I’m really curious - how many of you hate music in porn as much as I do? In the early days it was pretty fucking bad, I grant you - thumping disco or actual songs played, often chosen to provide…uh…ironic counterpoint to the action. That’s done with, thank God, but the music plays on.
It sucks. It’s unnatural and hurts the sex. C’mon, now. When you fuck and suck, do you make sure to have a soundtrack going in the background? When you hook up in a gas station bathroom, do you stop to ask the attendant to pump in a few tunes? I didn’t think so. Be it the ’70’s or today, all I want to hear when I watch porn is the raw, ordinary, natural sounds of grunting and heavy breathing. Music to my ears.
‘remembering my Bone Structure entry over at the GaySexReport.com that talked ’bout the: “vag without the penis” and today we’re playing connect the dots tying the dick move of the day to Raz B (a former music artist) — ‘claim on his myspace page: “I am not a Gay Male.” –I didn’t think anybody cared who Raz was fucking.
Reminds me of my previous entry on here: “st8 call: no homo” — ‘apparently the reverse is true: Gay Men in mall use the “st8 call” to hide any sense of Gayness…in other words, “No fag moves when you’re in the Mall…’keep it in your pants…and just hug it out, I mean just go for a homeboy hug….you’ll see what I mean, here’s my short clip….Roll tape:
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One of the great things about being middle-aged is you can look back and see how gay porn has evolved. And it has, big time, if only in volume. Back in the day - and I was in NYC, too - there was just a handful of films and even fewer producers. There were droopy mustaches, lanky bodies, huge cocks and a lot of pubic hair. There were stars too, and these rare men were, to my mind, sexy as fuck. Jack Wrangler. Roger. Lee Ryder. Bruno. I suppose it was the repression of the times and in my life but no porn ever got to me like that since.
Then it all got…sleeker. Different companies had different styles, from the muscle bottom dudes at Falcon to the endlessly cumming beauty boys at Bjorn. Then, side by side with the Net, the ‘amateur’ stuff became hot shit. I can’t even list today all the producers who specialize in seducing supposedly straight dudes on camera. I will, however, give them credit for having the balls to still hang onto the myth that the jock with his tongue in his buddy’s asshole never had sex with a guy before. When bullshit is that huge, you’ve got to admire it.
So, what’s happened within gay porn work? What are the real changes we see when we pop in the DVD and unzip? Stay tuned.
Gotta check out the show EC talks about. Meantime, though, I back-pedal: I’m no TV junkie and, lame as it sounds, I get a kick out of some reality shows because I find that ‘natural’ bullshit fascinating. I tend to think it’s an offshoot of the camcorder generation - all those kids grew up being videoed by mom and dad, so there’s this element of ‘reality’ programming practically built into them. They learned early how to both seem to go about their business while simultaneously performing.
If anything, I’m a commercial junkie. They’re like Italian restaurants; when they’re good, they’re very good. When they’re bad, they suck beyond measure. Current favorite is for (I think) that gum that begins with an ‘E’. You know, when they pop it into their mouths, funky music plays, and the chewer gets down wherever he happens to be. In this brilliant one, the young dude is in line for airport security checkpoint. Puts gum in mouth. Music plays. And, in a spin on how you have to take so much off before going through the detector, he does a wild striptease. Now, that’s good advertising.
‘had a weird conversation earlier today on the lack of Gay Programming on TV…unlike “Jack X,” I can’t watch reality television – it always seems as if the reality folks are just playing to five cameras following them around – so, doesn’t it seem an oxymoron to claim you’re gonna get any sense of reality. I do like quirky comedies on cable…
Hands down, ‘Best show on TV, is a IFC show you’ve never heard of: “The Minor Accomplishments of Jackie Woodman” — think “Ab Fab if it took place in LA” –if you get IFC, it’s worth checking out:
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