This is truly fascinating. Freak Fuckers, a porn site devoted to "bizarre" pornography, actually just produces b-horror movie sex scenes with an attempt at a coherent plot. Every other clip on the site makes me think of Videodrome, but Freak Fuckers actually sort of emphasizes the discourse of the Pridesack: why are people paying to see this and ostensibly masturbate to it? This is cinema and grand guignol theater and a donkey show all together. The desire for freak show spectacle has been perverted (a term not used pejoratively on this website) into a Freudian nightmare of GWAR-like proportions. Thankfully, as with GWAR, the tongue is planted firmly in cheek. All the sex seems consensual, and aside from faked enthusiasm for the diddling of tummy-vaginas and neck-pussies, the intercourse seems fairly straightforward and unencumbered by the psychodynamics that drive so much "hardcore" smut; the formula seems to be "put genitals where they don't belong, fuck". The freaks, in this case, are as fake as the prosthetic mouth-vagina's orgasm, which distances these videos from authentic exploitation and comforts your correspondent to no small degree. Is there a disparity between the presumed intention of this pornographic work and its actual result? Are you laughing? Are you turned on?
See also: Labia by Ann Talor
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