
So, I’m going to reach into my top hat here and pull out this rabbit out for you…
That’s the video for the new Ciara single, “Love Sex Magic,” which is three of my favorite things. It features Justin Timberlake because, whether we like it or not, that guy is out there. Just like AIDS, man.
For like the first time in a year or so, I turned on VH1 the other morning, and… Wow, what a graveyard. Is this where mediocre music goes to die? Mainstream? The only diamond in the rough was this video, which I instantly thought was ridiculously sexy. The song isn’t great, but it’s good, I like it, and it works. As the Boston Herald put it: “Not quite magic, but it grows on you.”
That it does.
And granted, I know I’m screaming at the top of my lungs in a room full of deaf or uninterested people here, but Justin Timberlake, WTF? Is his presence necessary here? Especially considering this is a Ciara video and for the most part, she’s forced to just basically be the pretty girl with the lovely voice who gets the sing the hook on her own track.
Also, the other thing that gets me, is that Timberlake looks so incredibly disinterested in this video. This beautiful woman, a talented singer and dancer, is grinding all over him and except for a few moments here and there, he looks like he’s waiting to clock out and pick up his check from the record label. Was Jessica Biel standing just off set, watching with a mean scowl on her face? It’s horrible because it kind of undersells the video and makes Ciara look like she’s trying to hard to win over, what? This guy? Please.
I shit you not, the Wikipedia caption for the above photo is: Ciara as a sexy tigress in a cage in the music video.
But I guess this also fits into the bit more than slightly misogynistic trend in music videos where the loser guy just kind of sits there while the hot girls do all the hard work and sweating. And Ciara is certainly doing that here. And then some.
And Timberlake just looks like he’s thinking about playing with his magic wand.

Luna de Miel: Worst name for a porn site ever?
Sin: Yeah, a site of nothing but cumshots would make more sense. I mean, I’d avoid it, but it’d make sense. YouJizz. That… I do not like that.
Luna: Yes, he will. Also… the reason I’m even aware of the existence of youJIZZ is I was reading a sex blog that was recommended to me by Google Reader. They also linked to
Sin: Let’s leave my dating history out of this, shall we?
Luna: Then you’ve found yourself in a real pickle then, huh? Would that work with girls too?
Sin: Being told to orgasm at gunpoint, either with the gun to your head or with the assailants holding a loved one hostage?
Just so there’s no confusion: We love
Sin: Does it end with you and your porno troupe turning to the camera and obliterating the fourth wall by telling the audience, “And now… you jizz!” Or do you just jizz on us, like one of those 3D rides at Disneyland back in the day?
Luna: This will be the kind of porno you watch ironically.
Sin: I feel like if our blog hadn’t been called Carnal Knoweldge, it would’ve been called Ironic Masturbation.
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I think it’s safe to say that once human beings were able to perfect capturing the images of life as a means of recording our experiences as animals on this planet, be it in words, oral tradition, or drawings on the walls of caves, then a form of intertexuality was born. True or not, someone was given the ability to walk in and point at a story you liked or enjoyed and say, “Oh, by the way, that’s incest.”
The same could be said for porn, without a doubt. Once we were able to capture the recreation of the telling of ourselves as sexual beasts, we were able to capture every part of it, real or imagined, including when two people who share a little genetic code start bumping uglies. It happens consensually (and sadly, sometimes not) in real life, maybe not a lot, but more than you’d think, I’m told, and in the idea of fiction, it could probably be used as the ultimate metaphor for closeness.
If I was a much more pervy and skeezy man, I’d say that incest porn is the ultimate depiction of the post-post-post-nuclear family. But I’m not quite there, not yet.
Sadly, I can’t totally tell what’s going on in “
There’s no sound in “
There’s no dialogue in “
What starts off as an early morning trailer park cuddle up for warmth in “
In “
And then we get to “
I’d really love to talk to
Some fantasies, some naughty trains of thought are exciting to us because they’re just wrong. Some things
But some things are perhaps just better left in the realm of the imagination and own dirty heads.
Okay, so we’ve talked about the Goddesses of Euro-pop before, but for tonight’s very short post, let’s talk about the fairest of them all, the Queen herself:
Luna and I want to apologize for these little breaks we keep seem to be taking, but we’re working out the kinks, I guess you could say. Porn is, after all, a full time job. But for tonight, I leave you with a sexy song and a sexy video, Kylie Minogue’s “
Ha ha. Enjoy it. We’ll see you soon.
Inspired by
Miss Goldfrapp, who in conjunction with a man named
True fans of the above genres will tell you that there’s much, much better artists than Goldfrapp in the business, and they’re right, but my God, isn’t a Goldfrapp a lovely package? Lush, beautiful songs with a dynamic, sexy voice and
Regardless of the criticism of Goldfrapp, and there’s been a lot, say whatever you will about their music (and you’ll notice I’m less into justifying this group to you right now, or delving into their substance, when I can deliver unto you their very special spectacle), but they do what they do…
…quite nicely. Sin Titulo is a fan. Here’s the first song I ever heard by them a great many years ago, entitled “




I’m not at all crazy about the title of our last clip here, “