The missing link in sudden counter culture. |
In my puberty, I was excited by PlayBoy centerfolds. And then I discovered vintage Betty Page bondage magazines. I had my dad's projector for super 8 Betty Page classics. The VHS would be invented while I was in college. There is something more erotic about super 8-millimeter porn. I have a range of interests. A German film nuare, Chocolate intrigued me. A curvaceous lady pastry chef has the idea to mix her poop with her chocolate pastries. Her chocolate becomes very popular and she has to hire more sexy girls to poop in her vats of chocolate. Finally, the most renowned chocolate connoisseurs ensemble about a table in her kitchen to judge her chocolate. The pastry chef steps up on the table poops on each of their plates. Then, her assistants poor out chocolate on top of the poop. The critics go mad over her chocolate and stuff their faces. I enjoyed watching critics eating poop. And then there is Jeny Smith, who simply walks about in public nude or in transparent blouses and leggings. There is no sex. She does public nude modeling. It's just simple exhibitionism. And it is fun to see the reaction from a passerby. She'll walk about a park in high heels and jacket and no other clothing. Groups of tourists take pictures. Am I a pervert? I just like to watch erotica. The documentary CRUMB is very good and naughty. It's about an underground cartoonist, who draws erotic cartoons, like Fritz the Cat. If you use your imagination in your sexual fantasies, you're a pervert. Polite sex is boring. :) (*)(*) (: Muzzy |