I Am Curious (Butterball) & The Legend of John Holmes

I Am Curious (Butterball) —March, 1987 The honesty of fat appeal in fat-fetish videos is a slap in the gaunt cheekbones to every diet-crazy lecture on sex appeal. As soon as the 150-pound reviewer, such as myself, gets over the unexpected image of fat lust— fat girls who are supposed to hide themselves in sackcloths until Oprah Winfrey liberates them – it’s apparent that there are a lot of sex-positive pornographic myths about fat ladies, and these fetish videos exploit every one of them. Porn never dictates social convention, but it follows it like a bloodhound, showing us the stereotypes that no one has the nerve to talk about in public. The cliché about white men is that they are supposed to be the ones who are the most uptight about fatness. If you aren't a WASP, you are "allowed" to have a sensuous appreciation of the female form that is bigger, wider and more earthy. White porn studs are "supposed to" consider it degrading to work in a fat video. This is all just PR; it has nothing to do with their private lives.  They’ll say "in public" that fat couldn’t get them hard, even though what they’re mainly worried about going soft is their White Woodsman reputation. It pisses me off... It seems that fat appreciation is being compromised by the constant snooty dig that this kind of sex is deemed tacky, an embarrassment, and that if the viewer had any class they'd be watching “normal” women.  Fat sex is portrayed as something that couldn’t be truly passionate – it’s just a frat-house joke.  It's quite the opposite once you get to the actual sex scenes. Contined in "Susie Bright's Erotic Screen, Volume 1" Photo: Laurie Toby Edison's book, Women En Large   Saint John & the Art of Going Down —June, 1988 John Holmes was not the only man in the world with 12 or 14 inches, but his art is the reason why he is the only one who became the king of blue movies using it. Instead of watching a movie about inches, with the "Angel in Mr. Holmes," I’ve witnessed a virtual orgy of devotion to women’s pleasure. I rewind and look at my favorite sequences to see if I’m imagining things, but it’s true. There’s a man on that screen actually making love to a woman. It’s not aerobic humping, it’s not intercourse as posing, it’s not metronomic close-ups. ... Holmes’ encounter with Nancy Suiter, following the one with Seka, is extraordinary, worth having forever. Nancy and John begin between the sheets, no plot device or punch line. John has obviously prepared Ms. Suiter for this moment. You can feel her softness; it transcend the camera. When he enters her, she melts. He never takes his eyes off her; he carries her like a wave. His attention to and sympathy for what she’s feeling never diminish.  The next sequence pairs Holmes with Taylor Evans and Muffin MacIntosh, and this scene focuses not on John’s cock, but on his tongue.  He eats pussy like he’s sucking his own. The cameraman obviously recognizes a fellow artist, because he captures the oral lovemaking as delicately as he would a butterfly. You can follow all the changes in Taylor’s clit and lips. It’s beautiful. So many video makers give cunnilingus the “ugly treatment” or the gynecological-survey approach. But the difference here is a treat to behold – and to feel. Contined in "Susie Bright's Erotic Screen, Volume 1"