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FINALLY: THE REAL TOP 10 HOTTEST (ROUGHEST) SEX SCENES IN MOVIES (August 19, 2010)

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

Lars Von Trier’s AntiChrist is coming out soon. A movie that has so much sex, it had to be edited out for the wimpy U.S. audience, who apparently has no problems watching an 11 year old girl chop the legs off of drug dealers and murdering their innocent girlfriends (Kick Ass). But that got me to looking up other movies with memorable sex scenes, and that’s when I came across IFC’s 50 Best Sex Scenes and 50 Worst Sex Scenes in Movies. Needless to say, I blew past their best 50 and made a bee-line straight for the worst list.

Needless to say, many of my top 10 BEST SEX SCENES in Movies made it into IFC’s WORST List. No Y Tu Mamá También, no Jane Campion women empowering chick flicks, no gay cowboys and no token black movies, no PC transgender inclusiveness…just cut to the chase, full throttle all out sex. You know you want it: I can tell by the way you are sitting on that cinema seat.

1. Basic Instinct

Jeanne Tripplehorn Sex With Michael Dougless Basic InstinctFunny bloopers R us

Great scene. This is what good sex is. No trail of red rose petals, no bubble baths, no Barry White cd’s. No bourgeoisie taking off of the clothes, just tear and enter!

2. Irreversible

My favorite position in full color. Audiences around the world got their panties in a twist over this one. This is standard fair in 90% of the adult films these days. Director Gaspar Noé went on record and said the scene was shot at a static angle because he had to put the camera down. He was shaking so much from sexual excitement, he couldn’t keep the camera straight. (I’m just the messenger) The fact that a gay male character would even consider doing anything like this to a woman is utterly absurd – it’s like running into Jared at Pizza Hut. The way the gay guys at the gay bar were behaving at the beginning of the film is also utterly ridiculous. It’s as if Fox Newscasters who have no frequently experience with gay culture tried to envision recall last night what it would be like to go to one. But that still doesn’t keep it from being a hot scene. If you don’t believe me, just ask the wild animals on the National Geographic channel during mating season.

3. Black Rainbow


The scene where Tom Hulce follows Rosanna Arquette back to her hotel room and she undress from her stodgy Church-gal winter clothes, layer-by-layer is hypnotic. Eventually she gets down to nothing but lingerie with garter belt, before slithering up to Hulce like a snake to flirt with him. You wonder how modesty can turn into lascivious lust in such a short period of time. It’s all about hiding your goods.

4. The Postman Always Rings Twice (1981)
The kitchen non-consensual scene is ok, but after Frank and Cora stage their car accident, that’s a sexy scene: They crawl out hillside only to find they still look too damn fine. So they sit there and take turns punching each other in the face. Now if you ask me, that’s a real commitment to a relationship. All the rough sex in adult films can’t equate to this magical moment. If that’s what it takes to keep us together, so be it, roll up your sleeves…

5. Belle Du Jour
It’s not really about the riding along the forest in a horse-drawn cart awash in autumnal light and Hallmark card loveliness, or the violent yanking of Catherine Deneuve from the cab, then the rape, then the bondage, followed by the beatings that made this scene in my all-time favorite movie sexy. It was immediately (or during) after the sequence when husband Pierre asks, “what are you thinking?” And Séverine shrugs “oh nothing.” THAT, is what made this scene so fabulously sexy. It showed me, at a young age, that fantasy was the gateway to sexual imagination and creativity. And from there, it’s just a matter of gittin it done.

6. Blue Velvet


I love Frank Booth’s entry in Blue Velvet. And just in case there are prudes reading this blog, there are people who also like lovers like Frank Booth. The sexiest scene is when Dorothy (Rosellini) finally gets Jeffrey to hit her. Just the satisfied smile that subtly radiates from her lips is pure gold. If I have to explain it to you, you’d probably never understand.

7. Bluebeard


Marilu Tolo stars as Brigitte, the frigid, militant, often-drunk feminist wife of Richard Burton’s Bluebeard. The scene where they start arguing gender politics, and end promptly with a swift knee to Bluebeard’s groin is my favorite. He then proceeds to grab hold of her, and slap all the suffragist aspirations out of her. Exorcised of de Beauvoir notions and Steinhem manifestos, she suddenly becomes ultra-feminine and truly wife-like, begging the man to take charge. Delish!

8. Girl Next Door


Elisha Cuthbert visits Matthew’s family in a cheery afternoon tableaux right out of a Laura Ashley living room catalog. As Matthew’s mother shows Danielle pictures of her son from the family album, Danielle starts by blowing his father, then making out with his mother, undressing and grabbing her. It’s one thing to bang the son, but to gangbang his entire family, mom and dad, right in that suburban living room. Outrageous and groundbreakingly hott!

9. Tokyo Decadence


Ai is so staid and proper, but she’s really a call girl. When she visits an eccentric John wearing a modest suit, he orders her to take it off and stand against the office window in broad daylight. After hours of standing there – into the sunset – he finally grabs her roughly from the back. The scene is so unpredictable, yet taut in a way good sex makes you anticipate, crave, and explode the moment contact is made.

10. Carnal Knowledge
This isn’t really a sex scene, but it’s one of the sexiest. When Jack Nicholson’s Jonathan visits the prostitute at the climax finale of the movie, and she performs this hypnotic mantra, chanting utterances praising his manhood while the walls behind her rise endlessly to tribal drumming in the background is fantabulously good. Just the cadence and tone of her voice is that pure horniness that separates the boys from the girls. You can write about political correctness until the cows come home, but corner any man away from the girls, and the truth will come out.

Internet and Porn? You’ve never done it, and neither have I. Right. (Some of my favorite downloaded porn pictures online) (update: July 21, 2010)

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

I think the first piece of porn I downloaded from the internet was around 1994. It was on delphi.com running on an AS400 command prompt server. It involved schoolgirls not knowing what to do after they ran out of selling homecoming cookies. You get the idea. Stock fantasy. Ambiguously twentysomething girls in schoolgirl uniforms. Although I was looking at the outfits more than whatever they were doing with each other.

Ah, the good ol’ days: assembling binary files from the usenet into one honking piece of dot-matrix black and white smut. It was exciting to say the least. No more going to the Waldenbooks and plea bargaining a copy of Playboy for the editorials.

Then I got bored within two days (that was the time it took to download and assemble three pictures on a 9600 baud modem) , and started looking at pictures of how fully clothed girls work the magic of sexual attraction and allure.

My first downloaded girl online: Heather or Bobby? Looking at pretty girls is a learning experience. What can I learn from their look? It’s not even sexual for me. I try to distill the charge.

Then I went through a brief P&S phase because I didn’t really believe people did those things. After I saw it with my own eyes, well it lasted two more days.

There were long stretches of downtime between my porn-mania. I lose interest quickly and forget about it for months, if not years. I am more aroused by fully-clothed people as that which is hidden forces the imagination to run amok. Besides, there’s so many other interesting information to look at online – did you know tomatoe plants like sugar with their coffee grinds? – why waste it on the same dull routine?

These days, I only look to porn for purely instructive purposes. I try to find new ideas, positions, and inspiration in sexual exploration. For me, the internet was the map and sexual mania was my Magellan’s Trinidad. Still I’m amazed that after all the Bruce Baker, Kinky Jimmy, Rion Vernon, Gurochan, Brandon Iron, Rob Black, Max Hardcore, Rocco Siffredi, Hans Bellmer, and his brother Pierre Klossowski, I continue to find nuttier moves. I do own the full length 2 Girls 1 Cup (the official name is Hungry B*tches) . I watched it at 64x speed, but got the gist, thank you. It’s going in my time capsule with my copy of Peter Sellars’s The Cabinet of Dr. Ramirez.

Click on the MORE (DEFINITELY NOT SAFE FOR WORK and NOT FOR MINORS) link below or the picture above to take a brief journey through some of my favorite downloaded porn pictures I have come across in the past 16 years.

(note: please do NOT re-distribute these images. They are for this entry and blog only. I don’t want them to be inadvertently passed on to people who do not care to see them, or those who are not in the appropriate group / age to view them. Thanks.)

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Recommend: Sexual Position #1-8-0-1

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Here is a great position I bet the Kama Sutra doesn’t have.

I filed it as position number 1801 (or The Prostrate Submission Doggy Spitroast…yes, envy my encyclopedic sack prowess), for mnemonic ideogram on how the participants should place themselves in the act.

You need a girl, 2 guys and 1 loveseat.

The shot is from Transsexual Prostitutes 13.

Oral Attention based on photo 1

Bears ‘R Us : Upcoming Discovery Channel Survival Series (update: July 9, 2010)

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

I love Discovery Channel’s survival series. Some are better than others, while some are *cough* faker than a typical reality show. But it seems Discovery has discovered a niche genre to survival reality shows. Here is a brief look at what has elapsed over the years, and what’s to come.

Les Stroud Survivorman

Les-Stroud Survivorman (2005-2008)
Canadian guy who lugs all his cameras around, composes and writes the theme song, and plays harmonica to scare off the jaguars. I love Les. He shows respect for nature, never showboating by putting himself needlessly in danger. If you are ever stranded, this is the guy whose lessons you should remember. Most people like the other guy.

Bear Grylls Man vs Wild

Bear Grylls – Man vs Wild (2006-present)
5 minutes into my first Man vs. Wild, I asked “who the hell is carrying that camera and running alongside him on this steep Mexican cliff?” I am totally in awe of the cameraman. If the star of the show can run at the edge of the cliff, imagine the guy doing it alongside him and lugging a camera and not looking where he is going. Unless…um…it isn’t as dangerous as they made it out to be. Nah!

Soon however, the controversy started rolling in: Claims of paramotoring over Everest, digitally enhanced volcanoes, dangerous Hawaiian lava grounds (with tourist parking lot a hundred feet away, transporting farm animals for a “wild horse” photoshoot, and complaining about a rough night with stomach drama while he actually checked into the Motel 6 with full Continental Breakfast (the latter is way more extreme if you ask me). Whatever. It’s still fun to watch purely to play the game “Reality or Swindle” in each scenario he comes across. Like “is that ‘slippy’ waterfall really ‘insurmountably dangerous’ or simply 6 feet away?”

Dual Survival

Dave Canterbury and Cody Lundin Dual Survival (2010-present)
When I heard about this show, I thought it was going to be a scraggly Woodstock hippy with some macho Militia dude. But barefoot Cody (the “minimalist”) turns out to be three times the size of the Hindenburg. He’s a humble nice guy with a closeness to nature, and militia dude turns out to be surprisingly tolerant. I thought they’d argue nonstop, but there’s a real buddy rapport that I believe is crucial to surviving in the wilderness.

Mykel Hawke Ruth England Man Woman Wild

Mykel Hawke Ruth England Man Woman Wild (2010)
This is where it gets weird. Now it becomes Hubby Wife vs. Wild. I haven’t seen it yet but this is the first sign that Discovery is considering a mallification of survival shows to reach a larger demographic. I think the scene above features the married couple renegotiating their prenups on a Peruvian leaf.

I’m sure it’ll eventually come to “Honey! Wichetty Grub AGAIN?! How many times do I have to tell you, whites go in THAT stream, and delicates in this pond!”

2 Drag Queens 1 Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri

2 Drag Queens 1 cocktail 2 Draq Queens 1 gallon of Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri Vs. Wild (2011?)
Ok, you didn’t hear it from me, but word out on the grapevine is that Discovery is putting together another survival series. This one is scheduled to be called 2 Draq Queens 1 gallon of Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri Vs. Wild, where fabulous girls drink themselves silly after tearing their pantyhose on those thick long mangroves that just keeps getting thicker and thicker as you push in deeper and deeper.

Dear Volkswagen with your annoying punching “punch dub” ad (update: July 1, 2010)

Thursday, July 1st, 2010

Thanks to Mad Men, everyone knows about the legendary Volkswagen advertisement campaign in the 60s. Then there was the Farfegnugen campaign in the 90s. Now VW is back with friends punching each other on the arm everytime their car drives by. You have grandkids punching their grandfathers, Amish guys in horsebuggies popping each other, girlfriends punching boyfriends (of course…because hey, female violence against males is acceptable and cute in our society).

Dear VW marketing execs, may I suggest two candidates for your next “punch in the arm” campaign?

That’s right, Chuck Liddell and Bas Ruten.

What?

13th Year Online, Please Donate!

Monday, June 28th, 2010


pictured above: Me, with short hair


Thirteen years after the debut of my first website at Yahoo Geocities in 1997, the mere six page Transvestite Freedom Fighter has morphed into a veritable beast in a labyrinthine maze of links. Up till this year, I kept all the pages accumulated over the years intact, but I realized that I was not unique in that way thousands of Twitters fancy themselves to be. So I streamlined to the things my loyal audiences continue to appreciate: pictures, images, and thoughts regarding transgender identity. I have also devoted space to futanari (she-male) drawings I find intriguing.

I believe transgender people are oft represented either negatively in the media as serial killers and freaks, or online as individuals obsessed with documenting their transition. I wanted to provide a modest but positive and free website that depicts the humor, innate curiosity, and alas -need I say it? – intellectual inquiry of one transgender person. I don’t even like to use the term “transgender” because to me, it’s purely a legal term for advocating rights and policies in public spaces. I have switched to calling myself a mere “eccentric,” because that term, at least, provides the option of going to new territories when doubt is innate in a developing identity. Besides, friends have long called me “the outlying factor.” I am easily an outcast even in the so-called transgender community, where personal agenda is aggressively – sometimes even militantly – rammed down one’s throat (ie. “If you don’t take hormones and get the operation, you are not legit“) To be fair, it’s risky business to label oneself “transgender” when one considers the mind-numbing amount of weekend warrior headless trannies on flickr.

I’m just glad I am so far over in the left field, I am standing on the lacrosse grounds.

I have been eccentric for over thirty years. I don’t plan to transition fully, because both the male and female anatomy are remarkable, gorgeous works of art. I am struck by wonder when I think about the beauty of the human body. I am not a hormone-taker, as I feel that sex drive is one of the critical lifeforce in sustaining the great human imagination.

Human beings are constantly in danger in their coexistence with viruses. But we shouldn’t flatter ourselves as superior beings. Instead, we should take the path of virus mutation as an ideal, and develop accordingly. I want to continuously, energetically, and joyfully change, morph, improve, learn, and absorb knowledge, wisdom, and humane lessons with each passing day.

This, for me, is the most important transition: to be a human being first, an eccentric second, and a transgendered person if all else fails.

So relax, make yourself at home, and enjoy!

P.A. June 28, 2010

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And Then He Hit Me (update: June 3, 2010)

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

I was going to school at a time when PC (Political Correctness) was cresting in the universities. No one was allowed to say anything that was against minorities, women, gays, jews, etc.

That strictness had familiar tones reminisicent of the era of fascism.

Luckily I was also a great fan of the surrealists (Dali, Breton, and Luis Bunuel) who thrived during the rule of fascistic leaders.

I was just watching Viridiana the other night, and the dvd extras talked about how the surrealists like to get together and talk about their fetishes.

I am entirely against domestic violence and any nonconsensual violence against anyone. But I do have a masochistic side, and the lyrics of American Idol’s Allison Iraheta shocked me, even as it reminded me of one of my favorite 60s band The Crystals. In Iraheta’s song Beat Me Up, the lines go:

You like to keep me on a chain, chain, chain
Change your mind or change your ways, ways, ways
You got me running through a maze, maze, maze
I know this isn’t just a phase, phase, phase

You always pick me up
And then you hold me down
I’ll never let you go

‘Cause baby even though you beat me up, beat me up
I still love you ’cause you heat me up, heat me up
And that’s why every time you hit me up, hit me up
I come running ’cause you fix me up, fix me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up

You always make me do those things, things, things
Shut me up then make me sing, sing, sing
You love it when I scream your name, name, name
But you get your kicks out of causing me pain, pain, pain

You always pick me up
And then you hold me down
I guess you’ll never know

‘Cause baby even though you beat me up, beat me up
I still love you ’cause you heat me up, heat me up
And that’s why every time you hit me up, hit me up
I come running ’cause you fix me up, fix me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
I love you even though you beat me up, beat me up

And I really don’t care what they say about me
‘Cause it gives me everything I want
And I don’t know what it’s like when you need somebody
To the point they can do no wrong
We always fight and then I open up my door

‘Cause baby even though you beat me up, beat me up
I still love you ’cause heat me up, heat me up
And that’s why every time you hit me up, hit me up
I come running ’cause you fix me up, fix me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
I still love you ’cause heat me up, heat me up
And that’s why every time you hit me up, hit me up
I come running ’cause you fix me up, fix me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
Oh baby just beat me up, beat me up
I love you even though you beat me up, beat me up

And in Th Crystals song “He Hit Me (And it Felt Like A Kiss)”, the lines are:

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
But it didn’t hurt me.

He couldn’t stand to hear me say
That I’d been with someone new,
And when I told him I had been untrue

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew he loved me.

If he didn’t care for me
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me,
And I was glad.

(instrumental break)

Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew I loved him.
And then he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is,
And when he kissed me,
He made me his.

I guess this had a lot to do with the fact that when I was young, I skipped around singing another Crystals song “And Then He Kissed Me.” Unfortunately, to my adolescent ears, it sounded like “And Then He Hit Me.” So it became:

Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
and when he walked me home that night
all the stars were shining bright
and then he hit me.
Each time I saw him I couldn’t wait to see him again.
I wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend.
I didn’t know just what to do
so I whispered “I love you”
and he said that he loved me too
and then he hit me.
He hit me in a way that I’ve never been hit before,
he hit me in a way that I wanna be hit forever more.
I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had
and one day he took me home to meet his mom and his dad.
Then he asked me to be his bride
and always be right by his side.
I felt so happy I almost cried
and then he hit me.
Then he asked me to be his bride
and always be right by his side.
I felt so happy I almost cried
and then he hit me.
And then he hit me.
And then he hit me.

I’m just glad I landed in America….the country that originated Sex and Violence into a commodity.

10 Films I Want To See On A Large Cinematic Screen (update: April 23, 2010)

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

I was watching VH1 run Woodstock tonight. Yikes. The tri-partite widescreen is truncated so much, you lose half the story. If you ever need to watch it- at the very least – catch it when PBS runs it in letterbox widescreen.

This got me thinking about movies and moving images I would love to see in a large screen cinema. I saw Star Wars on the week it first came out in an old cinema that sat 1500+ people. I can’t say I’m a Lucas geek, but it was awesome. Once you see a movie that’s specifically made for large format viewing, and shown the way it’s meant to be seen, any present plasma widescreen or even multiplex cinemas are just child’s play.

Here are a few other movies I would love to see in large capacity cinemas.

1. Peter Sellars The Cabinet of Dr. Ramirez
I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to see this 1991 interpretation of Dr. Caligari by Peter Sellars in large screen with Edo de Waart conducting Harmonielehre. Another long version format of a fantastic dream sequence, utilizing Jorge Luis Borges’s games with time in narration.

2. Godefrey Reggio’s Koyanisqatsi, with Philip Glass conducting an orchestra.

Koyanisqatsi has been shown in this format of silent films in the 20s, with an orchestra playing in the pit. I think it would be great to see this classic Ron Fricke / Reggio / Glass vehicle in its large format magnificence.

3. Dom & Nic Chemical Brothers: Setting Sun
A true trance masterpiece in both audio and visual mediums. The video literally puts you in a dream state. I wish all my dreams AND my real life moves this way.

4. Woodstock: Santana Soul Sacrifice
The Santana “Soul Sacrifice” performance, stitching concerned adult locals, with Gaugin-like nude bathers leading into the performance, and ending with the Christ figure is all the handiwork of Michael Wadleigh, edited by a young Martin Scorsese and Thelma Schoonmaker. The handclaps are beautiful downbeats, referencing the birth of trance music in Arabic folk music. Drummer Michael Shrieve, along with the percussion section easily steals the show from the perpetually overrated Carlos Santana.

5. Luis Bunuel’s Belle Du Jour
My favorite movie of all time, with almost every sex perversion (pre-Max Hardcore) in the book, lavishly filmed by the granddaddy of surrealist moviemaking, with a big budget for the first time in his career. What’s not to love? Just hearing the horse bells jingling always puts me in the mood! It’s a polite euphemism as any for “hey comes the kink throwdown!”

6. Andrei Tarkovski’s Mirror
Celebrated Russian filmmaker’s family scrapbook masterpiece, realizing J.S. Bach’s contrapuntal voices in multiple, simultaneous threads of narratives, interweaving like a visual fugue.

7. Philip Noyce Dead Calm
Extraordinarily filmed movie out in the open seas. Kidman and and Sam Neill has one of the most romantic scenes trying to reunite.

8. Gary Ross Pleasantville
A comical and poignant look at how an individual tries to break out of the shuttered conformity of the 1950s in hometown USA. Prejudism is alluded to elliptically by colored people, literally. One of my favorite, intensely creative movies hidden behind a light-hearted mainstream drama.

9. Jean Luc Godard Une Femme est une Femme
Whimsical, playful, upbeat, and the ever endearing Anna Karenina are all in this Godard film that pokes fun at a romantic relationship between man and a woman.

10. Stanley Donen Funny Face
Just because I adore Audrey Hepburn, and this used to be my favorite movie before I realized my sworn loyalty to Belle Du Jour. I think it would be safe to say that we should all be like Funny Face in public, but we should nurture our inner Belle Du jour in private.

The Mac Cool-Aid (update: March 28, 2010)

Sunday, March 28th, 2010

from www.livecrunch.com

I never understood all the trouble Apple MAC went through to sell their computers as a lifestyle. Sure, there was a time when I thought about investing in Apple, but that was before the whole IPOD, I-Phone, writing-screenplays-in-Starbucks-that-will-never-get-picked-up-just-to-look-like-a-sexy-intellectual-to-land-the-chicks-even-though-god-only-knows-how-anyone-would-even-think-intellectuals-are-good-in-the-sack-since-my-dad-told-me-Marilyn-Monroe-dumped-Arthur-Miller-so-you-better-get-your-Joe-DiMaggio-on madness took over.

Why did Apple subject us to the ridiculous arrogance of the Justin Long commercials, the relentlessly self-reaffirming – very vocal- superiority (inferiority) complexes of Mac users (I know the only two cool Mac users on earth…and I never even knew they used computers until my PDZ II – Porn DownloadZilla II finally gave out on me with the BSOD (blue screen of death) and there was still four Futanari pics left on my queue so I had to call for backup. This whole computer-as-fashion-accessory ad campaign seemed actually extremely pedestrian to me. You never see PC users getting celebrities and hot girls to tout PC, but you DEFINITELY see hot girls touting products for rachet sets and motor oil calendars on greasy mechanics’ garage walls…or Fox News getting pin-up blondes pushing personal opinion as fact.

I don’t know why Apple had to lower themselves to such condescending levels when they could have simply used three words.

Mac OSX : Unix

The moment I heard that, I said, “sign me on.”

Those three simple words were more effective than whatever any latté-sipping, hipster-dufus in manufactured-destructed jeans can do to convince me to purchase a product.

It’s not a lifestyle. It’s not a fashion statement. It’s, well, simply put, the operating system’s robust architecture and how it handled multiple threads of code that matters at the end of the day.

Can’t you tell by the way I look that I worry more about substance than appearances?

Afternoon with Bill Evans (update: March 19, 2010)

Thursday, March 18th, 2010