Tag: gif exception

Source unknown – Title unknown (20XX)

Even though I suspect this is a composite–the dust scratches are not on the wall and they would necessarily move if that part of the frame were not a single repeating still frame; the wall and mirror are a mask, the mirror is transparent and footage of the masturbating boy has been strategically placed in such a way so as to appear as if reflected–it’s gorgeous.

Try an experiment: using both hands block your view of everything but the boy. Watch for a moment; then remove your hands. Note how the sense of vague exhibitionism disappears and a sense of voyeurism permeates as you consider the scene in totality.

Also, I like that he’s already orgasmed (you can see traces of semen on his abdomen), but he’s still stroking vigorously.

Source: gaydanishpleasure

I Feel Myself – The Procedure featuring Strawberry (2011)

I have no idea where this is from and that’s sad because there is so, so much to love about it.

The initial overhead shot establishes a sort of dreamlike space. We’re watching a surgery being performed. Not how there’s a ‘nurse’ stroking the patients hair and that same stroke shifts with the cut in the second frame to a sort of fever dream where instead of a surgical procedure there’s a scene where the patient is being sexual stimulated. It’s disquieting; but the oneiric feel is carried over by the comforting hand shifting to more carnal caresses and the scene plays out like a twisted mix between a fever dream and anesthetic hallucination.

It strikes me that the feeling this imparts is what Inside Flesh is asymptotally approaching–never quite arriving because they get so caught up in the aesthetic element of their nightmarish perversions. This certain lacks the expansive production design but it embraces it’s lo-fi limitations and pulls together something that is compelling and uncomfortably arousing.

Source: pleasuretorture

Source unknown – Title unknown (20XX)

When ever someone tells me: you write well. I always kind of look around with an expression like: I do?

It’s not that my grammar is atrocious–I made it through to my senior year in high school without ever being taught anything about the mechanics of writing. (My senior AP English teacher tried but eventually gave up and instead taught me how to hear something wrong in a sentence–which doesn’t really help as I am too impatient too go back and read 90% of what I write out loud after I finish it.)

But, writing is actually a painful process for me. I don’t particularly care for it but my soul demands it. What finds its way out onto the paper is usually such a poor approximation of the thoughts I struggle to fit to words.

The reason I mention all this is because for all my awkwardness and social phobias, I’m more comfortable with gestures–specifically using touch as a means of bridging the gaps between words and thought.

A hand placed on an arm in an unpremeditated way can have the effect that stylists will tell you saying the name of the person to whom you are writing can have in fomenting intimacy.

A hug can been domineering, as a means of trying to draw someone out of an emotional morass, and (counter-intuitively) a way of giving yourself permission to let go of someone.

Meeting others who speak this language of–for lack of a better term–gestures, is rare. They are always fighting to convey something of the immense silences of being a person who has lost full access to their first language and instead always fumbles for the almost right words in a faulty second tongue.

I love this .gif because of the way his lips twist at the most sensitive spot. The way the coating of saliva on the cock glistens. But most of all I have the way the stroking hand says all at once: “what you are doing to me feels divine” and “your skin is beautiful and soft” and “every part of you belongs to me”.

:::shivers:::

Brian’s Dick – cumshot (2015)

This is beautiful and I have all kinds of (effing intense) thoughts/feels about it.

In content and form, it’s not really all that different from scads of other ejaculating phallus images floating around Tumblr; it’s the execution that distinguishes it.

Note the positioning of the body–angled toward the suffused daylight and the off-center framing of the cock demonstrates a foundation with the basics of compositional logic. Points have to be subtracted for chopping off the head, arms and legs, though. I abide concerns for remaining anonymous when putting such content on the interwebz, but finding creative ways to accomplish the same thing without decapitation/amputation is always possible and will categorically result in stronger images.

However, this gifset does something better than any similar images I’ve previously encountered. Watch how the subject quickly moves his hand aside as he starts to come. This movement decouples masturbation as process resulting in orgasm and instead focuses on the mechanics of ejaculation.

One of my pervasive critiques of mainstream, heteronormative porn is the at best inevitability and at worst monotony of the proceedings. The premise itself–namely: watching folks give and receive pleasure–leaves a great bit of room for beauty.

Sadly, as things diverge from documentation as a means of facilitating empathetic experience and becomes instead a fantasy fueled by a vampiric voyuerism, that’s where objectification and exploitation begin to intrude.

The empathy of this set is actually disarming. It takes a clear, unflinching portrayal of orgasm and renders it not about the viewer–in the stupid way some folks will send unsolicited nudes to a potential paramour as a sort of evidence of attraction–and instead something shared with the viewer.

In a less abstract way: it’s difficult to look at this and not relate to the sensual nature of what it depicts. In that way it functions in a vaguely synesthetic fashion: conflating seeing something with an inkling of the feeling of it.

Source: briansdick

Source unknown – Title unknown (date unknown)

mullets-make-me-moist:

It’s the hand on the thigh that kills me tbh

When it comes to response to sexual pleasure, bodies are not unlike musical instruments–some just line the sweet spots up beneath certain hands differently, others “you can’t love… until [they’ve] broken your heart a few hundred times.“

So while a big part of what gets me about this is how angrily red his erection is–like in my experience it takes a good long bit of stimulation to achieve that color, mullets-make-me-moist is astute in drawing attention to the hands–the correlation between the way they move over this boy’s body and the way a theramin player performs is damn uncanny.

Source unknown – Title Unknown (201X)

Giving or receiving assplay of any sort is not exactly my cup of tea. But on a limited experimental level I’m down for just about anything except anilingus.

I do have a teensy fetish for pegging imagery. Less for the act depicted and more for the inherent gender-fuckery and while the power/control vs submission of BDSM tends to be a huge turn off for me, there’s a sense of being completely at someone else’s mercy that appeals to me.

In the case of this clip, I love that his touching and she’s caressing him. The smirk on her face as she thrusts suddenly and then savors his response is exquisite.

The same expression also makes me inconsolably sad. The only sexual pleasure I’ve experienced for just shy of the last six years has been self-driven. And one of the primary differences between masturbation and sexual intercourse, is that with the former there’s inevitably a point beyond which one cannot advance–not unlike the impossibility of self-tickling; but with (a) sexual partner(s), boundaries tend to stretch until they shatter completely.

Source: straponleevie

X-Art – My Best Friend’s Boyfriend feat. Katka and Mikah  (2011)

There are like a fucking million and half things I don’t like about this scene. Let’s start with the fact that it typifies the heteronormative porn trope that all women are bisexual and the cisgender male gets to reap the benefits. (And that’s not to shame any sort of bisexual women who have negotiated consensual best girlfriend sharing with their boyfriend arrangements–I say more power to y’all.)

I don’t like the implicit assumption and the subsequent straight cismale entitlement is particularly intolerable.

Honestly, those more social justice oriented objections get the volume turned way the fuck down on them–at least in this gif, less so in the full scene–because I’m so fucking captivated by the reverence with which Katka watches Mikah and her open and unselfconscious masturbatory response. (I think that’s part of the attraction I have to group sex scenarios, the notion of being in a safe space where you are invited to contribute your own individual sexual expression in a fully consensual and accepting environment is a big part of why I bother with this blog–as it allows me to express thoughts and facets of my identity for which there is no outlet in my life AFK.)

I know it’s staged in such a way that she’s splayed out for the benefit of the stud and the traditional male gaze but her authenticity subverts all that–at least for me.

X-Art – Young Love featuring Maryjane (2011)

If you want you can watch a lo-res upload of the full scene here.

You don’t need to, though. No, really: you don’t–whomever curated this .gif set pretty much grabbed all the best bits.

I’m posting it here for several reasons. While it’s certainly not as pretty as the Sex Art scene with Silvie Deluxe and Whitney Conroy (I’ll honestly never understand the Janusz Kaminski wall of super white light aesthetic… shit PISSES me off)–and glosses over any explanation of who these characters are and how they relate to each other when they aren’t fucking–this scene manages to be extremely graphic and heteronormative without making me feel super skived out.

I think it’s beyond dumb that he pulls the I’m going down on you so you’ll return the favor bullshit typical straight boy routine. And I appreciate any straight porn where the stud getting off doesn’t involve a facial. However, by the same token, it’s really awkward the way you don’t even know he’s jizzed until the tacked on post-coital cuddling. I mean the typical male gender role demands a certain stoicism, but damn boy–would it kill you to vocalize a little? It’s not as if her parents are in the next room.

Le sigh.

Bienvenido Cruz – 2.7323 (2014)

Have you seen Cruz’s Hell Is Other People 2 series yet?!?!! It’s so v. very fucking fabulous.

In fact, it’s so fucking fabulous that I’m forsaking the rule where I never post more than one .gif for every ten still images to post this.

The ramped grade along the back drop, tonal separation between the edge of the table and the wall and Ms. Damage’s pose/expression are pitch perfect.

The drumming fingers contribute unexpected movement while hinting at a sense of frustration but there’s something whimsical, perhaps even playful about the movement in such a stark image.

I don’t want to date myself–but hey, no one else appears interested so I suppose I might as well: this image reminds me of that Far Side where a guy sitting at a table is juggling several rubber balls with his left hand; covertly, his right hand scrawls on a sheet of paper: Tonight I strike…Death to the Left Hand! Death! Death! Death! The accompanying caption reads: Innocent and carefree, Stuart’s left hand didn’t know what the right was doing.

Source: b-cruz.com