The
porn stacking up around me seems to dissolve, leaving
me here at three in the morning feeling numb. It can't
possibly be another lonely night when I'm surrounded
by Polina, Lola, Justina, Sindi, Leila and Karina getting
every ripple of their twats reamed in BEAUTIFUL
GIRLS 9. Might I be in denial? Can this frazzled
fucking replete with reverse gang bangs, admittedly
a substitute for the real thing, be keeping me sequestered
in bed with the spilled remains of a wine bottle soaking
into the carpet?
Unequivocally
yes.
But
I'd call it solitude rather than loneliness. Solitude
is being at peace with yourself while recognizing that
the wreckage and ruin you've made of your life are part
of the human carnival that cannot be escaped. So you
keep pushing on. Whatever it is that circumscribes my
life as I've gotten older, loneliness is not something
that imprisons me. Lack of money certainly does. But
had money ever motivated me the last thing I would have
done is try to make a living writing.
I
enjoy laying siege to porn once a month because porn
has been wildly successful at capitalizing on the wreckage
and ruin and loneliness of men's lives. So it makes
perfect sense that a film director works up scenes where
Kimmy, Jody and Cheryl get their holes blown out in
DOUBLE PENETRATION 
VIRGINS,
or Randy Spears, after attending a funeral, catches
Renee LaRue's eye and then fucks her in the cemetery
in HEAVEN'S REVENGE.
Sometimes
porn takes itself too seriously, though I'm never sure
if the porn kings really mean it or if they feel a legal
fig leaf is necessary now that John Ashcroft's Justice
Department is making noises about evil producers of
sexual filth undermining the American Way of Life, a
very old attack that is sure to fail. JM Productions,
the company that released Double Penetration Virgins,
has this "notice to consumers" on all their DVD's: "The
video you are about to watch presents fictional accounts
of sexual relationships. It was designed to stimulate
and enhance your sexual enjoyment as well as to inform
and educate."
Watching
cum being splattered on a girl's tongue and a crescendo
of gaping assholes plummeted by Doc Johnson's missile
vibe--a ten-inch red plastic phallus embedded with glitter
flecks and a platoon of wood boys--doesn't strike me
as informative and educational. But it sure does express
some powerful deep-rooted urges viewers need to have
gratified.
Saddam
Hussein's son, Odai, wanted very much to be informed
and educated. The American troops crashed into his
palace and found the walls of his gym plastered with
photos of women downloaded from the Internet. The
genocidal asshole had so much money he leaned more
toward hookers than porn. He even had a black book
with hundreds of names of women along with ratings
for each one. His warehouse was filled with a million
dollars worth of booze and six bags of heroin. He
was also in charge of a secret police squad that tracked
down hookers who were then publicly executed with
a bullet in the head. Hey, we got hypocritical preachers
and politicians in this country, but at least they
end up looking bad and the hooker usually ends up
making some bucks with a tell-all story and a brief
moment of fame on the tube.
I'd like to see Ashley Blue take on Odai the way she
does in GIRLVERT 2. "I'm here to degrade
people for my pleasure," 
she
says. And indeed she does. Mainly she humiliates other
women, jumping on them with her strap-on and shoving
dildos down their throats. "C'mon you doggy bitch,
take it all the way down, gag on it, choke on it bitch.
You fucking little pig, you want to be abused right?
I'll choke you till you pass out."
Eating Fried Pork Skins out of a bag and stomping
her boot on someone's face comes naturally to Ashley.
With her low-life fuck-you attitude she could handle
Odai nicely, shoving her strap-on in his mouth, up
his ass and then stomping on his face. Better yet,
Ashley could do what porn can't. Make a snuff film
and show it in "real time" on TV. Ashley snuffing
out that pig fucker with a bayonet. Now there's a
fantasy I can grab onto.
