On Thursday the body of Andrew Koenig was found hanging from a tree in a secluded Vancouver park. Koenig was best know for playing Richard "Boner" Stabone on popular sitcom Growing Pains. Some might be surprised to learn of a media-mediated personal connection. Being one those kids that banged his head off things, and I mean a lot-- double fucking kicks-- people in my family called me Boneyhead. Perhaps Sloppedbrain would have been a better moniker. In one episode of Growing Pains, Boner comes inside from shoveling snow, drinks cocoa through his ski mask and proclaims "This tastes fuzzy!". In unison my family points at me and says "that's something you would say." "Boneyhead" morphed into "Boner." Some school kids learned of this but thank god "Boner" never stuck outside of my family circle. To this day some of my close family will still call me "Bone" (boner abbreviated) on holidays. Hanging oneself in a Vancouver forest is not an unromantic suicide. My suicide fantasy involves blowing the top of my head off with a shotgun. I've obsessed over this for years. I hear the shot over and over in my head. I hear all the time, anytime when I am alone. Perchtwl. Perchtwl. Perchtwl. The one time I actually had the gun in my mouth I was on my parents' bed. That's where the family gun cabinet was. I mean have some fucking class. Gay dogs attack!
Rest in peace Mr. Koenig. To me the world is fuzzy all the time.
The death of Alexander McQueen, also by hanging, punctures a hole in the fabric of reality. Oh dear pagan gods that was terrible pun. Excuse me while I sound myself. If anyone had ever bothered to ask I would have told them McQueen was favorite designer. Not that I made it permissible for anyone to ask. Of course saying McQueen was your favorite designer was like saying Kubrick was favorite filmmaker. His contribution was like sunlight: it permeated everything and we just took it for granted. The "art" of Lady Gaga is actually a dilution of the Art of McQueen. I remember when he first emerged on the international scene. He was like gasoline: utterly punk and unrelentingly Scottish. His success was something of a fluke. In an "industry" that revolves around who you know it is imperative that at least one genuine weirdo and/or mediocrette rise to the top, ala capitalism wherein some shlub and/or distilled piggery become a billionaire, as an example of success. Opposite of mediocre, McQueen's association with fashion was just a curse. A master tailor who earned his blisters long before his stint in London's ultra conservative Savile Row, his strictly cut mens lines were the things that really thrilled me. Fashion is all about codes. McQueen's mens' lines always referenced easily recognizable historical codes, tweaking them just enough put a crack in your brain. Restraint is the touch of the truly great. I want to be restricted. Don't you? Given the laziness that typically creeps in the mens fashion, McQueen accomplishment is all the more significant. I once spent a year languishes in a rural gas station / sandwich shop to focus the blur. I would always reference McQueen to my female coworkers and they never had any idea what I was talking about let alone who despite the fact he was most famous fashion designer in the world. Like all transcendent "artists" he wasn't a human being. He was an angel from another place to remind us that our world can be different. There are no clothes in Hell.
]]>Hot, or should I say cold, off my viewing of Severed Ways, I was hyped to view Until the Light Takes Us, the "definitive" documentary about the Norwegian black metal scene that lead to a series of church burnings and at least two known murders. Directors Aaron Aites and Audrey Ewell had extended personal access to key members of Mayhem, Darkthrone, and Burzum, in particular Gylve Nagell (of Darkthrone) and Varg Vikernes (aka Burzum). Though having prolonged direct access to the key members of the movement, the film fails on the dramatic level. This is a shame considering the pathos of the story and complex moral arguments that black metal puts before the listener.
Usually I don't like films in which things are given easily the viewer. I want to be lured into a film and be made to put the pieces of the puzzle together myself. To do this right is a hard thing. If it is done wrong a film can become a trudging morass. I wouldn't quite go so far as to pin that negative distinction on Until the Light Takes Us, the film definitively lacks emotional umph when dealing with subject matter that is dramatically intense and morally weighty. The pacing was way off. The structure of the film just sort of floats and this might work well for Robert Altman, but not a doc about a heavy metal subgenre. The directors assume a lot foreknowledge on the part of the viewer. Knowledge most viewers probably don't have. They could have done a far more concise job presenting biographical and historical time lines of bands and band members: who influenced who, what their formal inspiration was, and how certain bands formed, etc. Some of this information was given but only in passing. Considering ideological differences (perhaps) lead to Vikernes murdering Mayhem guitarist Euronymous, maybe such information should have been more explicitly explored.
Ideology is perhaps the most important element in black metal scene and films murky presentation doesn't help. Gylve and Vikernes on the surface seem to have very different intentions. Vikernes clearly intended to spark an anti-capitalist neopagan revolution. The white supremacist and homophobic aspects of his philosophy (not to mention its conservatism in general) are overlooked by the filmmakers. I would have stuck it to him. I'm sure Aites and Ewell would argue that they are just presenting the facts, letting viewers judge for themselves. It seems like hero worship to me. Two things come through: 1) Vikernes is handsome, intelligent, and charismatic: all the makings of a cult leader. If anyone could convince someone else to burn a church down he could. (I'm the kind of person that doesn't need any convincing.) 2) Vikernes account of the events surrounding the murder of Euronymous are bullshit, and one canhardly be surprised he was found guilty of murder in the first degree. The ego of a sociopathic teenager was hurt and it lashed out. Sixteen years on, he doesn't strike me as remorseful.
Gylve's ideology seemed far more personal and formalistic. Disillusioned with the metal scene, he hoped to create an anti-metal, an onanistic (rock) noise ritual celebration of death and cold. He claims he never wanted it to be a "trend" or be commercially successful. I take any such claims by a musician, especially a rock musician, with a grain of salt. Regardless of his commercial intentions, I believe his formal ones. They are very similar to the approaches of (non-rock) noise musicians: the anti-commercial posturing, sonic repetitiveness / extremity, and antisocial themes. Black metal is intentionally lo-fi anti-art to satisfy a purist's decadent masochism. [Why black metal is not noise proper would be a fun essay.) The scenes in which Gylve expounds these intentions would have been better served if he choose to speak in Norwegian. The aesthetic ideas he toys with are almost outside of his grasp of English.
Of course both Gylve and Vikernes intentions fail. The neopagan revolution didn't come and black metal becomes a low & high culture phenomenon. How could it not have? Even if the music of the members of the original "black circle" lacks formal value (which I don't think it does), when you add the sensationalistic glee of church arsons and murder the youth are sure to follow. As Vikernes says "the young instinctually know something is wrong." That same instinctual malaise is what causes youth to join gangs, become Islamic terrorists, slip into drug addiction, or (worse yet) become an A. Rand thumping neocon.
Because of the fascinating nature of the subject matter, I can't say Until the Light Takes Us is a total failure, but its poor construction prevents it from being the definitive treatment of said subject matter. At least I hope it is not the definitive treatment. As time passes things will only be further distorted.
I'm sad to say I've never read Michael Moynihan's Lords of Chaos, a nonfiction report of same events which was met minor critical acclaim upon its release in 1998. I've heard Vikernes disapproves.
Varg Vikernes was released from prison in May of 2009. The Burzum album will be release next month.
Gylve Nagall still records with Darkthrone. Their latest album Circle the Wagons will also be released in March 2010.
For months now I've found myself unable to turn way from David Lynch's Interview Project. I'm not sure what Mr. Lynch's involvement is with this project, whether he is funding it, or it was initially his idea, but the skinny is a small camera crew zigzags across the USA short interviews with a cross section of everyday people. A new interview gets posted every three days.
The crew always ask the same set the questions: tell us about your life, what are you most proud of, what are your plans for the future, etc. It is interesting to get to know what things make life worth living for others; what motivates them to keep going. I would say the people are "normal" but no one is normal so that is a meaningless designation. Besides, people only tell us what they think we want to hear. To the crew's credit most the interviews are of working class and middle class people. Most of the interviewees can be roughly grouped into two psychological categories: those that are content (or choose to portray themselves as such) and those that are not content and are yearning for something else. Some of the middle and upper-middle interviewees are so boring they are painful to watch. Their lives', or at the least the way they choose to portray them, are so perfect you it makes you remember why punk rock exists. Of course these "perfect people" are clearly the inspiration of the suburbia gone bad we find in Lynch's films. Obviously, they cannot be so perfect or so boring. If they are, what's the point of their living? A minority third category that clearly emerges with its own morphology are those who are sad-n-fucked. For these folks it doesn't matter if they are content or yearning because they are, well, sad-n-fucked. Then there are the weirdos. The sad-n-fucked and the weirdos are not synonymous, but naturally there is some overlap. These types also populate Lynch's oeuvre. Not that the crew went out looking for weirdos but they don't have an aversion to speaking to people whose appearance or income level are outside the bounds of acceptable corporate discourse.
I forget about the site for a week or two and then go back and watch many episodes at once. The trouble is that everyday people for the most part really don't have interesting lives and have difficulty framing their experiences in anything other than the stock phrases of the metanarrative of their choice. Many people are recovering from substance abuse. Celebrities or cultural notables often have documentaries made about them because they are interesting or have made some or contribution to society. If you don't fall into those categories maybe a film shouldn't be made about you. A good number of the subjects are "local characters," talented, intelligent, and creative people that stayed or got stranded in their small towns. These episodes quickly devolve into minisode versions of CBS Sunday morning. Within this category of interviewee are those that obviously feel they are interesting and important when, in fact, they are not.
More interesting for me is to closely examine Lynch's introduction to each individual interview and try to decide if he approves of their life or not. Of course the "busy," canonized, hero worshiped Lynch might just have a hemorrhoid on any given day. That I could read anything into Lynch's five second intro is purely a projection on my part, but where would I be without my games. Another fun game I play is to look at the the thumbnail of the up coming interviewee and try to guess what they are going to be like. I am almost always wrong. You can't judge a person by their thumbnail is a new maxim for our social networked time.
Many of the interviews have associated discussion boards where you pretend other persons' lives are your business. Mostly pointless, the boards are always fun to cringe over when a non-working class person tries to provide insight to working class person's life. It's like a presenter at an awards show trying to reads a cue card about someone's life they obviously know nothing about.
There have been many interviews that I have enjoyed; i.e., the guy he arranged a cave to die in but then became too ill to get back to the cave to actually die there, but my favorite remains this gentleman whose alcoholic, racist, antisocial rambles where only answers that seemed to genuinely disconcert the crew:
Reading back over this this, I have to ask myself why I keep watching. What I realized is, or have deluded myself into thinking, is that Interview Project was created for persons other than me. Persons who don't know what everyday people are like. Perhaps the warped black hole of my selfishness no longer permits information about other humans. More likely Interview Project raises questions about those not interviewed? Why were they ignored / censored? What is the motivation of Interview Project? Does it have a political agenda?
]]>I've seen a slew of good films lately (The Last Bolshevik, The Tempest, Gran Torino, Bad Lieutenant v.2) but the one closest to home was Severed Ways. The film tells the (un)story of two Vikings abandoned on the coast of North America circa 1000CE. The two become intimately acquainted with the landscape, stumble on two similarly stranded Christian monks, and have furtive transmuting encounters with indigenous persons.
Most admirable is the presentation of Christianity as progressive revolutionary force. The fact Christianity once was such a force is something often overlooked by contemporary pagans. Though a tone poem more than a narrative, Fiore Tedesco's performance as Volnard, the Vikings who convert to Christianity, is the one true piece of acting in the film. With minimal dialogue, it is a physical transformation. Of course, heathenishly enough, director Tony Stone can't resist putting a little exploitive manipulative streak in David Perry, the proselytizing monk. Orn (again Mr. Stone) remains as Viking as we ever could wish him to be yet is fleshed (psyched?) out with a devastating anxiety dream featuring his earthy wife. As to the Norsemen and the indigenous, it is a foregone conclusion that the interlopers are doomed so why even bother.
This isn't a narrative film though. The landscape is the story. The story is its beauty, its randomness, its Fyre, and its cold. Its completeness and confusion. The Vikings are on a cosmic trip. They're dead already. Stone's brilliant ace in the hole was choosing to shoot solely in DV and emphasizing the formal qualities of the medium. Think Brian Eno's video paintings. The landscapes are always viewed through a digital filter. Transposing this layer of technology over majestic images reveals the romantic ideals we associate with these images to be exactly what they are = conscious constructions on the creators part. As Stone has posited in interviews, the film operates on multiple levels. The images themselves are still beautiful, heartrendingly so. The Fyre and the cold.
The soundtrack operates much the same. Equal parts ambient, krautrock and metal falling within the death-black spectrum, the nondiagetic is music sometimes transcendent, sometimes corny, sometimes hilarious. The tracks not only underscore the romantic construction of nature and Native Americans but the absurd romantic construction of Norse culture within the heavy metal genre. Could anything be more arbitrary and artificial? As if any crust-tachioed pale white trash with a leather jacket would last 30 minutes on a Viking ship? As if Norse society was a society that any heavy metal fan would prefer as opposed to our (voided)culture of Xtreme DSL and strip(club) mall burritos. Severed Ways is equal parts transcendence, equal parts critique.
For all these thoughts, what it really comes down to is: I spent a lot of time during my childhood in forests very similar to those central to Severed Ways. Childhood forests always seal the deal.
Steve thought it was kinda blah.
]]>So I'm slow on the reuptake. I fall faster.
Glancing up, I want to tell you about the Skinny Puppy show. It was the Completion. Perhaps I have a fantasy. Perhaps my fantasy is real.
Before the gig, the fan reaction on the interwebs was outstanding. It was a stripped down set of rare tracks, b-sides, old shit reworked. No guitar player. Who's on the soundboard? Ken fucking Hiwatt Marshall. I can't die enough times. It was an old theater turned into a rock venue with tiered levels each with its own railing. I'm 20 feet from the stage, center, eye level with Ogre. Steve didn't want to stand so he moved back.
We'll ignore the opening act.
Ogre shambles on the stage with walker and beard. Less is more. He's perfected his onstage persona. I've written a lot about the quality of the Skinny Puppy's music in an attempt to get others not to write them off as a novelty act. To a certain extent I have downplayed Ogre's theatrical stage show. This was a mistake. I was floored. His stage presence was magnetic. He has amazing body control. I'm surprised that only now he's getting into acting. His vocal performance was spot on. Any bullshit about him not being a talent because of the vocal treatments just got flushed. Ogre = you were amazing and after being an intense Skinny Puppy fan for over 16 years I have a better appreciation of what you brought to the group.
I don't want to get into details about what happened after walker and beard. I imagine it would be like having to listen to someone else's dream. Ogre's dream?
As expected the sound was superb. Older tracks that had a very stripped down minimal synth pop production were meatily fleshed out. This was in large part to masculine drumming of Justin Bennett. From where I was standing Cevin was mostly hidden behind a large keyboard and laptop bank. He had a lot of live keys going, but obviously a lot of sequencers too. If I could change one thing about the show it would be to have a spot in the balcony to better see his rig and his method. (Unfortunately, I haven't figured out a way to be both stage center and balcony at the same time.)
Peak moments: finding myself singing along to "Addiction." YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. REALLY, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. The spacetime tearing final verses of "Morpheus Laughing." Bennett pounding out a totally fresh version of "...Brap." The crowd going totally fucking apeshit for set closer "Assimilate." NO SERIOUSLY, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
To the one guy who managed to scream "Left Hand Shake!" between songs: I love you. The guy that showed me a picture of his girlfriend in lingerie: I hope you achieved what you wanted (I hope your girl did too).
I did not cry during "Worlock."
This
is only pic you get. Folded in my mind. Cut it open.
After the show Steve said he thought it was awesome too.
It's
official from the Skinny Puppy camp that Last Rights will be
re-released in a double vinyl edition by Nettwerk Records in
correlation with their fall tour. It was also hinted the band that
the full artwork by Jim "I, Braineater" Cummins will be
part of the package. Missing, sadly, Sadly, SADLY will be highly
sought after missing track "Left Hand Shake." This is
emotional blow for a lot of fans. (Ms. Widnoon included!) Personally,
I'm holding out the band will in some way make song available either
as a tour only semi-bootleg 7 inch, or a link to download w/purchase
of full album, or (if decency is still a living concept) play the
song live on during their set. It would be a perfect way to close the
show. I'd be in tears.
The band has also revealed the reason a
new album is not being released to coincide with the tour is due to
the band label SPV filing for bankruptcy. The album and its artwork
are completed, but legal snfus need to be finalized before a release.
This is also the reason for the name of the tour "In Solvent
See."
Finally, the opening act for the tour has
also been confirmed. It's Omaha's own Vverevvolf
Grehv. Some of the tracks on that page tickle my fancy, but
others bore me to hemorrhoids. I'm interested to hear how it
translated live. Much like my "Left Hand Shake" fantasies,
I have secret hope Banana Sloth and Baseck make an appearance. AND
why the fuck isn't Boyd Rice opening for the Denver show?
When
will this tru-fan geekdom end?
This blog is an altered version of found IM conversation:
(9:07:23 AM) Brenda: Roxy Jezel has retired from porn.
(9:08:01
AM) Steve: how old?
(9:09:22
AM) Brenda: she was
born in 82 according to wikipedia.
(9:09:27
AM) Brenda: so
she's 27?
(9:09:47
AM) Brenda: In the
past, i'd admired her work.
(9:10:10
AM) Brenda: I don't
think she's done a lot of work the last few years.
(9:10:53
AM) Brenda: In her
honor, this morning, I wanked to this bondage movie [Roxy Loves
Pain] she made.
(9:11:13
AM) Steve: did it
say why she retired?
(9:12:02
AM) Brenda: she was
always the petite / cute / small tits type. and she was being dom'ed
by this blonde brickhouse, think roller derby not barbie, with big
tits big ass and black nylons.
(9:13:16
AM) Brenda: It was
kinda blah until I got to this scene where Roxy is suspended upside
now with her hands bound and the dom tears open her own nylons and
demands Roxy eat her asshole as she hangs there.
(9:14:39
AM) Brenda: She
made this really cute / desperate whimpering noise while she was
doing it. Then the dom got herself off by rubbing a vibrator on her
clit while Roxy went to town on her ass.
(9:14:45
AM) Brenda: It was
lovely.
(9:15:01
AM) Brenda: Cheers
to you Roxy.
(9:15:08
AM) Brenda: That is
all.
(9:20:07
AM) Steve: well
what is her reason for retiring?
(9:23:05
AM) Brenda: you
called me a perv so I figured I'd give you something
"perverted"
(9:23:29
AM) Brenda: I'm at
[local coffeeshop], so I'm kinda nervous to look up her reason.
(9:24:06
AM) Steve: ok
(9:24:30
AM) Brenda: You
know once you fuck everyone every which way possible it's hard to
make a career in porn unless you can brand yourself like Jenna
Jameson or Ron Jeremy.
(9:24:56
AM) Brenda: And
even those two, are they really porn stars or are they just media
personalities?
(9:26:05
AM) Steve: media!
(9:26:11
AM) Steve: maybe at
one time they were porn starts but now
(9:27:17
AM) Brenda: Any
such career move would have been harder for Roxy because she was
petite, small tits, dark hair, "ethnic" looking (she's half
Thai). And in america you can't be a media personality, at least a
large scale sexual one, if you look like that.
(9:28:06
AM) Brenda: But
maybe Roxy was just a few years too early, because if you think about
Sasha Grey. She's basically the same type.
(9:28:38
AM) Brenda: [I
realize now that this would be a great blog]
(9:28:55
AM) Steve: so write
one!
(9:29:14
AM) Brenda: But
from the very beginning Sasha was totally in control of what she was
doing, and what she wanted to accomplish.
(9:29:47
AM) Brenda: I can
remember Roxy's early movies, she came off like just another naïve /
desperate girl that was fucking for the money. It could have been an
act. I remember the first movie I saw her in, Sweatin' It 8
released by Kick Ass Pictures.
The premise of the series was to show girls oiled up pumping workout
equipment. The camera would do slow motion close ups on various body
parts as the performers worked the machines. Then a stunt
cock would appear and fuck them. I'm not sure about the other titles
in the series but part of volume 8 was like a faux slave auction. The
stunt cock was like the host and they'd intercut the workout scenes
with tasteless interviews of the girls as if they were going to be
auctioned off. After the cum shot, they'd display a figure on the
screen, what the highest bidder bid for the girl, and the girl would
be mailed to that person. Roxy's was worth $9,952.00.
The cover girl of Sweatin' It 8 was Lauren Phoenix another favorite of mine who went on to become a huge star in porn. She had that 1970s porn shape, big hips small tits. The back of box read: "THE LORD'S WORKOUT! When you see gorgeous cover girl Lauren Phoenix take a big, veiny cock up her ass you will have an epiphany. You will find yourself mumbling out loud, 'There is a God.' Because any world in which a stunning beauty like Lauren allows herself to be sodomized on camera for hapless slobs like you is a world graced with divinity." Lauren is one a handful of porn stars that were genuinely beautiful. It came as no surprise that American Apparel tapped her to be one of their models, just like Sasha Grey. Last film I saw Lauren in was the euro distributor Harmony Films' Lauren Phoenix's Fuck Me. (Like Bobby Peru says "Okay, I will.") Lauren does the segways between scenes nude while being penetrated in various positions. Harmony Films feature a soft focus camera, as opposed to sharp edged glare of American porn. It's funny how cultural stereotypes bleed even into pornography. Imagine the final would have been Lauren engaged in some uberperverted sex act. I didn't, how shall we say, make it that far.
At some point Lauren Phoenix got a boob job and I think signed a contract with major American porn studio. Those are two things you can do to guarantee no more masturbatory pleasure from me. (Later in her career Roxy also signed an exclusive contract with Club Jenna, Jenna Jameson's website and production company - the producers of Roxy Loves Pain). Kaylynn, another mondo cute big hips small tits fuck bunny, who despite making a massive splash with wankers, seemed to get ate up and spit out by the industry at an even faster rate than most girls. She too got a boob job, but a contract with a major studio never emerged. Working against her was probably the very successful director-producer Jules Jordan who was her suitcase pimp when she first moved to the Valley.
It is weird career field in which one aspires to indentured servitude. Though some girls like Sasha Grey are catching on. Sasha started her own agency and was in complete control of her career from the beginning. Funny-disgusting-predictable are anti-Sasha basement trolls who now attack her on image and message boards. She exploded on the scene like a thunder cloud of semen. She looked sixteen and was totally depraved. When working with John "Buttman" Stagliano (godfather noncontract studio American porn industry) for the first time, Sasha notoriously asked her stunt cock to punch her in the stomach. What a way to establish yourself. Now that she has proved herself as intelligent as her persona the losers in their mommies' basements hate her.
But back to Roxy and Sweatin' It 8. I eventually mailed Sweatin' It 8 (and a lot of other porn) to my friend Chan when I didn't want to lug "used up" porn to a new apartment. The last time I heard from Roxy was during a bondage session between Steve and I. I was blindfolded and had headphones so I could hear the audio of porn scene while... other things occurred. Steve said he chose the scene at random. It was a Roxy scene, her first anal scene, something which she wasn't doing at the time of Sweatin' It 8. She said other performers told her not to eat before the scene, but she admitted she stopped at Whistle Castle before the shoot.
Following is a list of Roxy's movies available for dl or ppv on a popular bondage site I frequent. This list is by no means a complete representation of her oeuvre:
1 Dick 2 Chicks 2
10 Man Cum Slam 12
1000 Words
101 Oral Beauties
12 Nasty Girls Masturbating
19 Year Old Cuties
2 Holes 1 Pole
2 on 1 vol. 17
2 on 2 vol. 2
5 Star Tori Welles
7 Sexually Shocking Scenes 3
A Cum Sucking Whore Named Katsumi
A Taste of the Orient 2
A.N.A.L. 4: Wrong Hole
About Face
American Bi
Anal All Stars
Anal Bandits
Anal Fiction
And the Envelope Please: Taylor Hayes
Angles of Debauchery 3
Aquafuct
Artcore: House of Whores
Asian Adicktion
Asian Bang
Asian Chicks Who Crave Big Dicks
Asian Fever Sex Objects 1
Asian Pussy Playground
Asian Slits
Asian Slits 2
Asian Slut Invasion 6
Asian Take Out Tramps
Asians
Ass Attack 3
Ass Cream Pies 5
Ass Eaters Unanimous 7
Ass Stickers
Assian Are Tight
Asstastic Asians 2
Asstravaganza
Assylum
Award Winning Sex Scenes
Axel Braun's X the Series 2
Baby Face
Backdoor Desires
Balls Deep 8
Bang You From Here to Timbuktu Pts. 1-4
Bangin' Brea
Barefoot Confidential 30
Barefoot Confidential 36
Barely 18 vol. 5
Belladonna's Evil Pink 2
Belladonna's My Ass is Haunted
Belladonna: No Warning
Best of British Pts. 1 & 2
Big Dick Little Jane
Bitch 3
BJs in Hot PJs
Black Bros and Asian Hoes
Black Cravings 15
Black Thai Affair
Blazed and Confused
Blow Me 13
Blow Me 14
Blown Away 2
Breakin' Em In 5
Breaking Asian Ass
Bring Your A Game 3
British Rich Bitches 2
Catch Her in the Eye
Charmane Star's Asian Booty Busters
Chica Boom 20
Chocolate Melts in Your Mouth and in Your Hands
Cousin Stevie's Pussy Party 15: Unwrapped
Crack Addict 4
Cream Filled Asses
Cream Filling 3
Cream Pie for the Straight Girl
Cream Pie for the Straight Guy
Cream Pie P.O.V. 6
Creamy Ass Pies
Crew-Kake
Cum Buckets 3
Cum Buckets 5
Cum Catchers 2
Cum Dumpsters 7
Cum Fart Cocktails
Cum Filled Throats 7
Cum in 60 Seconds
Cum Shots 11
Cum Swapping Sluts 7
Cumstains
Cumstains 3
Custom Anal
Dirty Blowjobs 2
Dirty Little Devils 3
Dirty Teens in Thailand
Disturbed 3
Double Dippin' 2
Double Shocker 2
Double Teamed and Creamed
Double Time Pts. 1-4
Down the Hatch 17
DP Me Baby 4
Dr. MILF: Pussy Doctor 3
Droppin' Loads 3
Ear Cum
Employee of the Month
English Muffins
Extreme Behavior 5
Face Down Ass Up: Asian Style
Facial Cumshots 2
Finger Fun 2
Finger Fun 4
Flash
For Love, Money or a Green Card
Fuck Away Bride 2
Fuck Me Good 3
Fuck Me Up the Ass then Stick It in My Mouth
Fuck My Ass-n-Make Me Cum 3
Fucked at Home 2
Fully Loaded 2
Fusxion Fantasies
Fusxion Fetish
Gag Land 3
Gag on This 2
Gag on This 9
Gag on This 11
Gag on This 12
Gag on This 20
Gag on This 25
Game
Gang Bang 3
Gangbang Auditions 19
Get Naked
Girl Crazy 6
Girl Next Door
Girls Home Alone 20
Give Me a Cream Pie 8
Gossip
Grand Theft Anal 4-Ari
Handjob Hunnies 7
Handjobs 13
Handjobs: Collectors Edition 2
Happy Tits
He Said She Said
Heidi Spice 3
Here Cum the Brides
Hot Ass Latinas 2
Hot Cherry Pies 3
Hot Imports 2
Hot Shower 14
How Could I Forget that Asshole
How I Fucked My Neighbor
I Love Asian 2
I Love Katja
I Love Roxy
Innocence: Wet
Inside Her Trading Pts. 1-4
Internal Combustion 7: Cream Pies
Internally Yours 4
Interracial Frenzy 2
Invading Asia 2
Invading Asia 3
Jane Blond DD7
Jenna Does Carmen
Joey Silvera's Service Animals 16
John Leslie's Drop Sex 2: The Movie
Jon Dough's Butt Cream Pie 4
Jon Dough's Cream Pie Initiations
Jon Dough's Favorite Blowjobs and Anals
Jon Dough's Favorite Cream Pies
Jonni Darko's Load Sharing
Jurassic Pork
Just Facials 4
Just Facials 5
Key Party
Kick Ass Chicks 37: Spinners
Kick Ass Chicks 55: Super Blowbangs
Kick Ass Chicks 56: 30 Dirty Cream Pies
Kody is in the House
Ksex Games 2
Latex Games
Latin Asian Connection
Latina Lovin'
Lauren Phoenix's Fuck Me
Lewd Conduct 18
Les Stravaganza 9
Little Oriental Fucktoys
Little Titties Tight Holes 4
Load Warriors
Mark Wood: Liquid Diet
Masturbation Mayhem
McCreamy
Me So Asian 6
Me, Myself and I
Milf Booty
Mouth 2 Mouth 4
Multi-Fucktorial
Multiple P.O.V.
MVP Katsumi vs. Roxy
My Brown Eyed Girl
Naked and Famous
Nasty Girls 33
Nasty Lesbian Lovers
No Swallowing Allowed
Not Three's Company XXX
Nudie Coeds
Nut Busters 8
Nuttin' Hunnies 2
Nympho
Oh, Me So Horny
Oh, Me So Horny 2
Oral Antics
Oral Consumption 6
Oriental Desires 2
Orientals in Training 2
P.O.V. Handjobs
P.O.V. Blowjobs 3
P.O.V. Pin-Ups
Pacific Rim
Papi Chulo Facesitting
Pimp My Ride and Nail Me Inside
Platinum Hardcore Collection 4
Playing with Roxy Jezel
Poon-Tang Clan
Pop Shots 9
Porking with Pride 3
Porn Fidelity 3
POV Fantasy 2
POV Virgins
Pure 18 Pt. 2
Raw Pussy 1
Real Female Orgasms 5
Rectal Rooter 10
Reign of Tera 2
Rocco Ravages Ibiza
Rocco Ravages Ibiza 2
Rock Hard 3
Rockin' Roxy
Romantic Rectal Reaming
Roxy Jezel's Fuck Me
Roxy Loves Pain
Rub My Muff 4
Rub My Muff 8
Rub My Muff 9
Rub My Muff 16
Rub My Muff 19
Sakura Tales 7: After School Special
Semi Detached 2
Seven Years in Thai Butt
Sex with Young Girls 8
Sexy Latina Titties
Shane's World 38: House Party
Share the Load 2
She Squirts 15
Shy Love's Put It Wherever
Skeeter Kerkove's Anal Supremacy 3
Slam It in Rough
Slam It in Tight
Slant Eye for the Straight Guy 2
Slanted Holes 2
Sleepy Swallows
Sluts Deluxe
Slutty Senoritas
Small Sluts Nice Butts 6
Sodom 2
Sore Throat
Sorority Splash 5
Specs Appeal 13: Girls with Glasses
Sperm Drains
Splashes on Glasses
Spring Chickens 16
Spunk Drunk
Spunk'd
Spunk'd 2
Spunk'd 4
Spunk'd 6
Spunk'd 7
Squirt Stravaganza
Squirting 101 vol. 10
Star 69: All Anal
Star 69: All Facials
Star 69: All Kink
Star 69: Outdoor Escapades
Stick It in My Face 4
Straight A Student
Strap Attack 11
Sum Yum Ho
Superstars
Swallow the Leader
Sweatin' It 8
Sweet and Petite
T-Girls
Taboo: Foot Frenzy
Tales from the Crack
Tastes Like Cum
Tastes Like Cum 2
Tease Me Then Please Me
Teen Handjobs 2
Teen Obsessions 2
Test Drive
The Best of Roxy Jezel and Carmilla Bing
The Best of T-Girls
The Big Ass Anal Exxxstravaganza 2
The Cream Team
The Cream Team 3
The Creamery 2
The Essential Cheyenne Silver
The Greatest Cum Sluts Ever Pt. 2
The Harder They Cum 1
The Incredible Tia Bella
The Lifestyle
The New Royals: Chasey Lain
The Professionals 9
The Secret Life of Tawny Roberts
The Wet Zone
Those Fucking Neighbors
Throat Bangers 2
Throated 2
Tiny Chicks Sure Can Fuck
Tongue Chow
Top 40 Adult Stars Collection 2
Tough Brotha Love
Trantastic
Trash Talking Teens
Twisted Vision
Two Timers 2
Up Your Ass 22
Watch Your Back
Who's Your Daddy 2
Wild Cards
Wild Fuck Toys 5
Wok On the Wild Side 2 Pts.1-4
Women of Color 8
World Class Blowjobs
You, Me and Your Friend Makes 3
Young and Anal 2
Young and Anal 3
Young and Filthy
Young as They Cum 13
Young Pink 5
Young Wet Horny
Youth-n-Asia
Yummy in My Tummy
~
That is some sort of poetry.
Brenda never found out why Roxy retired. Brenda supports the right of sex industry to exist, but not within the quasi-black market which it now operates. If pornography was not forced to be taboo and/or quasi-contraband workers within it would have more rights, and reduce human trafficking within the sex industry. Brenda supports labor laws for sex workers ensuring health insurance and protection from STDs.
Three records that are currently saving my life:
Iggy Pop Lust for Life
Amon Tobin Out from Out Where
Laibach M.B. December 21, 1984
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