BallMashers II

NOTE: If Ko Ko's post of the BME self-castration bothered you, you'll probably hate this, so if you're covered in baby girls or are otherwise of the weak-and-moist persuasion, just leave this one alone. Really.
However, if you hate your testicles enough to puncture them with play-piercing needles loaded into a caulking gun, or if it ever seems like a neat-o idea to light your dick on fire, please video tape it and post it to the internet so that I can leave commentary in the form of yawning emoticons and mock-directions to The Department of Redundancy Department.
PS. To the Good Dr. B., I'm sorry that at 0:17 there is a guy spraying bloody semen. There is, sadly, very little left to be done in the realm of scrotal destruction.

Rather, From The War To The Womb

"Protect our troops - from the womb to the war. What if the fetus you were going to abort would grow up to be a soldier bringing democracy to a godless dictatorship?"

Caption Contest

Winner gets bragging rights. Happy Holidays.

Merry Fucking Christmas.

Carlos must be a very lucky man.

Castrotica... The Worst Planet EVER

What is it about the prospect of scooping my penis from my pelvic cavity that makes me quiver and convulse involuntarily? Why does my heart sink to my feet when I imagine bobbing my balls with a rubber band until they blacken, dessicate, and flake away like sexy dandruff? Is there something wrong with me? It's not because I'm a sexually-defined dudebro either. When I see Chris Farley get rogered in his meatbasket with a giant fish, I barely take notice. It's just not a tender subject of mine. I can, and have on numerous occasions, watched gender reassignment procedures without batting an eye. The idea of flaying my penis and shoving it back inside of me to make an ugly little cooter doesn't "irk" me. At least not in any emasculating way. It garnishes a big "whatever" on the "holy fucking shit" scale. So why do eunuchs make me want to die a little bit... oh alright, A WHOLE LOT? I think it's that becoming a eunuch is so final. It's like being trapped in sexual purgatory, where repulsive, body-modified men named "Byron" and "Skab" force you to eat uncooked rice and lactate into their willing mouths. If the mind-numbing duress and finality of replacing your entire biological motivation with keloid-scarred androgyny is something that appeals to your weekend warrior side, then, maybe you need something to dissuade you.

Albino Porn

Oh holy grail of internet porns, I salute thee.
Here at Pridesack, we usually post videos. Usually. Today I make the exception because I'm damned if I can find free interweb videos of albino porn - somebody please prove me wrong.
Anyway, these are all the same girl, the same albino, but boy does she love touching wee-wees on camera for profit. And yes, I do believe in her albinism, despite the pigmentation of the eyes, she seems to have otherwise unnaturally blonde hair (the roots of which show to varying degrees) and of course, melanin-free skin. More about the eyes (which are not lab-rat-red)-
"Oculocutaneous albinism type 1 (OCA1) (Mendelian Inheritance in Man (OMIM) 203100) is the type with (usually) the least amount of pigment. People with this type generally have very pale skin, white to yellow hair (depending on subtype, see below) and light blue eyes..."
Yes, this is the "surprise" I mentioned last Friday - SomethingAwful goons said that it couldn't be done and fucking BAM! I ruled them tres hard.
"Why is this awesome?" you might ask (if you're an asshole who hates fun) - well, because it's rare - albinism is, I mean, and the point of "awesome" porn (not gross, not painful, not stimulating, necessarily, but awesome porn) is to find the exotic and force it into some form of eroticism. Rarities (congenital deformations, amazing talents, fantastic locations, costumes, positions, etc.) plus sexual acts (or at least genital contact) equals pretty interesting stuff. So you know, have at it.
P.S. You're all very welcome.

Oi!/Oy!

After much begging, pleading and black mail, Ms. Owen has finally allowed me to contribute to the crusty, runny, smelly little erogenous zone we call the Pride Sack. It's an, um, honor. I think.

Unfortunately, the footsteps I have to follow are of such great girth and width. Each and every one of the regular contributors are valued connoisseurs of the filthy underbelly of the online porno community. What could I possibly offer?

Seeing that there's a monopoly held on unsettling and disgusting content I suppose I will have to use my expertise of all things awkward to pull my weight around here.

And what could be more awkward than curious skinheads?


Okay, I guess they seem pretty sure of themselves. Apparently the only thing skinheads love more than smoking, drinking, atrocious techno and beating the shit out of people is some good old fashioned brotherly love.
A-dorable.

This on the other hand just scares me. This is a man who you do not want to cruise. Any guy badass enough to rock the U.S. flag chest piece while spraying seed all over the internet is far too much man for me. I don't think I've ever encountered someone so enthusiastic about causing harm with his sex organs and jizz-lathered hand. He doesn't even know you, but boy does he want to make you his bitch. Yikes.

On that note, be safe this holiday season. Though times get lonely, fellating scary skinhead boys isn't always the answer. I leave you with an alternative.
Merry Christmas, happy Chanukah

"He Eats Shit While His Mullet Blows in the Wind"

Despite having one of the most poetic titles I've ever encountered, this video kind of sucks for a couple reasons. You can tell it's not home-distributed because of the music. What kind of self-respecting redneck would publish a video of himself tossing his wife's salad to weirdo 80s trance music? In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Greens Trailer Park, he owes it to his fellow greasemonkeys to play "Enter Sandman" on his cassette player as he cornholes someone who could very well be his 3rd cousin.

Man, I was hoping that shocking fetishes wouldn't penetrate that demographic, partially because they're kinda gross enough, you know? I used to see a lot of 5th graders at my old school wearing XXL Looney Tunes shirts from 1994, talking about how kickass their father's Chevy was (dual pipes? Rev that shit!). After you see this guy's wife soft-serve up some of last night's TV dinner, you're automatically treated to a guest tour of what it looks like to eat shit in the bathroom of a double wide.

(P.S. You never actually see his mullet blow in the wind, but as the video ends abruptly, you can see that he was going to spit the dook all over his wife's back. Extra-credit to anyone who finds the second edition of: "Gone Muddin' With My Wife.")

Latent Seafood Fetish

I'm glad that seafood fucking crosses gender and ethnic divides. Really. And what are those chicks playing with in the background? Oh yeah, eels. The ladies in the background look eastern european, so Japan apparently doesn't have a corner on the fornicating-with-edible-aquatic-life market - a fact that doesn't comfort me in the slightest. Is it the slipperiness, the phallic shape, the vaguely-vaginal smell, the taboo, the teeth? Is this thing diversely documented because it is a ubiquitous fetishization of seadwellers, or am I just preoccupied with this particular bizarre means to orgasm? I'm actually surprised that I've been unable to find a specific website dedicated to mammalian-osteichthyes eroticism. As there are extant videos, I had kind of assumed that there was a niche site, you know? Pay-per-video shit. Perhaps there are sites like that, just not in English, which brings me to a new pet complaint -
Ways in which Google disappoints me:
-A Journal of Narrative Theory essay by Ulrike Brisson about Mary Kingsley's study of Fetish in West Africa, called Fetish and Fish, was able to mislead me for several paragraphs before the term fetish was explained as the colonial use of the term, as idolic, polytheistic worship or something. I DO NOT LIKE BEING DUPED BY SUBJECT SPECIFIC DEFINITIONAL VARIANTS, ULRIKE.
-Fetishfish.com is not about fish fetishes, at all.
Next week I have a surprise for you all, and it isn't this.

Brown Town Revisited

I like to look up pornos with the word "disaster" right there in the title - it comforts me to imagine that I'm about to witness some sort of pornographic tragedy, and face it, this blog is all about pornographic tragedy. This, then, is it - the sort of thing that those who engage in dumpster diving live in terror of (well, this and the rectal prolapse thing). What did I learn from this? Most importantly, I learned that Tucker Max is no fibber. I learned how to pause any porno set, if even for a moment. I learned not to let the mic guy play practical jokes that involve putting eyedrops in the pornstar's coffee. Also, I learned that hardcoreweather.com is not nearly as entertaining as I'd hoped.

Pain Is The Cleanser

[note: please watch this video on mute, as otherwise Bush totally ruins my argument.]

Essentially, this is how Lemmy would masturbate if Lemmy ever masturbated, which he does not, because he can't keep the gash off of his steel-like manhood long enough to wrap his powerful fist around it. Rather than the inverted schadenfreude of typical S&M, this is just METAL. Like, say, eating lightbulbs and listening to Judas Priest/Gorgoroth/Dethklok/Mayhem/Napalm Death, putting umlauts over every letter in your name, growing your hair as thin, greasy, and damaged as possible, getting a tattoo of a viking ship made of skulls, or just being Andrew W.K. - this is probably just the most METAL way to masturbate (unless you're jerkin' it in the pit, punching guys all the while and like, rubbing their blood and teeth into it or something). The scrotal garrote proves that you are a man, and you rock deadly hard, so hard that your balls just turn black from the force of your spermatozoal might (and also from that rubber band you're strangling them with).

Can Your Pussy Do The Urinal?

Let's take this conversation from piss hole to piss hole, shall we?
This video is of interest for three reasons that I can think of directly:
1) the hose-master has an accent which allows me to imagine him as a sedated Paul Hogan
2) you can clearly see her vaginal walls as she "push[es] it out slowly"
3) the audio equipment used in this recording was some kind of wonderful, and the sound of fresh urine being PC-muscled out of a vagina is like, incredibly horrible
oh, and 4) the video ends on a queef

Why use a perfectly lovely (if slightly hyper-elastic) vagina as a urinal? Did they, too, watch that episode of South Park where Cartman explains intercourse thusly: "Stick it inside her and pee. If you don't want to get her pregnant you pull it out and pee on her leg"? I tried to ask Google for an answer, but all I got was this game which is hosted on funnygames.biz but is not a funny game AT ALL. "The object of this game is to make this sexy but terrified girl pee." Start playing and notice which hole the "stick"(nail?) is going in.

Levi: I would never buy that for the Wii

lol, Levi, lol.

The Other Out-Hole

Please, for a moment, consider catheter insertion. Remove it from medical necessity, and cogitate whether this is something you would ever want done to your genitals for fun. The audience I've polled, some among them who have endured the exquisite experience of getting a piece of tubing shoved into their urethrae, almost universally shout "No, Ms. Owen, that would be painful and it would suck horribly!" And yes, it most certainly would, because the urethra is a tiny, fragile orifice designed for getting UTIs and expelling body fluids. Cue squirm-inducing video:

For Him

For Her [thank you to the Kozak for this delicious donation]

More on urethra sex/sounding/pee holes in THE FUTURE!


Unrelated:
Anteaters have four-pronged schlongs, which grow to enormous size and shoot barbed sperm that cause vaginal catastrophes in female anteaters after each session of intercourse. Additionally, I am not a scientist and base half of my research on lying. Fact check me here.

I love reactions to cupchicks, and I love grandma. I also love combinations.
Speaking of Cupchicks, The Smoking Gun just did a fabulous little piece on the origins of; Dlisted sees the story, and raises you a "blame Alberto Gonzalez".

Here Be Low Prices

In case you haven't seen it already (it has been blogged to death, but I offer it regardless) here's the video of a 21yr old from Arizona - "Baseballplaya" - who happens to enjoy badgering his witness in Wal-Marts and Dillards, in the natural habitat of trouser-perusing octogenarians. This video was originally posted on X-tube before it was removed (along with his profile, which described an affection for edging, bears, and daddies.)
Wal-Mart has historically been a site for births, deaths, and D&D lolz, so it doesn't surprise me that he would chose to stage a solitary, genitally exposed larping campaign there. The question then remains, what would his character gain from such a quest? I found the answer lurking like a mangy inbred child in the mind of my local DM, Kyle "Extreme Kyle!" Dart-Gintzler:

Dart: In that case I would actually say he gets a magic item from it. Maricopa County and Walmart's Enchanted Parchment of Restrained Order. While it is cursed in that he can't get into a Walmart without summoning 6d6 kobolds to attack, he gets a +5 to all intimidate checks against women, and a +5 to bluff checks to kids.
Dart: Also a sword that does an extra 5 damage to gnolls
Dart: It's also better used as an adventure hook where he has a reason to go through the dungeon "Maricopa County Jail." But that adventure is only for level 10 or above players

Dick Splinters

You know that post I made earlier about furniture porn, and how I expressed a desire for a live-action video presentation thereof? Right, well, wish granted - lucky me.
Why is this wonderful? Because it's absurd to have intercourse with such a sexless object. Perhaps my admiration of the video is just general penis envy; I'll be the first to admit that if I was blessed with the endowment of a clam-hammer I'd be cramming it into every gaping maw and unresponsive slot I could find (instead, I'm cursed with a camera-pouch).
The video's description provides no insight into motivation, and instead reads like one of those brilliantly scripted MAD TV sketches that celebrate the linguistic impairments of foreigners:

"A guy is fucking his chair...

The chair didn't orgasming."

Was the chair supposed to orgasm, or is that sarcasm? He doesn't seem to be putting forth much effort at getting the chair off, but some guys are like that. What would a chair orgasm even look like? Why did he film it? Why is there a page-peel transition to the slowmo takes of this guy dicking the chair? Why do his moans sound like a door creaking open? Is he doing this to prove a point?

Airtight Seals: Fetish or Fuckin' Weird?

In traversing the dark subcultures as presented by the myriad of internet porn videos that Google will yield, sometimes you DON'T find gems. In an attempt to find videos that are relevant to the (dare I say?) shocking nature of sexuality, I've obtained one clip that runs tangential to our focus. It's not quite sexual, yet it can't be quite platonic.

The act that this man commits is so easily justifiable as an act of hazing, but nowhere in the video do you find evidence of another person. The only sentient being is himself, taking a warm Roman facial (made possible by the wonders of saran wrap). As a digression, would you say that saran wrap is innocent stuff? I would have five weeks ago, only having knowledge of it as the plastic that kept my casseroles fresh. Now it's just a common item in shock fetish videos. Something to keep the shit out but the vomit in. Yummy!

The last phrase in the video is: "Pretty gross, but I just got it done." What influence created this man's urge to "get it done?" He doesn't seem to be a "Larry the Cable Guy" type, although it's hard to tell now. Drinking nearly a gallon of milk is crazy enough, but wanting to squelch your face in it is... inexplicable.

This video can't be sexual. I hope it is.

If They're Teenage, Is This Illegal?

Today is Part 1 of "Sex With Things That Scare Me":
Giant Squid (AKA God's Tumors) - Since Giant Squid are notoriously rare, and so evil that the blackness of their sin chemically eviscerates anyone unfortunate enough to encounter them, their closest (also evil, but more edible) relative is the common, creepy-ass cephalopod: the octopus. This video is like a Japanese essay composed around the generic thesis question "If I can put in in my mouth and my aquarium, why can't I have sex with it until it dies?"
See also: the eels, the seacucumber thing
As an aside (or some kind of compensatory video post for my general laziness) here's a shittily forced portrait of one of America's greatest heroes in a half-shell, and of fucking course it's on an EverQuest messageboard. Spoiler: April gets a nunchuck in her puckered starfish, and it is awesome.

Dear Japan...

I'm so mad at you right now - your filthy, slippery body and your harsh moon-language squeals during the orgasms you earn from the most abominable, loathesome sources, your rapturous convulsions at the sight of potential food source/bodily orifice combinations, your little hands and impossible promises of yaoi-drawing robots...
Oh, and this.
What the fuck, Japan? No, you know what? No. It isn't fucking OK. Put your over-enthusiastic peace-sign down and shut up about "desu, desu!!!!," we're done. Stop it. No, I'm out of here. Don't ever try to fucking call me again.

An Engineering Marvel

The future is cumming.

Amputation; part deux

Today's "DON"T CROSS THE STREAMS" combines amputation fetishes with civil war reenactment!

You can get started by doing some research over at sonofthesouth.net, where they have real civil war era doctors notes on how to remove that hideous limb.

Having made a circular division of the integuments, the next object is, to preserve skin enough to cover the front of the tibia, and the part of the stump corresponding to the situation of the tibialis anticus, extensor longus pollicis, and other muscles, between the tibia and fibula, including those covering the latter bone. Throughout this extent, there are no bulky muscles which can be made very serviceable in covering the end of the stump, and consequently the operator must here have sufficient skin, by dissecting it up, and turning it backwards.

You can find Civil War era surgical like this guy did for under $60, but make sure they're not fake. I've been burned too many times while buying antique medical equipment to not warn the less experienced.

Congratulations on the bear!

This has everything you want in a porn movie: Animal cruelty, bland sex and dogs discovering irony.

Apotemnophilia: Puns Ensue

I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume you've never stared at one of your limbs and wished it would make like a rocket and take off.

But what happens when you catch the old phantomus limbus? After the years of fantasizing and inevitable fetishization of the removal of your own limbs, you finally get that hateful mobility-monger off of you, but you remain haunted by it's ghost!! Like some kind of fucking foot-shaped Casper the Friendly Ghost, your new phantom limb itches, cramps, and sweats just like it used to, with the grave exception that you can't itch it, adjust it, or put a sweat-band on it.

That's when you visit Doctor Vilayanur S. Ramachandran, a neuroscientist who famously helped an amputee get rid of most of his phantom limb. When the good doctor was done, his dear patient had only phantom fingerlets attached to his shoulder.

One of my favorite podcasts, Radio Lab did an excellent piece on this doctor's revolutionary therapy in which he used a mirror to trick the brain into uncramping a phantom limb. Skip to 18:18 to hear the full, totally awesome story.

Sexually Retarded

Hi, I'm Jason. When I was invited to come down to the Pridesack office, I was beside myself with glee. I had no idea that my visit would end in my becoming a full-time guest-blogger. At least not before Ms. Owen entered the meeting room with not one, not two, but three acrobatic sex midgets in tow. Their exposed genitals were a mess of nails, blood, and a variety of flora. As they pleasured her, she explained between gurgling, gibbering shrieks of hateful excitement that I was to become GUEST BLOGGER IN CHIEF.

"Oooohhh my god," I thought. "They're going to eat her, and then they're going to eat me." One of the midgets darted it's eyes up from it's work and eyed me hungrily. Immediately, Ms. Owen lifted the thing into the air with one well executed tug. Patches of pubic hair ripped away and hung from it's saline-injected lips. A single tear rolled down it's cheek, sliding invisible through a fake mustache as she flung it into a corner. The poor thing crumpled head first against a novelty sized pink anvil. It's head became a thing of blood and meat and possibly living viscera, as the organs spilling from it seemed to writhe in spasmagic pain. Pink goo bloomed from it's bare, ambiguous genitals, and I realized it was dying mid-orgasm.

"I'll take it, the job I mean!", I hollered, trying to un-widen my eyes. Too late, I realized my tongue had been lolling loosely from my placid features, and I bit down mid sentence.

Dude Fellates Dolphin; Excitement Should Not Ensue

Alright, today was my birthday. I'm a full 19 years old, and let's say I want to cruise the internet for some innocent, interesting stuff.

You would think that that situation could end innocently. Maybe I could go to Pitchfork and laugh at some pretentious reviews, search Wikipedia for some random shit, or even go to my college's website and get some goddamn work done.

Nope. Dolphin Porn.

Since starting this website, my normal interests have all been subjugated to this revolting fascination. I can't read music reviews anymore without thinking of the bestiality I could be writing about here. It's like being on the event horizon of a black hole.

If the black hole were a dude suckin' on a dolphin's dick.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEVI, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIC!

Furniture Porn?

Yes, FURNITURE PORN! I do wish that it was a proper video, but the slide-show is necessary for the display of the dialog. Also, furniture is inanimate and as such, it cannot actually copulate.

As today is Friday, please to enjoy some Smurves. Smurfs? No, Smurves. I'm pretty impressed by the quality of the blue body-paint, and the fact that they're catering to a seemingly French/American nostalgia while speaking Portuguese or Spanish or something (someone clear this up for me, please?)
Two choice aspects of this spectacle? A little after half-way through, they whistle as they blow bang Smurfette. Also, Gargamel has his numbingly repetitive way with her. Unfortunately, Smurf-canon is not adhered to, as male Smurves were bald under their hats, and Gargamel was always accompanied by Azrael.
Next week: either I'll find Snorks porn or, more likely, just more Asians and seafood.

shoot from the hip

This update is late because I'm morose.
It's more fucking dinosaur porn, only this time, shittier costume, shittier cast, and everyone looks painfully uncomfortable. I can't decide if this is a spoof or not; on the one hand there is a whole bunch of green ejaculate coming from a fake (plastic?) boner on a guy in a dinosaur costume. On the other hand, there is what appears to be genuine discomfort on the part of the ladies, at least, and you just know that the guy in the costume is having about as much fun as a mascot at a little-league game for a team full of carpet samples. I don't know if that made sense. This really isn't funny. I've been drinking.
Here's another thing, and this time a gross one. So, enjoy the notfunny+gross. There is liver (?) in her vagina, and it looks like guts.

I read a how-to about fucking a chicken.

Finding material for this is time-consuming. I have to wade through a lot of human-hell just to find these sparkling, puckered gems. For example, today I watched videos of a horse fucking a man (the one who later died from a punctured colon and they made that documentary Zoo about it) and a girl who has some kind of raisin for a vagina and this one horrible video of a girl shooting a brown bear and then having sex on it. I read a how-to about fucking a chicken. People are vile creatures when they know they're being filmed. I'm not hyperlinking to these videos because they're not good enough. Bestiality isn't funny, and it's the entirely wrong sort of vulgar (eels don't count as animals because they lay eggs that become larva. Fuck them.) and making fun of someone's genitals seems unnecessarily cloddish. On to the video!

This is blasphemous. And German. Of course it's fucking German - just two adjectives and you already know what happens.

The Pterodactyl Hypothesis

Although the nature of many videos previously posted is somewhat... odd, I think we can reasonably attach some sort of provocation to the fetishes presented. Even if we don't understand the psychological roots of coprophilia or why some people just like getting barfed on, there are insinuations.

Poo is warm, pseudo-orgasmic in its hurried release, and it (according to the text following Cupchicks) symbolizes some sort of submission to a (shitty) Peter Pan complex. I understand that casting off all of the shameful connotations usually associated with deucing your cargoes is appealing to some people, and there exists a similar argument for vomit. Yet, sometimes my intuition is eluded.

I really have no idea why pterodactyl porn exists.

Its mere existence is an arrogant assumption. I can't imagine there is a very vocal dinosaur fetish community, and I supremely doubt that it would amalgamate for long enough to set a reasonably attractive girl atop some Cretaceous rod.

There are many questions asked in this video, yet in conclusion, I just want to ask the most imminent one.

Was the inclusion of the puppet serious?

Osteogenesis Imperfecta

As far as this site goes, three things:
Please comment. It makes us happy to read comments, and you want to make us happy, right?
Finding this material is going to become increasingly difficult as time goes on, so please, submit shit! Just e-mail it in or whatever and if it rules it'll get posted, and you'll get the credit for it and you too can become America's Sweetheart!
Lastly, the site is going to be updated on weekdays, whenever we get around to it which will hopefully be in the afternoon but certainly before midnight. Now back to the linking:

This is only 1:34 long, but all you actually need to watch starts at 1:00. just... give it 34 seconds. She's either a zombie or some kind of starving, soiled nympho. I'm not even going to say what happens, but oh god, watch it!

In supplementary news, there is now a porn site devoted to the handicapped, called gimpsgonewild. I have no immediate reaction to this; everyone else gets to do it, why shouldn't the crippled further marginalize themselves by catering to fetishes? But here's the kicker, they're selling things also. It isn't merchandise, so much as it is used panties and dildos. Perhaps you are not offended by self-exploitation, or the sale of soiled goods, but look at the layout of that website! It is so painfully trashy - it's almost as if the "regulars" of the Hot Topic in Macon, Georgia kind of rubbed their paws together and spent two hours listening to Limp Bizkit - NOT IRONICALLY! - and crapping this website into being. Seriously, flames?

Name that creature

This is, in my opinion, a perfect follow-up to yesterday's Eel porn, which I feel as if I should have written more about. Anyway, the problem with this porn is that I have no idea what the creature is that they're using. A mudpuppy, perhaps? Do seacucumbers have guts? Around {Edit: more like 2.30-3.00} minutes in, it gets really icky.
Seriously, what is that?

Why is there no poop on xtube?

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Eels

Okay. Levi is being a lazy f-bag about doing his guest post. That's okay.
Instead, let me welcome you to a wonder of modern Asia: part one and two of Eel porn.
They're baby eels and yes, that is an asshole.

Cathy

Cathy is a porn that I would put in the "funny stuff to send your friends who don't like scato" folder. It isn't profound, or profoundly upsetting, unless you hate interracial or something. To be enjoyed, though, it MUST be viewed with the volume on. Srsly.

Rectal Prolapse (for fun & profit!)

So, rectal prolapse porn. This video starts out benignly enough, a blonde getting planked in the chute, but it escalates into sheer "ugh" - which is why I'm posting it. Because this whole blog-experiment is founded on both juvenile admiration of genitals and filth, and because the situationism of this stuff on the internet (if we view the internet as a community, as a place, as an environment in which humans exist through interaction - consumption/production and the rest of the economy of social capital as argued by Bourdieu) is an incredible opportunity. Are you so jaded that you can no longer be shocked by this stuff? Does the computer screen anesthetize you, or does the nature of videos and moving pictures remove you from the reality of the act displayed? Why are you watching this stuff?

Warren Ellis did a bit about shockporn in his weekly SuicideGirls column, The Sunday Hangover. excerpt:
"...the more of these things you see or read of, the more you realise that American porn now has no relationship to sex. Seriously, when was the last time you laid out sheeting for your girlfriend to throw up over in between blowing you? When was the last time you punched your girlfriend in the back of the head while you were coming in her?"
His conclusion? America has broken sex.
I'm inclined to agree.

Cupchicks

This is not the StileProject, and not Rotten.com, not Goregasm and not ConsumptionJunction, because those sites seem flooded with puerile gore and boring midget blowjobs. However, I see no shame in stealing their shit like any other intellectual kleptomaniac blogger.
Speaking of shit.
CupChicks is pretty much the grossest thing I've seen, although many hours have been wasted trolling the internet for something worse. [kudos Levi, the originator (for me) of this currently viral scato]

Can you think of worse than roman showers, coprophagia, and lesbianism? Dan suggests stoma fucking. While I see a few references to this as a fetish, I can't seem to find a video. On a potentially related note, "Gamao to stoma sou" means "I'm fucking your mouth" in Greek.