Intimidation Vs. Serious Business

Porn is one of the businesses that you can’t fuck around with. I mean, sure you get your goofy actors and your moron cameramen on occasion, but you don’t fuck around when it comes to the business, you’re in it to make money and that’s what matters most…besides the good pussy.

Take stupid people for instance.

Stupid people will take pride in the fact that they are stupid. They say one thing and then puss out of it. They try one thing and then puss out of it. They promise something and then puss out of it. It gets to a point that any attempt at them being serious turns into a laughable matter that you just can’t help but imagine breaking their dick off and shoving it down their throat until they cum on their lungs.

When you make pornography, you’re making it enjoyable for everyone. And while those niche bangers out there will probably get pissy over this statement, it has to be said:


It’s a joke. It makes everything a joke. It makes the people look like jokes. It makes stupid people look smart. And worst of all, there’s nothing remotely watchable about the situation. It’s just a mess…

I’ve seen orgies with better value than most of that worthless shit. It’s a puss out. They puss out and expect everyone else to pick up the pieces or feel bad for them.

Here’s a piece of threatening advice: STOP PUSSING OUT YOU FUCKING CUNTS!

(On a more enthralling review, anyone catch the film, Deep Throat? Yeah, that famous film from the ’70s. It’s a real gem. Linda Lovelace and Harry Reems FTW!)


Why Can’t We Suck Ourselves Off?

It’s a simple enough question, isn’t it?

Why can’t life be easy and self-gratifying?

I mean, as life goes on and things get harder, sometimes I wonder if knees are going to break under the pressure of carrying the fuckin’ world on my back. Even now as I write this, I am wondering what is going on with mankind. The rich are running the world, the poor are pissing it away, and the nerds are needling their paths towards either direction. I can say that I fit into that middle portion.

Unfortunately, I can’t say that I have often tried to suck my own cock with much success. It’s just not a normal thing to do, unless your name is Ron and you come from New York…and even then, it only lasts for a while until time catches up with you. Oy gevalt…that’s why I often turn to pornography. It might be a hated subject, but you know, most good things in life are hated by the Conservative wingnuts who have little to say beyond, “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

So, you may ask, how can we fix that issue??

Simple, such each other off and move along. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, but that doesn’t mean we have to go through life trying to stab out our friends. More so, we just stab out the freaks that hold their reigns over us and tell us to pull their plump tuchases around the world.

So I say let them tell me not to watch porn. I’ll do it with both middle fingers raised. If you think you can agree with that idea, then welcome aboard. If not,



(Oh, and on a side-note, check out anything with Anthony Rosano, definitely a good friend and great adult star. *****)

A Review of Fifty Shades of Shit

….oh, apparently, it’s Fifty Shades of Grey. I think my title actually works better.

Okay, so for those of you who don’t know, some British human decided to write a fanfic that later turned into a popular project and then after some creative touch-ups (aka name-changing), she published it and it took the world by storm.

Needless to say, sequels followed and like most Hollywood crapfests, it was turned into a film franchise. Why does this sound familiar?


Nothing for nothing, but if you deem this work as any kind of pornographic, you need to go back in the closet and mind your read your bible. This is a sad look into some kind of activity that someone had the guts to declare BDSM. For those not in the know, BDSM stand for: Bondage/Domination/Sadism/Masochism.

In this case, it stands for: Bull/Dick/Shit/Mess!

There is nothing redeeming about this film, much less about the blatant rip-off that it is and the details that they failed to put in for any real acknowledgment of BDSM-lifestyles is enough to kill your boner and leave you with a headache before you had the chance to disappoint your wife/husband. No judgment.