
One of the good things about working from home is the ability to drop everything (including blogging) if someone comes to visit. And that’s why there hasn’t been much happening around here the last few days.
I’m back now and armed with this lovely photo of a firefighter, taken at a festival on Thursday. He was selling charity calendars of half-naked firefighters and so I thought I’d do a quick post about it.
Firefighters Australia have been doing their sexy calendars for a few years now in aid of the local children’s hospital and the 2010 edition is now on sale. Check out some of the sexy sample pics here.
Clinton here is Mr March. He didn’t believe me when I said I ran a porn site and that I was going to blog about him. Ah well.
This week’s movie review at For The Girls is of Tristan Taormino’s Rough Sex. When it first arrived in my mailbox I must admit to feeling very nervous about watching it. Rough Sex is not exactly my bag, baby.
In the end, though, I appreciated it for what it was: a step in the right direction. Tristan has worked her sex-positive magic on a very prickly topic and turned spitting and slapping into a feminist act. Context and consent are always, always the key. A lot of the sex was not my thing but at least there were female orgasms and empowered women enjoying themselves and running the show.
While I was watching the film I made notes, just what I was thinking. I vascillated between arousal, horror and fascination. I enjoyed the interviews and then found the sexy to be alternately super hot and less-than thrilling.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted my “review notes” posts on this blog so I thought it was time I went there again.
So here they are:
Impressive orgasms from Adrianna… but then it goes all ass-to-mouth followed by him coming in her hair. Nope, lost me there.
Pissing… taking a risk there. She needs to practice squatting – that’s no way to wizz in the bushes!
I don’t know what to think, part of me is rebelling at watching it, the other half is fascinated. Because you know that she likes it, it’s OK. But I found myself thinking of all the other porn scenes where girls are choked or end up doing stuff they didn’t sign up for.
OK, so at last the men end up on the receiving end. This has been one of my gripes with rough sex in porn, that it’s always the woman on the bottom.
Ewwwww, spitting. Shoe licking. Blerky polish. Foot licking… much better.
Shadows on the back wall – fix up your lighting guys!
Smothering with plastic boobs. That’s bound to be a health hazard what with all that synthetic material.
Horrible balloon tits are especially distracting from this angle. They don’t move at all. Actually, the left one stays rock still, the other one twirls in circles. It’s almost hypnotic.
Hmm. Doing it against a mirror raises all sorts of camera angle issues. Also, continuity errors. That’s one hell of a smeary sex mirror.
Eeek, don’t spit there. You’ll ruin the felt on that pool table!
Sasha’s hair is definitely a win, it’s just gorgeous and long.
What’s good about this guy is he doesn’t have the porn star reserve. He’s right into it. They both are. It’s nice to have that intensity present.
AND she took her shoes off. Must be for the sake of the pool table felt, even if there’s going to be vaginal juices and spit and sweat all over it.
Ooh wa, he slaps her boobs… so now she’s gonna punish him.
“Even when you have mad, hate sex you still need a vibrator.” – Tristan
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In Berlin last year I had the honour of meeting Jennifer Lyon Bell, an American filmmaker with a compelling vision for erotic film. Her film Matinee is a gorgeous work of art, well written, masterfully acted and beautifully filmed. It is a wonderful addition to the growing canon of well-made, female-focused erotic films and I consider it to be part of the new wave of sex-positive movies that are forging a new path in porn.
Naturally this means the Australian Office of Film and Literature Classification has banned it.
Matinee was due to screen as part of the Melbourne Underground Film Festival over the weekend but the OFLC told MUFF it would be illegal to show the film in public, effectively banning it. The film has not been officially classifed by the panel; they merely made a brief decision based on… well, I’m not sure what. They haven’t actually seen the film. They found out it had real sex in it and that was enough, I suspect.
MUFF and Jennifer have issued statements regarding the decision and they’re currently on the front page of the MUFF site.
The organisers rightly point out that the OFLC didn’t have a problem with Lars Van Trier’s Antichrist, which disturbingly depicts a scene of female genital mutilation and seems to be misogynist in intent. Jen’s film, which only shows two people having nuanced, meaningful, tender sex, is apparently more offensive than that.
MUFF says:
MUFF opposes the OFLC’s decision on the grounds that it represents a hypocritical and troubling suppression of transgressive female-centric sexuality on film. The modus operandi of Blue Artichoke Films, Bell’s production company, is to create films which portray realistic sexual intimacy, depict empowered female characters, possess artistic merit and strong narratives, and do not fall back upon the damaging and often dangerous stereotypes of female sexuality that the Western media is accustomed to. In other words, Bell is looking to produce films about sexuality which women can enjoy, free of masculine control.
MUFF are considering a “civil disobedience” screening as a way of protesting this ridiculous decision.
Jen writes:
Seriously?
It’s just two characters enjoying sex in a realistic way that fits with their characters’ personalities. Consensual sex, nothing weird. Why on earth would that be dangerous to watch?
What’s weird is that mainstream movies spend hours building up the characters in a story, then mangle the lovescene with brusque camera cutaways and awkward sheet-covering bedroom choreography as soon as the moment arrives. You never see James Bond have sex; after a few witty double entendres it’s fade-out then fade-up with a lit cigarette…and this is considered a perfectly acceptable depiction of sex on film.
Frankly, I’d like to know more about how James Bond does it. Is he a true sexual connoisseur, able to quickly divine each woman’s preferences and feel from her subtle reactions whether she wants her G-spot stroked or her hands deliciously pinned to the bed? Or is he an arrogant Casanova who uses some weird abrasive “patented technique” on every woman he sleeps with, smugly congratulating himself “They all love it when I do that”? I’d like the movie better as a whole because it’d tell me a lot about who he is. Plus, if he was good, it’d be really fun to watch, wouldn’t it?
The films that inspired me to mix explicit sex with story and character – Ken Park, 9 Songs, Shortbus – have all had rough roads. But I hoped that outside of America, my loving but prudish home country, everything would be easier. As it turns out, New York was no problem at all, and neither was Amsterdam (my current home). Strasbourg and Berlin festivals are happily screening it this fall. But Australia has a problem.
It’s depressing but not surprising that Matinee has been banned. It’s becoming increasingly apparent that our country’s ridiculous censorship laws are applied in an ad hoc manner and that they are out of touch with what most Australians think.
How is it that grown adults are prevented from seeing a film because it contains sex? And why aren’t we up in arms about this?
There are no reports in the major newspapers about this issue. I’m hoping to contact Margaret Pomeranz for a statement on where she stands with this. She was willing to be arrested for Ken Park in 2003… will she also speak out for Matinee?
Find out more about Matinee and Jennifer at the Blue Artichoke Films site.
Edit: Tony Comstock gives his view on the issue here.
Here it is folks, down and dirty MRI pornography!
Actually, this video features the animated images taken of a man and a woman having sex in an MRI machine. All for research, of course. The sex bit starts at 1.37 if you can’t wait.
Funnily enough, it looks pretty much how you’d expect it to look, although I find the way the woman’s insides move around to be rather fascinating.
Thanks to Carnal Nation for the link.

The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting. ~Gloria Leonard
My reaction to porn films is as follows: After the first ten minutes, I want to go home and screw. After the first 20 minutes, I never want to screw again as long as I live. ~Erica Jong, Playboy Magazine, September 1975
Familiarity breeds contempt – and children. ~Mark Twain, Notebooks, 1935
Obscenity is whatever gives the Judge an erection. ~Author Unknown
Pornography is supposed to arouse sexual desires. If pornography is a crime, when will they arrest makers of perfume? ~Richard Fleischer
I regret to say that we of the FBI are powerless to act in cases of oral-genital intimacy, unless it has in some way obstructed interstate commerce. ~J. Edgar Hoover, attributed
Tell him I’ve been too fucking busy – or vice versa. ~Dorothy Parker
Remember, if you smoke after sex you’re doing it too fast. ~Woody Allen
Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. “Yes” is the answer. ~Swami X
A dirty book is rarely dusty. ~Author Unknown
Life in Lubbock, Texas, taught me two things: One is that God loves you and you’re going to burn in hell. The other is that sex is the most awful, filthy thing on earth and you should save it for someone you love. ~Butch Hancock
Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill. ~Henry Louis Mencken
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
~John Donne, Extasy
We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation. ~Lily Tomlin
An intellectual is a person who’s found one thing that’s more interesting than sex. ~Aldous Huxley
Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960
How lucky we are that we can reach our genitals instead of that spot on our back that itches. ~Flash Rosenberg
My father told me all about the birds and the bees, the liar – I went steady with a woodpecker till I was twenty-one. ~Bob Hope
Quotes taken from this page.
Psychology Today has a great article which nicely debunks the whole hysterical idea that children are in danger from sexual predators while online. It refers to the 278 page report by the Internet Safety Technical Task Force which looked at vast amounts of data about whether children were regularly solicited for sex online (as the hysteria would have us believe).
The task force, led by Harvard researchers, looked at reams of scientific data dealing with online sexual predation and found that children and teens were rarely propositioned for sex by adults who made contact via the Internet. In the handful of cases that have been documented-and highly publicized-the researchers found that the victims, almost always older teenagers, were usually willing participants already at risk for exploitation because of family problems, substance abuse, or mental health issues.
The report concluded that MySpace and Facebook “do not appear to have increased minors’ overall risk of sexual solicitation.” The report said the biggest risk to kids using social networks was bullying by other kids.
Imagine that. Real evidence to counter the tabloid panic. Not that it will make much difference to religious groups or politicians. Fear sells better than facts.
Halfway through writing this post I found myself wondering if I hadn’t already blogged about this. Turns out I have, after a fashion. In February I wrote about the same report and how it found that kids aren’t necessarily interested in porn – and the majority of “teenagers” who were tended to be 17 year old boys.
To quote Psychology Today:
The Internet is still new, and kids use it more than adults, which makes many adults nervous that something nefarious must be going on. But according to the attorneys general report, next to nothing is.

A man, with a hairy chest, in the surf. Just for you. Because I haven’t put a lot of pervy pics up lately.
And a few quick words. Filament’s erection campaign was a huge success: they made their sales target AND got plenty of mentions in newspapers and online.
Meanwhile, this article about why women watch strippers as opposed to men doesn’t give the whole story. What’s not mentioned is that over-the-top strip shows like the Chippendales (and their associated hilarity) are all women have. I’m sure if we had strip joints like the Spearmint Rhino with naked guys the reaction of women would be quite different.
Erotica authors (and book cover crusaders) Kristina Lloyd and Mathilde Madden have written a great piece in the Guardian discussing the difficulties Filament has had in printing erect dicks.
I liked this bit:
When set against the plethora of men’s lifestyle and top-shelf magazines featuring scantily clad and open-legged women, the struggles faced by Filament highlight a deeply entrenched sexism: men can look at women but women cannot look at men.
Attempts to even out this disparity often lead to cries that two wrongs don’t make a right; that countering the prevalence of eroticised women by adding men to the mix legitimises sexist objectification. But there’s nothing inherently sexist about depicting nudity. It’s sexist when only women are deemed to signify the erotic; it’s sexist when eroticised images of women are so normalised and widespread that women stand to be viewed first and foremost as sex objects – their value inextricably linked to their sexual desirability. The sexism is in the inequality.
As much as I support Filament in their quest to get dicks onto newsagent shelves, part of me is pondering the fuss. How is it that the print world is so fucking outdated? I’ve been publishing photos of naked men with erect cocks since the year 2000. No government interference, no printing issues, no distribution hassles, no sexist male penpushers getting all nervous about the prospect of peen. Just me and my server and my FTP program.
And yet that has never been deemed newsworthy. I’ve been participating in a publishing revolution for almost a decade and yet here we are still hung up on what’s considered suitable to print on paper. How extraordinarily strange.
And how is it, in two thousand and fucking nine, that people can be spooked by photos of erections? What? How? Why? WHY?
Back in June I reported that ABC’s Nightline was going to show a report women’s interest in porn and sex toys. The piece was bumped several times and it’s only just been broadcast. The report included appearances by Candida Royalle and Nica Noelle. For The Girls was initially contacted by the show but we never heard back from them.
In any case, there’s a longish article to accompany the report on the ABC website. I can only groan at the ubiquitous mention of Sex and the City but it does have some nice quotes from Candida and Nica.
“Women generally want to know why two people are having sex,” said Nica Noelle, a top porn director. “They want to know what the relationship is between those two people. … They want to feel that it’s a relationship that matters to both of the characters. And that the sex is passionate and intimate. And none of those things were really being portrayed in the porn that was out there.”
Update 14th August
Nightline has put the report online so I’ve had a chance to watch it. The yoga thing felt like a waste of space but otherwise I think it was a good, positive piece. Candida and Nica were great. What’s interesting is their focus on the amount of time spent on plot vs sex, as if this is the way to define porn for women. There was also the usual emphasis on relationships, realism and intimacy which will no doubt fire up a backlash among some porn loving women.
I was very pleased to see my site Porn Movies For Women appear, albeit briefly. Here’s a screenshot:

It’s interesting that, once again, the focus is on films rather than websites, even though the statistics quoted relate to internet porn.
My decision has been made. At the end of October I’m going to attend the 2009 Berlin Porn Film Festival and see the European premiere of my film. It’s a shame I’ll miss the Melbourne festival but in the end the Berlin fest is the one more suited to my own work.
My mind was made up when I saw that the BPFF will be focusing extensively on the work of women. Over half of the submitted films were created by female filmmakers, which is unprecedented, I suspect. Even mainstream film festivals might be pushing to equal those numbers.
Better yet, the list of attendees is stellar and includes Candida Royalle, Petra Joy, Shine Louise Houston, Maria Beatty, Emilie Jouvet, Anna Brownfield (the Australian who made “The Band”), Anna Peak and BDSM mistress Julie Simone. I can’t wait to meet these amazing women and discuss the growing genre of porn for women and female-gaze porn.
On top of that there is the presentation of the Joy Award, created by Petra Joy to encourage female perspectives in porn. I’m looking forward to seeing the other the submissions to this competition (because yes, I’m submitting my own movies to it). Petra is presenting a workshop on erotic filmmaking at the festival. I’ll be attending that as well as Wendy Delorme’s fisting workshop.
AND there’s also a brand new erotic fiction festival running in conjunction – Erophil. This will look at erotic literature through films, lectures and professional discussions, including a trade fair. Very cool.
The opening night film at Erophil is Pasolini’s Salo: 120 Nights Of Sodom, a film that has a long history of censorship here in Australia. It’s currently banned so I relish the opportunity to thumb my nose at the government and see it, thus destroying my morals and sense of good and evil, as it will supposedly do. To be honest I’ll probably find it very unappealing but I’ll go and see it out of a sense of rebellion more than anything.
So… it’s gonna be a big week at the end of October and I don’t have much time to organise the trip. But I’m very excited about it and will be taking my camera to document the whole thing.


I’ve just finished watching the amazing documentary NA KAMALEI: The Men of Hula which charts the progress of a group of male Hawaiian hula dancers as they prepare for and compete in the national hula championship in 2005.
I must admit, it sounds a bit weird to the casual observer, but damn, the doco was amazing. I got to watch a bunch of buff guys without shirts performing ancient dance routines – complete with very sexy hip gyrations. It’s a compelling mix of masculinity and sensuality and it got me thinking about the way men aren’t really allowed to move their hips like that in our culture. It’s seen as less-than-manly somehow. Yet I found it to be completely attractive.
The men have to face down accusations that dancing hula is gay but there is nothing at all camp about it. The truth is that both men and women traditionally performed the hula and it was only in the 50s that it became feminised by Western culture. Male hula has undergone a revival in Hawaii in the last few years and it’s showcased annually in the Merrie Monarch Hula competition.
Check out the 2005 winners (and documentary subjects) here.
The 2009 winners are also fabulous, although their weird waist costumes aren’t as fab as the grass skirts.
Within 24 hours of one another I’ve received two emails saying my films have been accepted into two separate festivals: “That’s What I Like” will screen at the Berlin Porn Film Festival and also at the Sexy International Film Festival in Melbourne. The above short film “Paddling The Pink Canoe” has also been accepted at Melbourne.
The funny and frustrating thing is that both festivals are on at exactly the same time in October. While it would be easier and cheaper for me to go to the Australian one, I’d love to go to Berlin, especially because Petra Joy’s Joy Awards are also being announced and screened there.
In any case I’m thrilled to have been selected for these festivals and it makes me feel like a real filmmaker. It’s also great that there are these opportunities for positive adult and sex-oriented movies to be screened to festival audiences, showing that porn doesn’t have to be the same old cliched, offensive shit.
Meanwhile, I’m checking out airfares and weighing up my options.
New magazine Filament wants to put hard cocks in their next issue. Unfortunately the printers are refusing to come to the party, saying that “printing these images may offend women’s groups.” They’re now looking for another printer but need more cash so they’ve launched an “erection drive” in the hope of selling more issues.
We’re talking about fighting the system here girls! I can only applaud Suraya’s effort to get hard dicks onto magazine shelves.
Find out more here.
Here’s a short promo video with snippets from my movie “That’s What I Like” – available exclusively from For The Girls.