Look, baby, Mommy’s a Porn Star

This is a mature posting, however, no nude pictures are posted without being censored first. And because some links may contain adult material, I advise you to use the preview screen rather than actually opening the link itself.

I’ll admit, there are a lot of MILFs out there in the world, none of which I would touch with a ten foot pole for personal reasons.

But after cruising the internet, I stumbled upon a few pictures that I wanted to share with you, most are probably old. Now some of you know my stance on sex tapes, and the same goes for the photograph.

With that being said, I bring to you two pictures for the inaugural WTF Porn for Hump Day, the Mommy’s a Porn Star edition.

While there are more photos out there (including one in a car, with a kid looking at his/her parents get it on), I’m lazy and only searched for two. One of them is from Drunken Stepfather, who was the inspiration for this post.

Notice the child’s expression. I wonder what will be going on in his mind when he’s old enough to operate a computer and find this motherly photo online, as I assume it’ll live on forever.

And the same goes for this child.

What I don’t understand is, why in Geb’s name would anyone do something so stupid? I’ve made this post with the Blogger account. But I’ll make a reference of it here:

“What don’t I understand? Okay, let’s try this. Why is it that girls feel the need to half expose themselves on the internet? Is there something that drives them to say, you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to get down to my bra and thong and dance for several people so they can watch me countries away.

Notice how a very small amount of people actually show their faces. That makes as much sense as a prostitute wearing a paper bag to conceal her identity. She’s still a prostitute, nothing changes that. This is one for the blogs, I suppose. It made it to mine.

But I still wonder why these girls do this. Why not channel that energy into something creative? Are they afraid that they may not get the boys? Sluts are overrated. I hate using the term, but I have nothing else to work with. Sluts are all great and fine, but they get used and tired. After a while, they’re left in the sidelines clinging on to what little they have left, trying to swing those hips in such a putrid way. Just thinking about it almost makes me want to vomit. Can you imagine that girl dancing at the age of 45? Is that such a beauty?”

The quote is actually about a “sexy” dance video some girl does in her underwear. If you really wanna watch them, then click over to the Blogger account. And it still boggles the mind. And I know a lot of people are going to really disappointed when they read my post in hopes to read something dealing with actual porn. Hmm, I guess it sucks to be you, hu?

Sex Writing (warning: some links contain gay pornography)

I know this should have been posted on Wednesday rather than today, but I came across the ad late last night. It’s a sex writing ad, and while the link was on a very trustworthy, its source is usually sketchy. Though writing sex articles and all things sex might be the best thing ever; it just might be even better than being paid to write gay porn reviews. I was told by a friend that it wouldn’t matter if I were straight and watching gay porn, but I think it does matter considering that I’d have to write a review on something I’m not remotely attracted to. Perhaps one of you might be interested in writing for them for extra pocket money.

In a past post, I wrote about sex writing already, and I don’t want you to all feel that I’ve run out of material because I’m writing yet another blog about it. This one isn’t about erotica or sex scenes, but actual article writing. I can do that because I love doing the research. I’ll have to send a sample of my writing to them ASAP to see if I get the gig. The rate is up to me, but to go per word or flat rate? I dunno.

I’m also looking for some part time work so I can write on the side rather than being overwhelmed with a job. I know it’s not the best thing to do with a degree that I spent four years working on, but I really don’t want a career right now, though I already applied for the P.a.C.E program at Region One. So there we go, perhaps I do want to have a career, even if it is teaching, I know I’d make one kick ass teacher because I love passing on authentic knowledge to those around me.

The whole obsession with sex started when I was a kid (refer to the sex writing link above) when I was a practicing Catholic. My mother tried to demonize it; the church condemned it. I loved the sinfulness of it, but never finding it sinful. The first pornographic movie I saw was the one hidden in my brother’s room when I was a kid. A two-girl scene distorted the views I was raised with: If two girls can kiss and do these sort of things, could two men? Questioning my sexuality, I decided later on that I should always be open to suggestion, I finally decided that this was my pathway out of the world of Heavenly pleasures into those of earthly ones.

After the lesbian porn scene came the threesome; two men plowing their, at the time, huge cocks into every hole that woman had was what finally convinced me that something was going on here, something that people kept from me. Question everything and everyone. I took the notes. Started thinking about sex. Hormones were overactive in the years to come. But I didn’t become the deviant everyone said I would if I fell into those hands–Satan’s hands, the priest called it. I didn’t rape anyone. I didn’t use my hand for evil. I mean, sure Gideon’s trumpet was played once in a while, but I was young, these things happen without the porn.

Upon those days, I decided that I would be one of two things: he who made the movies, or he who wrote about them, and gave education about the truth. Young ideals, I know, but that’s what I was feeling at the time.

Okay, I smell my food, so I’ll cut it here.

On Sex (A blog for Hump Day)

There was a strange moment in my life when I realized I like sex more than I should. Now, now, don’t get ahead of me, I meant sex in the media. And when I say that, I don’t mean nudity on the big screen, or the small screen, but sex in general. The taboo. The whispered words from adults.

Sex is always better. So why is it so profane, so vulgar, sinful, dirty? Many reasons comes from the mindset of a Christian America who wish to eradicate it from our society. The married couple must only have sex to procreate, otherwise it’s a sad sin. Don’t use condoms. Don’t take the pill. Don’t pull out. No masturbation, no anal, no oral, no hand jobs. Monogamous. Waiting til marriage. No extramarital. Nothing outside of wedlock.

But when the lights are out, good lord becomes “OH GOD!”

There’s only one problem I’ve encountered with sex: I’m not good at it. Sex writing, of course. The other thing is up to the opinion of others, but erotica is not my gift. Oh, how I dream of describing the cascading landscapes that are women’s bodies. These precious gems that are nipples, erected on a blanket of silky skin. The prickly pubic hairs, curling upwards, opening the slick of wetness beneath. If Erato would only kiss my mind and bless with me with the elaborate, non pornographic, scenes of two lovers which the reader’s breath will be taken like the first time she had sex. Or describe an awkward scene where two inexperienced hands tug on the straps of a red bra, the lacy matching panties rolling down smooth skin and the uncertainty of not knowing whether to spank her or not–perhaps this brings to memory the first time a man got laid.

I’ve done some poorly written porn in the past. I say porn because I thought erotica was the more intelligent word for pornography, rather than a more artistically piece work. My teenage mind was tainted by girl on girl action, women who loved spunk on their face, anal, getting rammed, dp, etc. Let’s face it, porn killed my imagination. (Let’s not get confused here–I was never under the impression that real women like this sort of thing; I only thought that in order to write good erotica, you must imitate porn movies. I was very aware that the women in the videos were just paid actresses who only allowed such acts of humiliation–which I only consider them such acts outside of porn–because, fuck, that’s an obvious.)

So I did what any writer would do. I read more on the subject. I read about sex as if it were religion. And in a sense, it did become religion. I studied books on the subject on my free time, writing an essay on it whenever I got the chance. I realized the my love for erotic arts and lifestyles was a better subject to write than the sex scene itself.

But lo how I wish I could just get the sex down right for a short story/poem. I suppose, as most people say, practice makes best. I seriously doubt it in this case.