Newseater - Adult Edition

Dirty, dirty, dirty. Nice girls don’t do it, and their partners daren’t ask. That is why anal access is the highest (or lowest) rung on porn’s ladder. In fact, even the word “rung” sounds dirty in this context. And there is no greater anal acrobat than Belladonna, who sports a big black eye a few feet above her brown one, emphasizing the fact that the bum is the final frontier for sexual thrill seekers. So your job this week is to rename this title according to a favorite book from your K-12 reading list (and we’ll close out the Steinbeck category by removing “Cannery Row” from contention).

· Evil Angel (evilangel.com)
· Buy “Belladonna’s Butthole Whores 3″ (gamelink.com)

Original post by Gram Ponante

For whatever reason (and don’t delve too deeply into it), I looked at the title of this movie and heard a rebuke from my mother. “And if you’re so smart, Miss Big Ass Brazil, why did you flunk Algebra?” If something primal in your own memory was stirred by these images, join us after the gap.

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Like Proust biting into his madeleine, there is something about these photos that makes me want to go to Brazil and bite everything.

I don’t speak Portuguese, but I know this man is saying “Don’t ever leave me. And why are you looking at him?“

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· Third World Media (thirdworldxxx.com)
· Buy “Miss Big Ass Brazil 6″ (tlavideo.com)

Original post by Gram Ponante

Existentialist bug fan Franz Kafka apparently left behind a rather sizable collection of hardcore porn stories that “academics have pretended did not exist,” because they don’t want to sully the reputation of a sad, depressive whose sole preoccupation was the pain and futility of modern life. Not surprisingly, the smut is described as “dark” and “unpleasant” … perhaps even Kafkaesque! (timesonline.co.uk)

Original post by Dashiell Bennett

Okay, full disclosure: Samuel R. Delany has been one of our heroes since junior high. We totally loved him for his outsider status and for his refusal to be easily categorized as a human being or a writer. Plus, he wrote a lot of science fiction, and some of us were dweebs that way. But now our adulation has shot to a whole new level after hearing that during his heyday, Delany had, on average 10 - 15 sex partners per day. Per day, people! By his reckoning—and we aren’t going to argue with Daddy D.—he’s done the space boogie with 50,000+ folks in his life. That’s, like, more people than there are in some of your hometowns! You’d have to get it on with the mayor and his wife multiple times to achieve that kind of record.

And while he was doing all these people, he was still cranking out stuff—not just white stuff, mind you, but solid literary stuff. Dude has truly disseminated in every sense of the word. The goodies are revealed in a documentary by Fred Barney Taylor (which is what happens to people sired by Flintstones fans) entitled “The Polymath, or The Life and Opinions of Samuel Delany, Gentleman”, which has been making the festival circuit for months now but which we hadn’t heard about until this interesting piece in yesterday’s CityPaper. Among the choicer tidbits: “In ‘The Polymath’, [Delany] recalls taking a break from his writing routine to have sex with a New York City garbage man in a darkened movie theater — not the kind of thing you can imagine James Joyce doing on his lunch hour.” Which may underestimate Joyce, but we get the point.

“Lust for Life” (citypaper.net)

Original post by sturtle

It’s Thursday! Which means it’s almost Friday! Which is practically the weekend! And this weekend is extra special because the next “Reading for Filth” event well be held on Saturday, June 28 in NYC: in addition to readings by some of the most talented porn writers you’ll ever wank to hear, the press release promises that”Audience members may also check their clothing and go bare if they so choose.” Try and stop us. (No, really:try and stop us.) And as an added bonus, we’re told that scenes from William Friedkin’s controversial film “Cruising” were shot in the very loft space where the reading is being held! Of course, the promoters also insist that Saturday marks the 25th anniversary of “Cruising”’s release, and we think that ain’t right. But as Roz Russell once said: who cares, Edith? Isn’t naked literature enough? (Press release via Joe.My.God; additional info at Time Out New York)

Original post by Fleshbot