Here's the poster! And here's used VHS copies of the movie, for those of you who can't get enough. Yes, this came out after the Manson murders, in 1969, hence the forehead branding. Here's how I found this nugget: I was singing along to "West Side Story," and started wondering what happened to Russ Tamblyn, the leader of the Jets!
My goodness, it IS almost strawberry season!
I thought no one could come close to Polly Wally for the mirth of non-monogamy, but this new musical comedy duo, Riegel and Blatt, has made me believe again.
Video written and performed by: Riegel & Blatt, Director: Andrew Miller, DP: Quyen Tran, Featuring: Angela Trimbur, Marian Belgray, Megan Hollingshead, Liam O'Brien, Drake Coker, Halla Timon and Eden Riegel.
Thanks to talented tunesmith Camille for sharing this with me!
I keep telling people that "pornography" in the 1970s was different than the sort of thing you see today.
NOW, you WILL believe me.
This is Bat Pussy, circa 1973.
Her creators? Unknown. Her fans? Legion.
This clip is one of the "non-sex" portions of Bat Pussy— although I must say, I find the whole thing hypnotic. The freeway merge clinches it for me.
What do others say?
"Bat Pussy sits around her secret hideout waiting for her super-senses to tell her when a crime is about to be committed. Her twat begins to twitch, and she jumps up. Clad in green tights, a ratty cape, a tee shirt with the famous Batman insignia on it and gym shorts, the masked avenger hits the open road on her Hoppity Hop. Jesus Christ!" - Something Weird
"I just lost ALL of my brain cells."
"Strangely compelling."
"Every once and a while a film comes along that captures the imagination of all who see it. A film that inspires discussion, debate, and numerous re-watching parties. A special film. A unique film. Such a film is BAT PUSSY."
Help bring BAT PUSSY to DVD -- the petition.
I went to a vegetarian potluck deep in the dark wet forest of the Santa Cruz Mountains, and this is what I came home with.
Official site of Flight of the Conchords, New Zealand's fourth-most popular digi-folk paradists. —Thanks Laura!
The Midwest Teen Sex Show is my newly-discovered favorite TV show of all time.
After I saw this episode on "The First Time," which is their fifth in a podcast series— I wrote them a fan letter and asked for an interview.
The interview turned out to be questions put forth by my 17-year-old daughter, Aretha Bright, and couple of her friends, who range in age from 16-18:
QUICKIES
How old are you?
Nikol: We are all in our twenties.
What's everyone's name? Are you using your real names?
Our real names are in the credits.
Nikol Hasler
Britney Barber
Guy Clark
I, Nikol, host the show. Britney plays a variety of characters.
Where ARE you all?
Britney and Guy are Chicago area, while I'm about an hour north of them in southern Wisconsin.
Do you like to fuck a lot, is that part of your motivation?
I think I can safely answer for all of us that we do rather enjoy boinking.
BASICS
How do you all know each other?
Guy and I met during our senior year of high school. Seven years later we reconnected and while I was lamenting about never having done anything cool he told me he needed a host for this project. Then he placed an ad for the "funny, sexy, girl" actress. Luckily, Britney responded. She really livens things up, and her humor matches ours perfectly.
How did you get the idea to start this?
Guy wanted to do a podcast and noticed a few years ago that there weren't any shows quite like this one out there. If the content was aimed at teens by adults, it tended to be as dry as Aunt Gerdie's chicken. There was a huge difference between this and the actual teen forums out there.
Really, what were you like when you were teenagers?
I was that girl who partied too much and had a new boyfriend every week. I spent a lot of that time moving around to different foster homes and I never quite found an identity. What I am saying is, I was flippin' cool.
Nikol, do your kids like being in your movies? How old are they?
Pelham is one, Ayden is seven, and Trast is nine. The older two love being in the show, even though they only know that basics of what we are talking about. The baby is the one to watch out for. Pretty soon he'll be writing up demanding contracts. He seems the sort.
Will you come out to California and be my BFF?
Only if you don't tell my other BFF. She'll make me give my half of the BFF heart necklace back.
What do you do when you're not making the Midwest Teen Sex movies?
I go to a lot of cub scout meetings, various music lessons and sport practices, and I have a full time job managing the offices of an online vegan company. I also cook a lot, write a lot of short stories and poetry, and teach creative writing workshops to teens.
You are so cool. if you had the money, how would you expand what you're doing? Where do you want to go with this?
It is really hard to be this cool. If we had the money, Guy would buy actual lights and a decent tripod. We'd get Britney off the meth, and I'd have a masseuses on set.
We'd like to continue making the podcasts, but expand our audience, and make enough to cover our production costs. While our show costs are nothing compared to traditional media, it does take a lot of time and effort to produce.
It'd be a lot of fun to do the Midwest Teen Sex Traveling Show, getting into local communities to do live shows for young people.
Is there a way I can help out what you're doing? How do I get in on your scene?
Tell everyone you know about the show.
Subscribe, for free, to our podcast so the numbers become even more impressive.
Donate money to our project.
Do you know a lot of teenagers? You must like teenagers- why?
Hellz ya. I'm down. (Do teenagers still say "down"? Or is it dizz-own?)
The teens I know vary from babysitters, to the students I teach.
There is an invincible spirit to being a teen. You're still smart enough to know that while everyone may have felt the way you have before, it is still important that you feel that way.
Adults shove that stuff away. We plod through the dramatic moments of life without the proper fanfare. We smile too tightly in our family photographs. So much of the time we are faking it. You think those plastic high school girls are flaky and cruel, until one day you are grown up and you find yourself tempering your answers to people in hopes that they will provide something that you need.
I like teenagers because they are still learning to be adults, yet they have the sense to still be children.
How old were you when you lost it? What was your first time like?
We're all saving ourselves for marriage. We'll let you know.
Have you ever been "abstinent"?
Yeah, when I'm not doing it.
ABOUT SOME OF THE EPISODES
When you're a sixteen year old and you're going to comm college, all you got is college guys to choose from anyway, so lighten up... Losers are at BOTH high school and junior college, there's no escape.
Fair enough. I don't know a whole lot of teenage girls going to community colleges, and I must stress that for every situation there is an "if".
What if a guy doesn't know how old you are? And you don't know right away how old they are? If they're between 16 and their early 20s, it's not always so obvious.
Doesn't this come up? I think it really should be one of the first things a boy and girl discuss. And if it isn't, by the time you decide you are going to date or sleep together, well before that condom is out of the wrapper there are a lot of things you should know about the person. I remember that a lot of older guys I dated when I was a teenager would tell me how mature I was or how old I looked and I ate it up. Like a lot of things that horny boys will say, it was all a line and the arrow pointed directly to my panties on their floor.
I'm not going to date a 30 year old, but there's gotta be some leeway here. If you know how to watch out for yourself, it depends on the situation....
Like I said, there is always an "if", an exception to the rule. But in general, I stick to my belief that older boyfriends or girlfriends are not the answer at a time when you are trying to figure yourself out.
"The First Time"
You said, "Don't expect the first time to be good;" I kinda disagree. Physically, yes, it might be stupid, but emotionally, it can be really incredible. It's not always about the physical part.
True. My intent was physical with that one. Often the emotional build up to the event can result in wondering what all of the hype is about, especially if you don't know your body well enough or trust the other person enough to say what you want them to do.
I like positions where the guy does most of the work. I don't like the performance pressure...
Lazy ass.
You don't have to use a swing or try froggy style, but you need to move around some. Keep in mind that the other person is feeling just as much pressure to be good at this sex thing. Use positioning less as a way to impress the person you are having sex with and more as a way to hit all the spots that feel the best for both of you. The more you are enjoying yourself, the more the other person will get into it, too.
"Female Masturbation"
I want B— (a girl not present) to watch this... I'm gonna show this to about five girls I know, who really need it... It's one thing for your girlfriend to tell you it's a must, but it's another when a whole group of women are telling you it's okay, you should go for it.
Yeah. B—, listen up! You don't have to be loud about it, but there is something so cool about knowing you can get yourself off. It is also a great time to fantasize. You can think about the craziest things while you are masturbating and you never have to share them with anyone. Or you can. And it can be really cool.
"Gym Class"
That "all-girl" shower scene was fucking hilarious... are any of you REALLY bi?
Yes…Guy is fluent in Portuguese and English.
CRITIQUE
You're great, 'cause you've got the "happy healthy, you-go-girl thing, but you're also snarky when you make fun of stereotypes...
I am the snarkiest when it comes to the sad stereotypes that I once fit snugly into. It is a form of belated self deprecation. Plus, the snarkiness works for us.
It's "informative" but it's entertaining, that's what works.
There is a lot of pressure to make it more informative, since it seems to be reaching a lot of teens right now. I think it was around episode three that we realized how quickly things were moving, and our earliest contacts have been from sex therapists and professionals. It is disarming in a way. We have to keep the entertainment going, but I can see now that I need to devote time to giving important information as well.
I'd rather watch your episodes than read a book, unless it has pictures.
I wish emails had pictures. And not the kind that take forever to load.
I need a whole bunch of new aunties; please come to California.
I am the worst auntie ever. I am a total strict bitch to my nieces and nephews, and I am always giving books as presents. We are coming to California. We'll be at the New Media Expo at the end of this month and the Sex Tech Conference in January. We heart California.
Don't be afraid to be funny, don't let the "serious" people get you down. Don't stop, more, more, more!!!
No chance of us giving in to the serious people. Each time a joke gets poked at we think of another that may offend even more.
I hate the part on your site where it says: If you're under 18, you need permission....
That blows. Really. Didn't like seeing that. The people who NEED to see this show the most, CAN'T ASK. Duh. They aren't getting the cutesy-pootsey safe stuff, either. Why did you put this shit in there?
I thought you got our humor. Guy didn't put that warning in there by accident.
Plus this shit is what stops us from getting sued. You want us to keep going? You deal with the parental permission warning. Use that time to make some popcorn. Popcorn goes well with MTSS.
IDEAS FOR YOUR NEXT EPISODES...
Why aren't there any teenagers in your movies? Are you going to? If a whole bunch of teens were doing what you're doing... it would be gutsy.
Sammi Dittloff, the other girl in the shower scene, it technically still a teen. I know that as time goes on we will have more of a chance to work with teenagers. For right now, our cast is limited to whoever is around to help when we are filming. Wait for us to get more established.
Where do you stand on porn vs. erotica? What is your definition? Don't wuss out!
Porn! Okay, I got over porn a while ago. An "older boyfriend" of mine used to stare at it while we had sex. It put me off. To be honest, porn is boring to me. The only kind I really like to look at is the extreme stuff, and that is just for the shock factor. As for porn vs erotica, I was not aware they were battling. Is this on PayPerView? Ahem. Porn and erotica help us form an idea of fantasy. As long as a person can draw the line between a fantastical situation and reality, it is totally healthy. Did I wuss out?
You need to DO MORE about locations for fucking, where can you get it on. What about your own bed? How could you leave that out? Where do you get some privacy?
No. You need to do more. Comment, dammit. Comment on the site about your best places to get privacy. Help us help you.
I hate to say this, really, but okay: Parents. Dealing with them. Cool Parents. Not-cool parents. Parents who have no boundaries, are always in your business.
Cool parents can be just as bad as the not cool kind. I am a cool parent and my kids already resent me for it.
Eventually we will find a way to do an episode on parents, but for now I am going to say something parentish. You have no idea how f%$*ing hard it is to raise your ass and still stay human.
Something about... LOVE. Seriously. Love and sex. Hooking up vs. relationships!
One of our recent emailers touched on this very thing. They expounded on the idea that kids are learning about sex long before they are learning about relationships.
While this is a beautiful profound statement, I think the real problem is that kids are getting misinformation about sex and being taught a cold way to distance themselves from all of the relationships in their lives. These two things hand in hand could be catastrophic.
Forget the "older boyfriend," what about the deal with the YOUNGER boyfriend? The boyfriend where you feel like you're his second mommy?
Every boyfriend, you mean. And every girlfriend. Are any of us perfectly suited for another? You learn to stick with what you can handle and try to be honest about what you can't.
Well, it's kinda boring, 'cause it's been done to death, but something about... body image, cause it's fun. Do something everyone hasn't said too much.
Body image. We touched upon it in our Gym Class episode. We will definitely have an episode focused just no beauty and self-image, just give us some time to hit the gym.
Kink? Kinky sex?
Define kinky. We'll get into fantasy and role playing and toys and such, but one person's kink is another's Sunday morning.
Oral sex... this is a must. Techniques, and participation, Theory, Guys vs. Girls. 69. The whole thing about guys getting more blow jobs more than girls get licked. That needs to be busted wide open... Yeah, we need the "We Are Entitled To Be Eaten" show.
We're on it. Doing research and stuff. Lots of research.
Okay, Susie, former teenager, has bonus questions:
SB: I was always asked, from the time I was pregnant, "What if someone tries to take your kids away for what you do?" -Meaning sex education, being outspoken about sexual politics.
And how did you respond? Did you let the askers know that the real crime is in withholding?
I just hate that there is a criminal element which is applied to speech about sex. I maintain a level of honesty with my kids. They ask me questions about sex from time to time. I think about it and will answer them honestly, unless I feel that a topic is way over their heads.
Because I am so honest with them, when the time comes that I tell them they are not ready to know about something they trust me.
Also, the Debbie Downers say, "What if your kid grows up to a conservative and hates everything you do?"
I have three kids. I expect at least one of them to become the Alex P. Keaton of my nightmares. I welcome it. I want my children to decide who they will become. At the same time I am teaching them to respect who the other people in their lives will become, too.
Do you work tight off a script, or improv— or how do you write your show?
We start with a show concept. Usually Guy, Britney and I email ideas back and forth.
Guy and I will make up little cards about what I am going to say, then we spend hours recording that four minutes you will see.
Britney doesn't use the cards, but she and Guy talk about the characters she will play.
After filming, Guy spends a lot of time sorting and editing, usually to determine that he wants something more, at which time we try to soothe him until he shoots additional scenes. Once the final cut is ready we get an email and wait to see how it is reviewed.
Were you raised religiously? How did you get over the prude factor?
Having been raised in 17 different placements, I have had the honor of being able to decide what is right for me.
Must. Have. Library. Sex. Now.
This video is by New Zealand band Haunted Love: Geva Downey (vocals, "Enchanter" living-room organ, percussion) and Rainy McMaster (vocals, guitar). See their YouTube channel for ghostly pop tunes about werewolves, haunted museums, vengeful librarians, love inside computers, and ponies that just won't go. Neigh! to Steve Harsin for the tip.
Another cinematic delight from the fertile mind of Kirby Ferguson, who brought us to the edge of kink ecstasy with "Polly Wally," and "Do You Take It?"
Yes, he's "sold out" this time— but didn't he do a good job?
"A man is as faithful as his options" — Jamie Gillis
Mr. Gillis is a former mime, Columbia grad, Shakespearean actor, and very nice Jewish boy— and better known as one of the most influential actors and innovators in the history of American blue movies.
He also isn't the type to seek out interviews, or spill his life story, so I was honored to have an interview with the legend who's made his mark in the most memorable porn movie of all time.
I got into porn to support my acting habit...
Sometimes I think of myself as a straight guy who happens to have had more fag sex than any fag I know.
This business is dick-driven...
I was with Long Jean Silver when she said one day, 'Let's find some boys to fuck...' and they weren't easy to find! ...Finally we found a group of seven, and I said, 'Look, we're not taking seven, pick three.'
The Navy tried to throw a guy out for being in my North Beach [gonzo] and I said, "But he's not even the one that did the fucking..."
No, you can't live with someone who's straight, who's not in the sex business— if it's a 'quote,' normal girl, it's ridiculous.
If you know Jamie's work, I know you're drooling to hear it all. If you've never heard him, you're in a for an education.
Listen to our interview: Link
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Other Notes on this Week's Show:
I couldn't help but sputter my indignation at the Georgia case of Genarlow Wilson, a popular athlete and college-bound senior, who was sentenced to ten years in prison for having blow job with a freshman girl at a high school party.
An appeals judge recently threw the sentence out, after much grassroots outrage (including a plea from Jimmy Carter!)
But get this: the GA Attorney General is insisting that that young man deserved to have his life destroyed and that the sentence be upheld. Let's start taking his life apart, shall we?
Finally, in the Try This at Home mailbag, I answer a letter from a fan of The L Word who wonders if lesbians really do have sex like that.
Reach Jamie at: JamieGillis.com
Don't forget, you can send your confidential questions, feedback about the show, and requests for free-show girly cards to susie@audible.com. (Episode 297, June 22, 2007)
From The Virgin Machine, directed by Monika Treut.
All dialog improvised in one take!
Monika fell in love with On Our Backs when she first visited San Francisco from Hamburg, and decided to make a movie about a German naif who gets her mind blown. That's just about our entire staff on the motorcycles— and the wind in China Basin nearly did blow us right off our seats.
I don't think it was the least bit ambiguous. Tony Soprano's lights went out last night, and David Chase, his TV Daddy, barely crawled out of television alive.
I've been watching The Sopranos with a group of friends for... eight years. During that time all but one of us turned our televisions off for good, cut the cable, and admitted we were hypocrites when we gathered at our one pal's house, Helen's, who kept the box going for our Sunday night fix.
Last night, I fixed our last supper (stuffed grape leaves, sticky olives, and wild arugula, meatballs, melon and prosciutto, Pasta Vongole, New York cheesecake) and we raised a glass of Schramsberg Cremant to salute the end of our ride.
My first toast was to the original season of the Sopranos, and my favorite character, Tony's mother Livia.
"POOR YOU!" we all cried.
I'm afraid that's my message to Chase. You live by the TV, you die by the TV. You end up hating your audience, sucking the tit of the business you wanted to stuff in a bad nursing home and forget about.
At first, we all wondered: why did the screen go black in the middle of Tony's dinner, just as he was about to get whacked? Are we being spared something? What—we'd just seen his latest enemy's head get smushed by a SUV, and suddenly our stomachs are being considered?
Well, let's play English Comp Teacher to analyze this. It's not that difficult to see what happened, it's just crass, bullshit screen-writing.
(And for the best discussion on this show, bar none, please let me refer you to Tim Goodman's Bastard Machine).
Up until that moment, David Chase had written this series in the third person. We got to see lots of different people's point of view. Richie Aprile's sadism, Adrianna La Cerva's terror, Dr. Melfi's foreboding— just to name a few of my favorite memories. We saw how Tony's mind worked from the inside and also the exasperated, loving, frightened eyes of his crew, family and victims.
We were addicted to this story because it was Old Fashioned Tolstoy Cinema: Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. We lived for foreshadowing, we collected clues like stamps. Our ears pricked up when Tony and sentimental favorite Bobby Bacala talked openly about how "you never hear the one that gets you." The drama deserved an ending that befit its beginning, and that justified a climax.
But no. In the last scene, we see a crew of misfits walk into the diner where Tony's family gathered for supper. They're all minor characters who have murderous grudges from previous slights and seasons. There's unbearable tension as Tony's darling Meadow struggles to parallel park outside the scene of impending doom. And then Chase pulled a gimmick that would give him an "F" in my class.
He switched to Tony's point of view. The first person. It went from "Tony's getting whacked in front of his entire family," to "*I* can't see anything, *I* can't hear anything. No white light for me!"
Well, *I'm* disgusted. It wasn't artistic, it wasn't innovative, it wasn't anything except the door smacking us on the way out and then the hinge falling off.
It was Chase's fuck-you to the audience, but we didn't deserve it. What, you hate us for loving a story and a vision that went bigger and longer than any Russian author could've dreamed? "Poor You" is right.
From the rare interviews we've seen with Chase, we know he's had a long resentful career in television and that he always wanted to do films.
If he had made a movie of the Sopranos, he wouldn't have had anyone breathing down his neck wondering what the episodic end was. He wouldn't have shot multiple endings, to keep the whole crew and cast guessing along with the rest of the country. He would have had the freedom of Francis Coppola, who got to make Godfather three times on cinematic terms, and who Chase copied right up until the end— didn't you get a chill when Nikki Leotardo suddenly gets up at the diner and goes to the bathroom, a la the young Al Pacino?
But instead, Chase played the TV game he knows so well. He kept seasons going for money instead of story, he let enormous developments lead up to bupkis, he toyed with drama instead of delivering the goods. Where was the fucking ziti? He left it behind a couple seasons ago, and only came back to stick a fork in its cold remains.
The upside of my first-person doomed affair with the Sopranos is that I'm glad I got rid of our television; I love watching movies at home, including long serial dramas and comedies. My brain, my life, my metabolism is all the better for killing the idiot box.
Screenwriters need to see cinematic legacy as their destination, instead of the three-second white-noise of HBO's pause between programs.
Moments after the last Sopranos credit rolled, when we really SHOULD have had a moment of silence, the network ushered its audience into the worst "surfer soap opera" I've ever seen in my life. We couldn't turn it off fast enough.
That's my take on Hitchcock's Rebecca— one of my favorite bits from the documentary The Celluloid Closet, a whole movie of the secret sexual and queer messages that Hollywood so delighted in weaving into its dramas... especially Hitchcock!
I was a friend of the late Vito Russo, who wrote the book Celluloid Closet— the first liberated-critic's look at gay imagery in popular cinema.
When Vito died, and his friends started working on this movie, I told the producers— "Ask me to do anything! I'll take out the trash!" Vito was SO generous, you just wanted to give to his legacy back a thousand-fold.
But they didn't ask me to do janitorial duty. Instead, the directors called and said: "Can you watch fourteen films in the next twenty-four hours and come in and let us interview you about them?"
I said yes. I knew many of the clips they wanted to use, but some of them I hadn't seen since I was seven years old, watching a black and white TV, with frequent commercial breaks for used cars.
Anyway, if you see me in C.C. and wonder why I sound meticulously knowledgeable about every script we discuss, it's because I had watched them all without sleep the previous night.
I'm eventually sharing all these clips: Hitchcock, Dietrich's Morocco, Fried Green Tomatoes, Doris Day and Joan Crawford in drag, Shirley McLaine and Audrey Hepburn in The Children's Hour, Lauren Bacall as a wicked lesbian, and more.
The whole documentary is spellbinding, and you must read the special feature where Charlton Heston INSISTS that no one in Ben Hur was the slightest bit gay. Sandals away, my boy!
Speaking of underpinnings, this week I'm conducting a marathon of interviews for my In Bed podcast. Check out the guest list:
Swoon-worthy! These interviews will be aired over the summer weeks to come, but for this week, while I'm locked up in the booth, if you have ANY special questions you'd like me to ask these guests, please do speak up— I only get to tie them down to the chair for so long!
This is the opening scene of "Let's Talk about Sex," from the film Erotique that I wrote with Lizzie Borden in 1994.
This was my first job screenwriting. I was blown away when all the black-&-white words I typed turned into full-blown film sets, costumes— real talking characters! It was Lizzie's story, and she asked me to write the dialog, and flesh the characters and locations out.
Kamala Lopez-Dawson plays "Rosie," the phone sex worker who's trying like hell to get a break in White Hollywood. This was the first script that showed "behind the scenes" of a phone sex worker crew. Ronnie Orbach, however, plays MY alter-ego, Rosie's boss at the phone sex set. I loved writing his lines; it's my inner bitch. Ron is... beloved Jerry Orbach's cousin.
Erotique is a series of four erotic vignettes, short stories. They are very uneven! I recruited Lizzie, and then Monika Treut for a lesbian story set in Germany. Lizzie drew in Clara Law from Hong Kong.
I liked all three, but we were censored in the final hours by the producer. Virgin that I was, the betrayal just about KILLED me. My first Hollywood fuck. Really, compared to many, I had it easy.
But it was interesting, the next project that came my way was the Wachowskis with Bound. I was shy to work with them because of being burned by Erotique. I was afraid to take the generous credits they offered me; I made myself less visible, because I was so scared my work would be compromised in the final cut. In their case, everything had the same integrity on the first page that you see on the screen. A miracle, I know. My faith restored!
I don't like the new ending of "Let's Talk About Sex." It was a copout. The male nudity was killed. I sat there crying on the set because of all the bogus censoring cuts, and sexist clichés that were supposed to fill in for the missing bits.
When I think about it now, it was such a waste of money and time to "dumb it down" for... WHO? We didn't reach our intended hip audience because it didn't got far enough. But it was waaaaay too wild for the mainstream.
It was supposed to be feminist erotica in all its glory, and instead, it had its balls cut off. But! I loved this beginning; I like the buildup of our heroine's frustration. If only Rosie and her phone guy could have really gotten it on!
At the time, the actors were terrified about going as far as our script even dared. They were supposed to pretend to be masturbating— you never see this on screen, it's only insinuated— and I talked to the leads for a couple hours about how to do this with dignity. Good grief! They were both sincere, but quite genuinely fearful about their careers.
I liked Monika's and Clara's stories a lot. To this day, the cross-cultural elements are quite original... you just don't see a lot of mainstream material featuring non-white erotic leads, period.
There is a fourth vignette, from Brazil, that is total Penthouse-Rerun crap, added "secretly" at the end, without the original directors' knowledge. This was when I stopped hearing from the producer It was as if Donald Trump snuck in one of his "contestants" to a women's lib meeting.
Anyway, if you rent it or buy it, let me know what you think of it!
I've been working on a film editing project where I collect all the clips of everything I've ever written, directed, and/or acted in, and convert them all into digital video cuts. What a blast! Some of my old "VHS" and even "Betamax" glory is now going to get a fresh start. This is the first one I've uploaded to YouTube... Enjoy!
This little gem, "Perversion for Profit," was produced in 1965 by our favorite felon, Charles Keating, of the Savings and Loan scandal.
The host, the irrepressible LA broadcaster George Putnam, was busy little bee. He tried to shut down my high school underground newspaper, in 1974, because we ran a very dry article on birth control methods— trés Our-Bodies-Ourselves— with a diagram that he told his TV audience was "the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life." It was a cross-section drawing of women's genitalia!
This is only one segment of a longer documentary, every minute a laff riot. Too bad most people running for office today still talk like this, albeit without the Commie-phobic flair! The decline of Western Civilization is, as ever, a good talking point.
I just love a good animal documentary. Marlin Perkins, eat your heart out! And thanks to Sandrino for the tip...
Once you hear Betty's voice, you're hooked. And now, to see her magic hands at work! Her full-length DVDs are just as irresistible— once you see her sex workshops in progress, there's no turning back.
I, too, have been raving for decades about the book Betty mentions at the beginning of this video: New View of a Woman's Body.
The illustrations and a great deal of the NVWB research is by Suzann Gage, a get-down-on-your-knees-and-thank-her pioneer genius of the women's movement. Suzann is so modest and community-oriented, that she would never admit that, but it's TRUE. She was our first sexual-health columnist at On Our Backs many years ago, and her writing from that time seems as fresh as ever; in part because this knowledge is still so obscured, trivialized, and truncated.
Why do people still want to "pretend" not to know the nature of a woman's clitoris, after all this time? It's not a tiny pebble, it's not a spot, it's not an elevator button. Women have as much erectile tissue as men, as Betty and Suzann explain... why is that still such a secret?
I feel like I've talked myself hoarse about this subject for years, but now I'm just going to take a lozenge and point them to this video! (You should see my bad drawings I've been doing at college campus talks... I'm hopeless).
Betty does a superb job in this video of illustrating and explaining the clitoral body. The other illustrations of NVWB that blew my mind, are Suzann's drawings of what happens to the clitoris, the sexual response cycle, as a woman is reaching climax, orgasming, and cooling off. Maybe Betty will do "Part Deux" sometime!
Is there anything this girl DIDN'T do?
We love you, Susan!
Stockard Channing and George Segal: Stoned Again. If you look at the IMDB entry, you'll see this 1985 gem was nominated for a Writer's Guild Award. "Susan" won a first place trophy for an "Exceptional Performance by a Young Actress in a Television Special or Mini-Series." Well, it is exceptional isn't it— perhaps immortal.
Who is this wonderful "Committee" and when will they air their next tender erotic episode? The female lead reminds me of Mary Louise Parker. Any info on the artists, I'd love to know!
Colorado evangelical superstar Ted Haggard has emerged after three brutal weeks of rehab to announce he is now "completely heterosexual."
That was some mud-pack, Ted! ...And mean ole' James Dobson had said it would take years of toil and prayer— shame on him. You really showed 'em all, Teddy, and we'd like to raise our crack pipe to you right now!
This man has been trained within an inch of his life.
FCUK! (Like the tshirt says). These boys drive me crazy. I've been meaning to share this parkour video forever; and then I got a little timid— "Maybe everyone has seen it already." But if you love parkouristas, you could watch it all day long, and for most of the world, it's still entirely unknown.
Yes, parkour is the same thing as "free-running" (a Dutch nickname). But it's sexier in French, and that's what this is, really, a sex video. These kind of street breaks are what inspired the opening scene of Casino Royale, which stars one of the parkour originals, Sebastien Foucan. (Can you spell Daniel Craig/Sebastien threeway?)
However, it's the above uncredited inspiration that was the first parkour I saw; the first time I imagined a human body could do such things. Afterwards, I went wild clicking every parkour link, but I finally realized it's THESE boys, THIS post-Soviet ghost-town ghetto, THIS music— and perhaps most of all, the mysterious presence behind the camera who managed to make something this powerful that transcends language and skeletons.
What is known? The perps call themselves "The Dvinsk Clan," from Latvia. The main rubberman is named Oljeg. The music is: Rob Dougan's Clubbed To Death from The Matrix OST, Bouga/ Akhenaton's Belsunce Breakdown, and Si Triste by Le 3Eme Oeil. Every other detail I must leave up to you!
Christmas comes but one cartoon at a time. This year, Santa elastic elves have provided an embarrassment of riches. At CityRag, there's a list of the 50 Greatest Cartoons of All Time, as voted on by animators themselves— with video links for nearly every one. Then, on Fanpop, you can see another perfectly linked list to 100 Christmas videos that will stir up every beloved or nauseating Christmas memory left in your front lobes: from Charlie Brown to Elvis's Blue Xmas to The Office episode where Steve Carell forces his employees into the worst Secret Santa Massacre ever recorded.
One thing I noticed about the animator's top picks is how sexy they are. Even the Tom and Jerry cartoon has that certain frisson, if only because its characters are so "curvy." Little numbers like Red Hot Riding Hood are as salacious as they sound. Some of the earliest "dirty movies" were created by off-hours Disney animators, making 'toons where Mickey ran around with a giant erection, corn-holing everything in sight. (No, I don't have a link for that, darnnit!)
It's always been my theory that if you hand someone a pencil and paper, something erotic is going to pop out within the hour— of is it just me? I can't doodle without my id taking over the lead.
Is it too late for me to have Molly Ivin's love child?
This film is like an excerpt from my sexcapade memoir.
I have spoken, under police watch, in Texas a few times over the last twenty years, (Houston, Austin, Dallas) and on each occasion, I was petitioned for help by some poor soul who'd been rotting in prison over a dildo bust.
I myself smuggled the very FIRST silicone dildoes and rabbit-vibrators into Texas, (you can thank me by clicking that subscription button) and there must have been a guardian love-bunny watching over me, because my god, they WILL hang you there for a rubber dick and two cents.
This excerpt is from the documentary, Dildo Diaries, and every minute of it is a revelation.
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I've been thinking of what holiday horrors or treats I could post on the our blog for the end of the year, and "Dinner for One" came to mind. Skål!
It's "the same procedure as last year," of course, but if you are new to the bizarre history of this British comedy sketch adopted by Germans as the greatest drinking game of all time, then read the whole storie here. | |
Ducky Doolittle, my favorite clown princess and Minnesota HomeGrown sexpert, has a featured role in a new movie coming out from documentary director Aerlyn Weissman about "WebCam girls"— the independent, feisty type!
I thought you'd like to watch a 15 minute clip of Duckie's story, watch her inflate a few balloons, (why does that get me where I live?) and show you the stained remnants of Times Square's sex district. And I can't think of a better person to whip Howard Stern's ass with a rubber chicken.
I could go for an all-Ducky-all-the-time network, myself. I interviewed her earlier this year when she debuted her first book, Sex With the Lights On. We ended up going on a couple roller coasters together, and it's just been BFF ever since...
This is an incredible striptease act from Ursula Martinez. It's part of her cabaret work that she calls "Hanky Panky." I want to be her new BEST friend.
I love it when he jumps up from Sick Bay, rips off his shackles, and pushes Nurse Chappel out of the way.
Via Boing Boing and their trusty fans.
I had to have this video on my blog, even though a couple of my other favorite feminist bloggers already had their way with this little minx.
It's trailer for a 1967 exploitation film by Herschel Gordon Lewis— about how swingin' sex ed. teachers in high school can hook you up with The Pill, at recess, so you can be foxy chick in no time!
The featured randy sophomore is like the female version of Austin Powers... and I want her to wrap me around her little finger!
See ya at the water fountain!
I just had to have this on my blog. Had to. My daughter and I have watched this a hundred times with tears streaming down our face. I know every teenybopper on the Web has seen it and probably gotten over it by now, but my love is eternal.
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