Thursday 20 March 2014
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Well, this
was depressing. Watched the first half (only half I'll watch) of the
Nymphomaniac. If Antichrist was angst porn, this was just plain porn. Depressing
porn. Suddenly I no longer have any desire to photograph nudes. If I see
another stranger’s penis, I will freak out. I walk with my va-j-j so tightly
locked, my knees rub. I pity the actors and seriously cannot see the point of
this movie. Like any woman who likes sex is mentally unstable and any woman who
refuses to love is mortally full of self-pity. So, to show two hours of a young
girl fucking (and I mean actual fucking, not sort of kind of artistic fucking),
for every coitus scene, you get to see and hear a beaten, lifeless woman giving
her confession to a fly fisher. The fly fisher is, oddly enough, literal.
The oddest
bit is that earlier I watched a ShowWhite and Seven Dwarfs porn on the net and
it was really fun and erotic and arousing. That one I’ll watch again. I’ll have
to, if I ever want my libido to come out from under the wardrobe, where at the moment
it’s hiding in horror.
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