Indeed, the threat of certain death after reproducing would focus the minds of some of the more irresponsibly fecund members of human society. The species prefers it to the lethal aftermath of intercourse – the genetically programmed death that inevitably follows reproduction. Later came Shunga, the erotic painting of 13th century Japanese art, a well-known example of which is Hokusai’s block print The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife showing a giant octopus clamped about the lower half of said lady, tweaking a nipple with a tentacle and apparently performing oral sex – an unpleasant prospect when one considers the octopus’s parrot-like beak.Īs is well documented, oral pleasure is the favoured sexual practice of the octopus, both giving and receiving. And imagine Jody Foster’s surprise when she turned up for the casting of The Accused.Īn entry in an 1857 dictionary defines pornography as ‘writing about prostitutes’ – under which description the Houses of Parliament newsletter, and the papers that dedicate swathes of newsprint to the vacuous meta-fame of those in the public eye may consider themselves obscene publications.ĭepictions of erotic scenes have been found throughout history, from Paleolithic cave paintings to the frescoes and statues of ancient Pompeii – featuring our old friend Priapus, brandishing his stick of forced rhubarb, and an overly excited Mr Tumnus. They’re actors aren’t they? Why can’t they just act like they’re having intercourse? Why should I have to witness arcing gouts of semen throb forth from Stephen Gruecock (of BBC Children’s Television’s seminal Gruey) in Winterbottom’s 9 Songs? If the movie business has dispensed with acting then The Bourne Trilogy reveals itself as a dark catharsis for Matt Damon’s infamous, pathological hatred for supporting artists. Now I, for one, do not hold with this nonsense that performing real sex in a mainstream film is art. Some draw the distinction that pornography is created to inspire sexual pleasure whereas art is not I concluded that the stale sex flick of dead-eyed, cum-dumpster Paris Hilton qualified as neither.īut what is erotic? What is art and what is pornography? This mating ritual is devoid of emotion, and less arousing than an apathetic shop dummy despoiling a dead pig.Īh yes, the age-old conundrum. After a series of dull, mechanical manoeuvres, the joyless coupling is complete. ![]() A male has mounted her from behind and is going about his methodical business in silence. A creature sits motionless before us, seemingly unafraid, certainly uninterested in our presence. A pair of lifeless eyes reflect coldly in the night vision camera.
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