Thank God I found an angle like you.

The other day as I was leaving work I encountered a note that someone had typed up and left laying about, fallen to the ground as they were rushing about. It said:

“I believe in miracles and higher powers. I believe that we all have someone watching over us, watching everything we do. I believe we all have angles, and I think that you’re one. And I thank God that I found an angle like you.”

How sad that it made me think of porn, right?

Never mind just the watching part, because it’s all about watching (though sound plays a big part in things as well), but it’s all about angles.

Though you might also call it framing.

Or blocking.

Or just plain God-given flexibility.

One of the clips, I stole some of these images from, “Sexy Teen Loves Cock,” is hot. The girl is cute, flexible, and it’s just fun and sexy. The other clip, “Pretty young babe Faye Reagan gets fucked,” is also hot, but I really hate the guy in it. And it’s not as fun. The guy comes off as increasingly sleazy, a little too prone to throw out the “dirty slut” name calling. Granted, I’ve been around the block – and make no mistake here, because Sin Titulo is a dirty, dirty man – and I know that in the heat of filthy passion, things sometimes go that way, but I look at this dirtbag and I have to wonder why he isn’t saying to this young woman: “Thank God I found an angle like you.” But, you know, nicer.

i’m in the mood for love.

Today I wanted to talk a little about angles and how sometimes, something is perfect depending on how you see it.

From 2007′s Lust, Caution.

The genesis for that was going to be (and is now) me talking about how Ang Lee’s gorgeous and seductive film, Lust, Caution. It’s a beautifully erotic film, and stars Tony Leung, the man who is probably the lead actor in every single Chinese adult film.

Not adult as in porno (despite the evidence to the contrary in these images from Lust, Caution), but adult as in mature and erotic films for adults. Watch a film starring Tony Leung and you’ll see what I mean. And not just that, but you’ll see one of the most still, most restrained and classy actors in cinema anywhere in the world.

Tony Leung and Wei Tang in Lust, Caution.

This is how he describes himself: “I am very restrained, very suppressed, very quiet. I don’t like to talk too much because I don’t know what to do in front of an audience. Actually, I don’t know how to communicate with others because of my background and I am scared.” It’s not surprising to hear him say that since his screen presence is a disarming sense of dangerous confidence mixed with wounded masculinity.

From Wong Kar-Wai’s 2046.

Also, he – Tony Leung Chiu-Wai - apparently is known by the nickname of “Little Tony,” to distinguish himself from “Big Tony,” who is Tony Leung Ka-Fai. For some reason, I always assumed it was Chiu-Wai in The Lover, but it was Ka-Fai.

“Every once in a while a train leaves to a place where lost memories are remembered. But no one has ever returned from 2046.”

“…except me.”

If you haven’t seen Wong Kar-Wai’s In The Mood For Love yet, which is one of the most agonizingly beautiful love stories ever, then I suggest you put down your internet and go find yourself a viewing of it immediately. There is no nudity in the film, no sex scenes, and yet it’s so erotic that you’ll ache from longing. And maybe that longing will be satisfied by it’s sequel (of sorts), 2046.

Wong Kar-Wai is a brilliant director and thanks to his cinematographer, Christopher Doyle, you can literally take any scene from either of those (or any of his films, honestly) and just pluck them right off the screen and hang them on your wall.

Tomorrow or the next day, we’ll talk about the angles (you’ll see what I mean). But tonight is me suggesting that you find yourself In The Mood For Love as soon as possible. Maggie Cheung and Tony Leung in that film are real, beautiful cinema at it’s finest. Go see what I mean.

Two Separate Passions.

“…when Tomas made love he kept his eyes open, focused and observant, his body ever so slightly arched above her, never pressing against her skin. She did not want him to study her. She wanted to draw him into the magic stream that may be entered only with closed eyes…She hated that distance. She wanted to merge with him.”

“Tomas came to this conclusion:  Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite.  Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).”

-two different excerpts from The Unbearable Lightness Of Being by Milan Kundera. Recommended. But you should know that already.

And the pictures, of course, are from the 1988 film version, directed by Phillip Kaufman and starring Daniel Day-Lewis, Lena Olin, and Juliette Binoche.

Fascimiles

A great genre of porn is the one that takes a straight culture product and  parodies it into porn. I was reminded of my love for this genre while reading about Keeping Up With The Kardassians, a twist on the reality show Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

And then here’s Pulp Friction, based on Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction:

Then there’s another classic, Hannah Does Her Sisters (from Woody Allen’s Hannah & Her Sisters)

One of the last great old school-esque porn stars, Juli Ashton gives us her take on Being John Malkovich with Being Juli Ashton

And finally, a film I’ve never seen, but that I found while Googling porn titles. Lord of The G-Strings, based on nerd fest Lord of The Rings. You can even buy it on Amazon!

Cybersex.

I have to wonder with the end of Battlestar Galactica last night and what is presumably the impending cancellation of The Sarah Connor Chronicles is this going to be the end of a conscious and visual desire to have sex with hot robots, at least in popular science fiction?

I guess that’s probably a stupid question. As long as human beings are alive and have working genitals and bizarre hormones, we’ll probably always want to fuck everything we can (especially when told, “Hey, you can’t fuck that!”), including the appliances. Just ask the Japanese.

But I guess I’m wondering if that will continue to be the recurring trend in science fiction for a while (or SyFy), or will we go to a more Torchwood-ian desire to have fun polysexual adventures with alien creatures out of time and space?

Not that the exploration of boundaries and new ideas about sex and sexuality in science fiction is a new thing, which is good. I consider myself a fan of science fiction, perhaps a nerd even (there’s a fine line when it comes to being a fan of sci fi that very easily drops you into darkened nerd territory), and I’ve always liked when science fiction goes adult. I don’t just want to hear about space exploration and what’s inside black holes and how time travel will work or what’s going on with m-theory, tell me about us in the future. Tell me how we interact with the universe in new and interesting ways. And, to put it bluntly, tell me how we get off.

But that’s the nice thing about science fiction, right? It’s all about imagination. The same should be said in a lot of ways for sex and things that can be considered sexy.

More and more, perhaps just to nab headlines, I’m seeing stories about human beings having realistic sexual encounters with robots isn’t that far off. That will open up an interesting can of moral worms about what’s right and wrong: Will Asimov’s laws of robotics get a sexy new fourth law dealing with the opposite of the uncanny valley? Will it be cheating on your human lover? Will it be feminism? Will it develop into real love and marriage?

So, so many juicy questions.

For better or worse, you gotta admit that when your “normal” contemporary life turns into science fiction, then it’s a very interesting time indeed.

And Battlestar Galactica, though I feel the quality of your show has fallen by the wayside quite a bit in the last few years, I salute the ride you took us nerds on, and some of the questions you brought up, not just about survival and robots in space, but really the question of what it is to be human. That, and keying us in to the fact that a robot’s spine glows when they have sex.

Thanks, that’s not only hot, but info I can use.

As for you, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, I’ve never really watched you, but even though you sound like a bad joke, people tell me you’re not such a bad show after all. Maybe I’ll get to find out before you get canceled or I end up relying solely on the kindness of robot escort services, just like in AI.

Future, here we come.

The blarney stone.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Today’s a day for a universal bonding between all people in that whether you’re Irish or not, today we all drink like we are!

Luna and I wish we had more to say tonight, but she’s still off being all professional as hell and me… well, I’m staying in tonight and drinking like a professional. But we haven’t forgotten about you, nooooo sir. Today I share with you not a great clip, but a topical and season one: “Faye Reagan – St. Patrick’s Parade in her pussy!” Now, doesn’t that sound like fun?

As you can see from the above screencap… Yes. Yes, it does. We hope you enjoy it and more importantly, we hope you have a fun, safe night, but mostly fun. And we’ll see you very soon.

Lezzie Sunday 02.

Well, the end of the weekend is upon us, and while my illustrious co-blogger is off being all serious like, I’m stuck here manning the fires. And no better pun is set up by the words “manning” and “fires” than one involving the greatest and sexiest force in the known universe: lesbians.

First up, the very succinctly titled: “Fireside teen cunt loving!” I promise you that a title like that says what it means and means what it says. This clip is fun, but kind of silly (isn’t all porn?), but I’ll give it an extra point and knock it up to simply wonderful because it actually features voiceovers and dialogue via voiceovers like: “So, it was just me, the warm fireplace, and my fingers in my wet pussy… Like I had done so many times before.” Wonderful.

Secondly, I give you “Sasha seduces Rebeca,” and I think this is the perfect niche for Sasha Grey in her acting roles with female co-stars: She should always be the tempting big sister, or big step sister, or something like that. Something about her is just wonderfully evil and I really hope that she goes around corrupting young cuties on her own free time not just because she’s good at it, but because she seems to genuinely enjoy it! Anyway, both girls are gorgeous and, well, it’s naked girls having sex. You really can’t go wrong with this concept, I promise you.

And our last video for the day is simply called “Sue Ann and Celina,” and if I was just to give you two reviews here, one extremely short and one more detailed, the short one would just go like this: I fucking love this clip.

I really, really do. The clip consists of two girls sitting in the kitchen, having a nice little chat and playing with themselves. And watching the other while playing with themselves. As much as I (and everyone, for that matter) love watching two women making love, I think that Luna would agree with me tha sometimes one of the hottest things you’ll see in porn (and life too, for that matter) is mutual masturbation.

I also have to love the particularly tasty meta moment towards the end, when the girls are enjoying the afterglow, and the lovely lady on the right asks her friend in what I think is a lovely Australian accent, “I wonder why guys like it so much, when they see two women doing it. I wonder what the big attraction is.”

It’s a good thing that the girls filmed this so they can play it back and see the same thing that the rest of us are seeing.

Your thought for this hump day:

No te amo

de Pablo Neruda

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

Sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

(All images taken from the CK tumblr. Read it in English here

The thousand little deaths my heart has died.

In today’s post I thought I might share with you a lovely piece of poetry I discovered the other day, just to break up the monotony of weird incest and gang bangs that we normally tend to fuck our brains out to here at CK. Hope you enjoy…

A Certain Lady

by Dorothy Parker

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You’ll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings,—
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me——marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ….
And what goes on, my love, while you’re away,
You’ll never know.