Even though I live alone, I still haven’t gotten used to the fact that I can do this.
Call it a force of habit.
Even though I live alone, I still haven’t gotten used to the fact that I can do this.
Call it a force of habit.
can we just take a minute to appreciate that this was an actual line from an actual porn film called “lemon stealing whores" about whores who stole lemons from james deen’s beloved lemon tree
If you haven’t seen this porn, you’re missing out.
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No but actually this film is high art.
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Craftsmate: Do you like [the porn]?
Me: The race relations are a little problematic, honestly.
It was only a matter of time.
This is apparently going to be part of a series of pornstars reenacting memes on http://www.woodrocket.com/.
Someone needs to write some sort of anthropology dissertation on pornography as a cultural object.
M’s Infernal Cabinet of Desire: But is it Art?
You know when you’re uncomfortable with how much something turns you on and so you share it with other perverts in hopes of validation?
The photographer with whom she had an entanglement invited her to an art show, entitled ‘Consent, Ecstasy and Despair: a Study.’ He asked her to arrive early.
He cornered her in the cloakroom, kissed her hard. “I’m so glad you’ve come,” he said, his hands roving over her body, reaching under her…
I’ve seen this porn before. It’s a strange mix of hot and unsettling.
Fun fact: She’s sitting on a TV that’s stuck on the static channel and wrapped in plastic wrap. It’s that kind of weird.
O_O’
Sometimes, screen captures from pornography are incredibly misleading.
There’s almost a reverence in his face here, an appreciation that what he is taking doesn’t actually belong to him, that it wasn’t completely his to take, that her consent – under whatever the circumstances may be – gave him what normal circumstances would not.
Of course, a freaking porn screen capture makes me wax dramatic.
I looked up the trailer: it wasn’t a complete disappointment, but I was pretty far off the mark.
Oh, I’d definitely be the one who puts her reading glasses on for the occasion.
Best part: “What is her problem? She’s just layin’ there.”
I know this isn’t porn, but I’d like to suggest this might be even better than porn.
Also? Can we be these ladies when we group up?
Oh my God. I die. I just die.
Thank you, pushhertoherknees, for making my night.
I love how no one involved can even remotely take this shoot seriously. Like, what is this neighborhood? What is this reality this porn has created in which suburbia is plagued by lemon-stealing whores? When did lemons become so valuable? Even James Deen can’t handle the absurdity.
I’m fantasizing that this is the shoot Deen and Angel met. This is how their relationship was born. They fell in love over lemons, theft, and justice.
I just cannot stop laughing. Those first five minutes are just ridiculous.
I know it had to be someone.
But did it have to be you, James? Really?