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Archive for January, 2011

I seem to be doing a lot of travelling and going offline. I’m doing it again now – I have a wedding to attend 2000km away and I’m driving down there. Plus I’m going to see Sting which will be great. I’ve been to every concert of his in Australia since 1993.

So the poor blog is neglected again. I’m sure you’ll understand. Please, have a look at past posts or enjoy the free porn in the links area.

Or check out Porn Movies For Women if you’re after quality women’s erotica on film.

When I get back I’m doing a presentation on porn for women at the Erotics Conference in Brisbane. I’ve managed to write my speech but I still have to practice it. Given I’m used to sitting alone in my office not talking to people for days on end, this will be a challenge. Still, I’m looking forward to meeting lots of fabulous academics who have studied erotic work and also getting together with fellow pornographers and dirty pervs for a few drinks. Will be nice to do it in Australia, for once.

Cheers.

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Last month we did a major photoshoot with a lovely selection of male models. We had them posing in various sexy positions and I also took the opportunity to try and re-create famous artwork and sculptures. Thus, I want to share with you an image of the lovely Martin who is our centerfold at For The Girls this month:

We got him to pose in a similar position to that of Titian’s reclining Venus of Urbino.

Titian’s painting is famous because it shows the female nude looking straight at the viewer rather than modestly dropping her gaze. It is considered to be an overtly sexual painting because of that aspect. I thought it would be fun to create an inverse representation, where it’s a guy who is reclining, waiting to be desired but also returning the gaze.

I almost got it right although we didn’t get his body position correct. He should have been leaning back on the couch a bit more. We didn’t spend very long getting the photo so I wasn’t being a perfectionist with the pose. Still, I had fun editing it in photoshop, adding the background and making it look painterly. I was quite pleased with the end result.

So imagine my surprise when, as part of my research into the history of women’s porn, I finally found a pic of Jack Thompson’s centerfold in Cleo (November 1972).

They’d already been there, done that, the year before I was born. Maybe there is nothing new under the sun. I honestly didn’t know about this pic when I decided to create my “Martin of Urbino” image. Perhaps it shows some kind of common desire to make the male nude into an artistic edifice.

In any case, I had a bit more fun with photoshop and put Martin into Manet’s Olympia.

Olympia is considered to be based on Titian’s Venus. It was deliberately provocative because it went a step further with sexual desire and depicted a prostitute rather than the mythical goddess of love.

While the history of art is resplendent with depictions of the nude, there are few images or sculptures that present us with a woman’s perspective. Female nudes often exist to please the male eye or to depict an idealised idea of femininity. Male nudes are either studies in anatomy or distinctly homoerotic. There’s no tradition of the female gaze in art, at least in the recognised canon. I think that’s why it’s fun to mess around with old masterpieces.

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Adam Levine, singer from band Maroon 5, has posed almost nude for Cosmopolitan. So naturally the pic is all over the internet. I thought I’d join in the fun, purely to offer a bit of eye candy. Apparently the hands belong to his girlfriend.

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So while I’ve been off enjoying a break and then enduring flooding, anti-porn author Gail Dines has continued to wave her promotional flag, heavy as it is with assumptions and untruths. Unfortunately The Guardian likes to give her lots of space to do this. Her latest salvo was from the AVN expo in Las Vegas. Aside from her usual generalisations, she offered this particuarlly offensive paragraph:

One of the seminars at this year’s expo is called In the Company of Women. Here academics will mix with pornographers to share ideas on how to develop niche products targeted to women. I’m sure there will be lots of talk about how women can be empowered by watching porn, because the pornographers, being the savvy businessmen they are, like nothing more than telling women that porn is actually good for them. This is their “trick”, and one we must resist if we want to replace the plasticised, formulaic and generic images of the pornographers with an authentic sexuality based on our own experiences, longings, and desires.

Gail Dines seems to think that the porn industry is exclusively run by men and that attempting to create erotica for women is some kind of dirty capitalist trick to fool women.

As a woman who has worked for ten years to create alternative porn that does depict our own experiences, longings and desires, I feel pretty pissed off at this ridiculous claim. And no doubt all the other female directors and webmasters and happy porn performers would agree. I originally discovered this article via British filmmaker Petra Joy who wrote:

It negates the existence of any female porn directors, events such as the feminist porn awards and also the (increasing) number of women who enjoy watching porn. This article therefore victimizes and patronizes all women. It is an angle on porn which is very dated, stuck in the eighties, rather than embracing all the new trends in porn.

What about the women who choose to express themselves in porn or the women who watch and enjoy porn because it inspires them or turns them on? Gail says we do not exist and all porn is bad when she has only seen the tip of the iceberg. If you go to the most commercial adult event on the planet such as the AVN show, don’t be surprised if you get the ultra mainstream and commercial end of the stick.

Meanwhile, Violet Blue has pointed me towards an opinion piece in Salon which says that many women aren’t “pornified” as the commentators would suggest. They make their own decisions and many aren’t very interested in porn at all.

Those of us in our 20s and early 30s who were the first to come of age with free hardcore porn at our fingertips were said to be taking pole-dancing classes, waxing our nether regions and sticking our tongues down each other’s throats for show. We were supposedly “having sex like men” and “screwing like porn stars.” Our sexual coat of arms would feature a “Girls Gone Wild” T-shirt, a stripper heel and a MacBook live-streaming hardcore action. There is some truth there — yet many young women are remarkably unfamiliar with actual porn, and a gulf still remains between the sexes in talking about it.

Given that the article by Gail Dines relates an unsupported anecdote about women using pubic hair to avoid sex, Salon makes a good point. There’s plenty of moral panic about the idea that women are being persuaded to do porny things in the bedroom against their will, but is it really true? Where’s the evidence?

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I’m flooded in.

I haven’t been posting on my blog or doing much work lately because I’ve a) been on holidays and b) have been very distracted by an unfolding natural disaster over the last few days. Where I live in Australia is suffering the worst flooding in many years. I’m safe but all the roads into my town are cut by floodwater. And yesterday things became so much worse with flash flooding (see above) and drownings further south. Brisbane is due to be seriously flooded tomorrow and Thursday.

The disaster is huge in scale and heartbreaking for so many.

Today, however, there was a more quiet, sad moment. We went down to the water’s edge where the flood is very slowly receding. There an ambulance crew were delivering the body of someone who had died, handing over the maroon-wrapped bundle to the SES emergency workers. They put the body in a small boat and ferried it across the huge, brown, swollen river, presumably to the morgue.

The death was of natural causes, as far as I know. Even in major emergencies, life – and death – goes on.

The scene had echoes of the tale of the River Styx and the robed ferryman awaiting his toll. But I also found myself thinking of Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem, The Lady of Shallott. And reading that romantic piece of writing, I felt moved to post it here. I don’t have prayers to offer people caught up in the floods but I do want to say I’m thinking of them. And a beautiful piece of writing is always better than a prayer.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower’d Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance –
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right –
The leaves upon her falling light –
Thro’ the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”

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