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Archive for November, 2010

It’s been a long time between drinks but I have finally gone out and done a bit of filming. As you can see, I was going for dramatic, artistic and erotic visuals. I have yet to do any editing but I can’t wait to put this together and put it on For The Girls. It doesn’t even have a title yet.

Enjoy. I’ll post more about this film when it’s closer to being finished.

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A few days ago I reviewed Match Mates, a new gonzo erotic film from British company Joybear Films. I had met Joybear’s owner Justin last year in Berlin but this was the first of his films I’d managed to find time to watch.

I really enjoyed it. It’s a full-on gonzo film where the director and camera are part of the action. What makes it different is that the director is female. Liselle Bailey used to be a teacher (as the Sun breathlessly reports) and Match Mates is her first film. She brings a fresh approach to the whole gonzo deal and I found it much less sleazy than most other porn films of the same genre. Also, the porn stars all have lovely English accents and they laugh a lot. This is a fun porn film that’s also very hot.

It’s great to see another female director bringing her unique vision to adult movies.

You’ll find my full review of Match Mates at For The Girls.

You can find Match Mates at Joybear or at Ms Naughty Store or Gamelink

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Love this little acapella song by Da Vinci’s Notebook. I can sing every word, though not as beautifully as these guys.

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This is a gorgeous short film that focuses on sensuality, flesh and breath. The cinematography is impressive. It’s one of the feature films at my site Sexy Short Films.

I’m still writing my book, I’m up to 26,000 words. I’m also preparing to shoot a short film as well as an upcoming photo shoot in December and it looks like the new member’s area of For The Girls is about to come to fruition. Then I have a conference to go to for a week at the end of this month.

November has become crazy. I’m probably not going to reach the 50,000 word deadline of the novel but I’m giving it a red hot go.

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I’m in love with this video: it’s called The Complete History Of The Soviet Union, Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris . Yes, strange, but very clever.

I’m posting this because I don’t have time to blog at the moment. I’ve decided to take part in National Novel Writing Month. I’ve got to have a 50,000 word novel written by November 30. Trouble is, I only started on November 7. So I’m kinda busy.

At the moment I’ve got about 15,000 words done and I’m really enjoying it. It’s been a while since I actually enjoyed writing anything so this is really good for me.

Of course, the blog suffers in the meantime but I’m sure you’ll forgive me. I’ll post a few skerricks of fun over the next few weeks so it doesn’t look too dead.

Wish me luck.

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It’s Movember and that means all over the world, guys are growing some lovely facial hair under their noses for a good cause, usually prostate cancer research. I think it’s fabulous and I enjoy seeing the hair-growing progress of my male friends as the month goes on.

There’s a certain air of irony to Movember. It seems to operate on the idea that a sane man wouldn’t ordinarily sport a moustache and that there’s something wrong with having hair on your upper lip. I’ve read comments that the end of Movember results in guys looking like pedophiles, as though the two things are synonymous.

This also ties in with a general squeamishness in Western society surrounding the beard. I know a lot of women don’t consider them to be very sexy. There are also certain facial hair styles considered to be very untrustworthy, as this chart reveals.

I thought I’d stand up and say that I, for one, am partial to a bit of facial hair, particularly to a nicely trimmed goatee or stubble. This may well be because my husband sports a beard and has ever since I’ve known him, but I do like the definition that facial hair can give to a man’s face.

And, from a philosophical standpoint, we women shouldn’t be so picky about whether a man decides to grow a beard or not. The right of women to not shave their body hair has been a longstanding feminist battle; we should extend the same freedom to men.

Thus, I thought I’d do a pictorial post praising the sexiness of beards, moustaches, goatees and facial hair.

First, some celebrity facial hair:

Tom Selleck as Magnum PI – the original and best moustache. And look at that fabulous hairy chest.

George Michael originally made designer stubble cool. And damn, wasn’t he good looking before all that nasty plastic surgery?

Burt Reynolds showed off his mo in the first ever male centerfold. Now that’s a bearskin rug.

I’ve always found Billy Connolly to be very sexy. Add purple into the equation and he’s glorious.

Viggo Mortensen made us all long for wild hair and unkempt beards.

George Clooney’s beard makes him look distinguised AND handsome.

I was going to put one of Sean’s more regal beard pics in here… but I just couldn’t resist this photo from Zardoz.

Johnny Depp. Need I say more?

Oh wait…

I rest my case.

And now, some beefcake with beards for your ogling pleasure. Some of these pics are old but they’re also favourites of mine:

PS. A bit of fun – check out these celebrity pics that have been photoshopped so they’ve got beards.

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This happened two nights ago.

It was a balmy evening by the beach and we were heading off from the caravan park to have dinner at a nearby restaurant.

As we headed for the exit we noticed a young woman walking quickly away from a man muttering “fuck off!” She started to run into the main area of the park. She and the man were followed by two other people (as we found out later, the caravan park attendants) who were calling to the woman, trying to get her away from the guy.

It became apparent that it was a chase and that the woman was very scared.

My husband turned and went after them while I stayed back out of the way. Moments later, the guy was being held down by my husband, the caravan park guy and two others who had rushed over to help. The woman, apparently the target of a rape attempt, ran off and we didn’t see her again.

The very drunk or drugged would-be rapist swore, struggled and yelled his guts out until the police arrived, at which point we left them to it and went to dinner, discussing what had happened. My husband’s karate skills had been put to good use and I felt glad that he’d stepped in and stopped something awful from happening.

As we returned from dinner, we encountered the caravan park guy again.

Now, I should say here that I wasn’t very keen on this guy to begin with because he was a rule Nazi, was wearing a fairly sexist T-shirt when we arrived and seemed fairly light on for intelligence. The conversation we had after we got back confirmed this.

“Do you think the police will want to talk to me about this?” my husband asked.

“Nah, mate,” the caravan park attendant said. “They’ll get him for drunk and disorderly. I don’t like people disturbing the customers like that.”

“Well,” said my husband, “at least we stopped him. He looked like he wanted to rape that girl.”

“Yeah, well, she must have egged him on, I reckon.”

At first I couldn’t believe the idiot had just said what he’d said. Not two hours ago he’d been instrumental in physically restraining a man who obviously planned to attack the fleeing woman. Then he’d assisted in the arrest of that guy. And yet this numbnut had already decided that the woman was probably at fault somehow. And that the more worrying issue was a drunk guy waking up the people in caravans.

I should have told him he was a fucking idiot. Instead I just walked away, angry. My husband was good enough to say: “Well, no means no and she definitely wanted nothing to do with him.” But the caravan park guy wasn’t the slightest bit convinced.

I have an awful feeling that this attitude isn’t rare. And from now on, when feminists talk about “rape culture”, I’m going to think of this incident. Because apparently it doesn’t matter if you’re running away screaming from a rapist, it’s still somehow your fault.

Unbelieveable.

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Brooklyn, the haughty, dominant lesbian pauses in her frantic fisting and then whispers in the ear of Vai, her moaning, submissive female partner. She points to the toilet her lover is leaning on.

Brooklyn nods. And so the eager submissive lifts the lid and places her face into the toilet, her hair dropping into the water as Brooklyn fucks her hard with a strapon.

When I started watching Tight Places, the new queer film from Good Releasing, I expected to see fisting, strapon sucking and female ejaculation, the sort of sex that is par for the course in this kind of authentic lesbian/queer porn. What I didn’t expect was a scene that raises questions about personal taste and provides grist for the debate surrounding the “degrading” nature of pornography.

Right now, anti-porn activist Gail Dines is touring the world, marketing her book that agues that porn has “hijacked men’s sexuality.” She maintains that the current crop of porn websites and movies is far more sexist and degrading to women than ever before. She cherry-picks examples from the dark alleys of internet porn to illustrate her point. One of the regular things she mentions are sites where women’s heads are pushed into toilet bowls while they’re fucked.

How interesting, then, to encounter the very same sex act in a film that aims to be feminist, sex positive and queer- and female- friendly; a movie that features a cast of lesbians and trans-identified people but doesn’t star a single straight man.

Clearly, this movie is not following Gail Dines’ script.

I must confess to being more than a little squicked out by the scene itself. Watching someone being fucked while their head is in a toilet bowl is definitely not my bag, baby. Indeed, I found it to be rather disturbing, perhaps because this act has so many negative connotations involved. For a start, it’s just not a nice physical position to be in, as most of us who’ve suffered bad hangovers can attest. It’s hard to put yourself in her place and not feel a little, well, nauseous.

Beyond that, it has very negative philosophical associations. I’ve only ever seen it in porn that’s very abusive and hateful towards women – exactly the kind of porn that Gail Dines says is “standard” in the industry (not really true, but that’s an argument for another day). I’ve always found those sites to be pretty disgusting and avoided them if possible, so it’s confronting to find this kind of thing in a female-friendly movie. It took me out of the moment, making me analyse the politics of it all rather than simply enjoying the scene.

And the politics are pretty interesting. Because this scene is a perfect example of how consent and intent make all the difference.

Though I was personally turned off by the sex act portrayed, there is actually nothing wrong with the scene itself. Both performers consented to being in the scene and, once it’s underway, Vai voluntarily puts her head in the toilet bowl. Indeed, it seems to increase her physical pleasure by ramping up the psychological arousal. Her partner may have done it to degrade her but the intent is benign; Brooklyn seeks to get her partner off rather than to exert power or make her look or feel bad.

It’s an important difference and one that pro-porn feminists are doing their best to illustrate. It’s not the sex acts that are important, it’s the ethics of consent and how the performers are treated.

If the goal is consensual female pleasure, who cares how the results are achieved?
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The rest of my review of Tight Places appears at For The Girls this week. In case you’re wondering, I did enjoy the rest of it – the sex is authentic and hot.

I watched Tight Places courtesy of Good Vibrations.

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