porn, probe and spurs in the headline of a family newspaper is quite possibly a once-in-a-lifetime event.
The visuals in my mind came about instantly and instinctively. Sometimes my own warped mind makes me uncomfortable. It's my adolescent problem and I suppose I need to work on it.
In the meantime, damn those triggers! I'm now feeling kinky, and it's too damn hot in Texas for leather!
In the same paper today there was a story about a mayor in a small town who just resigned during a "probe." I didn't bother to read that piece for details.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Wristwatches Must Go!
I haven't worn a watch since the 1980s. And even then, it was a freebie from Andy Warhol. I subscribed to Interview magazine because I liked all the boy photos, and I got a free wristwatch from Andy on my birthday.
For years I bragged about my birthday gift from Andy.
Eventually, the cheap plastic strap broke (I doubt it was made in China back then), and I quit wearing it, and I haven't worn a watch since.
Now I'm kinda perplexed as to why people are so obsessed about time. We have iPhones. Don't they tell us the time? Hell, my RAZR does. And my computer, and my atomic clock in the kitchen.
I don't really need to know the time THAT often. Just an occasional glance to get a general idea will suffice.
I don't use an alarm clock. No need. I have cats. THEY know the time. And they will tell YOU when it's time to get up.
So, all that being said, I get really pissed when I watch porn and the guys are wearing watches. Take that shit OFF, please! You took EVERYTHING else off! Why not remove the watch? Do you need to be somewhere fast?
Bottom line: remove the watch when you are jerking someone else off for pleasure, and for profit. Especially if you are on camera. For it is most unbecoming, not to mention, distracting. It makes it seem as though you have something better to do at the appropriate time. And clearly you do not.
Let me quote from MY bible.
Give unto others as you would have them give unto you.
And the world would be a much happier place.
For years I bragged about my birthday gift from Andy.
Eventually, the cheap plastic strap broke (I doubt it was made in China back then), and I quit wearing it, and I haven't worn a watch since.
Now I'm kinda perplexed as to why people are so obsessed about time. We have iPhones. Don't they tell us the time? Hell, my RAZR does. And my computer, and my atomic clock in the kitchen.
I don't really need to know the time THAT often. Just an occasional glance to get a general idea will suffice.
I don't use an alarm clock. No need. I have cats. THEY know the time. And they will tell YOU when it's time to get up.
So, all that being said, I get really pissed when I watch porn and the guys are wearing watches. Take that shit OFF, please! You took EVERYTHING else off! Why not remove the watch? Do you need to be somewhere fast?
Bottom line: remove the watch when you are jerking someone else off for pleasure, and for profit. Especially if you are on camera. For it is most unbecoming, not to mention, distracting. It makes it seem as though you have something better to do at the appropriate time. And clearly you do not.
Let me quote from MY bible.
Give unto others as you would have them give unto you.
And the world would be a much happier place.
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