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This reminds me of Nan Goldin’s work although I am reasonably certain it isn’t hers.

To the best of my knowledge, Goldin used color slide film exclusively. (I vaguely remember that she now uses digital–which makes sense given the gritty immediacy she trades in.)

That it’s B&W would be a huge departure for her.

Also, the orientation of the couple to the space they’re inhabiting is a bit over-stylized–the way her body enters the frame at a slant gives a sense of dynamic left-to-right leaning in, which in turn contributes to a physical sense of forward motion into the cocksucking motion–despite the fact that she’s pretty clearly moving her mouth up the length of the boy’s erection not down it. (That tension between bending in and pulling away, makes it feel a bit like a gif despite the fact that it’s a single frame.)

Again, though: there’s a way in which this image doesn’t seem to be for or about the viewer–it’s merely something the viewer has been deemed lucky enough to witness second hand. (And in that way, it’s also very much like Goldin’s work.)

Murielle Scherre – J’fais du porno et j’aime ça (2009)

If you’ve followed this blog for any time, you’ll have likely figured out that one of my primary fixations is how the alleged dichotomy between porn and art is total horse shit.

And I’m not imply that this is art–wherever it’s from, some thought went into making it (both the original scene and the subsequent gif loop).

But it raises an interesting point by implication or does so for me; namely: how depressingly formulaic depictions of sexuality tend to be in the cinema.

Its a nuanced, multi-valent consideration what with the dearth of any substantive male nudity to speak of. (Not looking at you, Tom Hardy. Keep up the excellent work, sir.)

But while we are getting more hanging dong, it’s mostly flaccid, incidental dick. Whereas you can bet that if a woman is naked in a film that she’s either just had sex with a man or is about to have sex with a man. It’s wearying.

And then there’s the chaste way that sex scenes are shot: the viewer is offered a view of the action including a full view of the woman with enough suggestive footage to make sure it’s clear what’s happening and then cut to post-coitus.

I guess that’s why I’ve always appreciate Lars von Trier. The way he shoots sex scenes is always slightly salacious but at the same time at least honest about human curiosity.

Ultimately, that’s what I like about this loop. It’s not subtle. You see a hard cock being fellated but the way it’s put together gives it a context, i.e. a couple in a movie theater.

I, for one, would love to start seeing sex scenes like this in R-rated films. Because yes, we do absolutely need to start creating a place for non-sexualized female nudity; but at the same time we need to balance out the historical tendency of editing out phalluses.

Source: chromatic-porn

kalkibodhi:

Easing into the scene

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I don’t usually post flat out porn but I find something about this impressive.

It’s not the composition. A full third of the frame has been cropped out and although I loathe cropping, in this case it’s a vast improvement.

Still, the best bokeh in the world can’t mask the dead light of a rented-for-the-day Hollywood Hills mansion.

What’s more the framing is too close to ground the participants in their environment and too far away to really get an eyeful of the action.

I won’t bother going into the relationship of proximity to the action–beyond a certain point the camera ceases to be independent from the action it’s recording. The trouble with that is the camera is fundamentally incapable of participating in the action. (Ask: were I standing at the distance the camera is would I be watching the proceedings or would I be a part of them.)

There’s the stereotypical absence of body hair–totally your choice if that’s how you are comfortable but, for my part, I resent the implication that smoothly shaved genitals and underarms are the norm.

Also, despite my ironic discovery that I am really into at least the notion of group sex, I am somewhat put off by threesomes. Excluding MMM and FFF (which I didn’t even know was a thing until last week), FMM and FFM threesomes tend toward degrees patriarchal heteronormativity and lipstick lesbianism that I like to convince myself don’t really exist.

For example: dude bros high-fiving over some young woman’s back, the it’s not gay as long as our dicks don’t touch mentalities or the way FFM fantasies are inextricably embedded in the weave of patriarchy.

If women could bring strap-ons to the party or a boy would eat a dick or take it in the ass, I would be all over threesomes. (Although I admit I despise slut-shaming so overwhelmingly that a part of me really digs that FMM pairings result in a +2 partners for the woman; while each boy only gets a +1.)

All that notwithstanding, the sex portrayed here avoids the appearance of mechanization. Note: how the boy on bottom’s mouth hangs open–already beginning to recite baseball statistics in his head; his eyes open only enough to trace his erection from its based until it disappears below the cleft in young woman’s ass. For her part, she looks as if she actually really wants to give head to this muscle-y gent–she uses her hands to stroke his shaft and tug on his testicles.

This lacks the rote performance of pleasure as result of mechanical repetition that ruins 90% of porn for me. And while it does occur to me that it is unlikely the scene ends in mutual pleasure for all parties, what strikes me is in spite of the pornographic trappings, there is a a feeling that at the least this woman is respected by these men; they may even acknowledge her as capable of deriving pleasure from this exchange.

I am not sure I could articulate how I jumped to such a conclusion. Yet, I do find it interesting that–not that it is degrading for a woman to have a man ejaculate on her face if that’s something she wants–but if you look at the other sample images from this scene the muscle bound guy pulls out and comes on the her stomach while the other boy spills himself onto her breasts.

Source: st8guy4mf

letmedothis:

let me give you a taste

I posted an image featuring this pair back in early December. 

It’s cropped and the colors were mangled to hell—can someone explain to me Tumblr’s pervasive affection for the offset slider? I continue to dig that image and stand by my original comments.

Thus I was excited to happen upon another image featuring the same pair even if it was clear although the colors were better the composition was decidedly less inspired. Still, I have do have a soft spot for erotic imagery that leaves the man more exposed than the woman.

Then I noticed the boy’s expression which reads to me as a sort of haughty bitch-why-aren’t-you-deep-throating-my-shit-already pout. Uh, hello Fuckwit. She has her soft, warm tongue on the most sensitive part of your anatomy. Please die. Now.

I should have left it at that. But no, I am trying to be a more thorough curator. I just had to query TinEye.

And le sigh, it’s true the images are part of a series. It’s hosted on BeataPorn. (There’s a FREE PREVIEW of the series but probably unnecessary spoiler: it’s the same old eyes-bleeding-from-uninspired-repetition-of-the-routinzed-hetero-normative suck-and-fuck charade.)

Source: letmedothis.com

I’m iffy—at best—when it comes to choking and the whole glory hole fantasy is something I fail to understand (but to each her/his/their own).

All that is fine—what bothers me is removed as this image is any context, all that can be said is that it depicts reasonably rough sex; reasonably rough sex which the viewer must assumes is consensual based upon the mise-en-scene, gestures and expressions. In other words: non-verbal cues.

This is hugely fucking problematic. Consent CANNOT be assumed; it must be verbal, explicit.

But there’s also the fact that as much as the ambiguity surrounding consent in this image makes me uncomfortable; it also really turns me on.

As previously noted, I have a great deal of trouble navigating the boundaries. For example: if someone can touch me without causing me to completely freak the fuck out, then there’s a part of me that sees my body as belonging to her just as much as it does me.

It makes me sound irrevocably fucked in the head but if someone can hug me then if they wanted they could touch me like this too, or circle their hands round my neck as they push my face hard against a wall and who knows what else.

I trust wholly or not at all.

[If anyone happens to know, I am very interested in discovering the identity of whomever made this image.]

Source: tenderandhard