Library Girl Sets Sights on Nighty News

Kendra Sunderland, who you may know as “Library Girl” after she put Oregon State University on the map with her now-infamous in-library webcam striptease, might have ditched her studies and dropped out of college after her antics led to a Public Indecency charge and, among other career boosts, a Penthouse magazine spread, but now she’s angling for intellectual credibility once again by auditioning for Naked News.

Kendra Sunderland at Naked News

Broadcasting the headlines of the day in near and total nudity, Naked News quickly made headlines of its own upon launch in 2000 and had many convinced television journalism was now deader than Edward R. Murrow. “The program with nothing to hide,” soon became yesterday’s news to all but a devoted group of followers, so the meeting of Naked News and today’s nude-on-the-net it-girl makes perfect sense. Auditioning for Naked News after an interview with anchor Eila Adams went down a treat with viewers, Sunderland graced the CGI newsroom and tried her hand at teleprompted to-camera delivery. While most Naked News anchors manage to deliver information clearly and succinctly while casually undressing, Sunderland struggled to sound confident and noticeably hesitated when it came to pronouncing Giselle B√ľndchen’s last name. Although only lasting 90 seconds, Sunderland’s audition showed her potential (or lack thereof) when it comes to newscasting. Still, trying to build a career out of a misdemeanor charge of Public Indecency caused by a 17-minute viral video can’t exactly be easy and we should at least congratulate the on-again off-again academic exhibitionist on her continued apparent newsworthiness.

Naked News offers daily broadcasts covering pop-culture, politics, and any other news items deemed easier to digest when delivered by an attractive woman without clothing.

Kendra Sunderland continues her burgeoning business empire with a line of sex toys, a Penthouse contract, and an kendra sunderland on which she performs live and prerecorded shows.

Filth on the Canvas

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The 16th annual Dirty Show wrapped up in Detroit this week, closing out its week-long celebration of all things explicitly sexual, intensely erotic, and outright carnal. After being graced by the endlessly entertaining and enlightening John Waters and seeing performances from all kinds of (performance) troupes and (military-fetishizing) troops, Dirty Show 16’s doors closed for another year. The painters, sculptors, photographers, and printmakers exhibiting in the Dirty halls this year included notable International guests as well as national and local artists. Here we present a small selection of highlights from Dirty Show 16 and hopefully bring to your attention, dear reader, some new artists worth keeping an eye on.

Renowned horror filmmaker Clive Barker contributed this painting entitled The Wolf Behind the Flame that, although tucked away in a corner and easily missed, stopped everyone who passed it dead in their tracks. (Although perhaps Barker’s name was the reason.)
Clive Barker

Cult favorite comic scribe Grant Morrison has said of Gail Potocki that she “conducts seances on canvas.” Bringing to Dirty Show 16 a piece directly recalling Adolf Ulrik Wertmuller’s masterpiece Leda and the Swan, Morrison’s interpretation is more than understandable.
Gail Potocki

Billy Norrby kept his model mostly clothed and instead exposed her not to our eyes but to the swirling energies of the cosmos. Sky Cathedral elevates transcendental self-love to the level of universal, even cosmic love.
Billy Norrby

Portrait of the Artist Entering her Blue Period by Scott G. Brooks placed his model before a glory hole in turn surrounded by messages scrawled into the wall, messages possibly addressing the kneeling, sticky-handed woman, her hair bundled into a pair of classical buns and adorned with (you guessed it) pearls.
Scott G. Brooks

By far the most whimsical piece we spotted on the exhibition walls (or, more accurately, in a cabinet) was Jason Levesque’s gastropod mollusk whose wanderings have left a trail of “grool” in its wake. Surely, that tasty-looking critter is the ultimate overqualified paperweight for the desk of yours truly.
Jason Levesque

John Waters Blossoms Amongst Filth

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Detroit’s annual Dirty Show, a celebration of erotic art in all its myriad forms, welcomed the crown prince of deviancy and master of bad taste, Mr. John Waters, to the Motor City to enlighten attendees on the finer points of, well, being dirty. Not that the audience really needed much help. Dommes, daddies, and heavily-inked degenerates of all kinds swanned about the Russell Industrial Center’s exhibition hall in various revealing or suggestive outfits, really only settling down for Waters’ performance, a revised version of This Filthy World the filmmaker and raconteur claimed was “dirtier, filthier than before.”

Waters regaled the audience with anecdotes of his early filmmaking years, from how he got Divine to eat dog shit on camera to which drugs resulted in the smoothest productions, and aside from a few left wandering the exhibition, had everyone listening with rapt attention. He also discussed my very stock in trade, pornography, calling out the hetero porn industry for rendering even the most filthy vulgarities quite bland. (Case in point: anal prolapses are called “blossoms” in gay porn, “rosebuds” in straight.)

Looking around Dirty Show 16, it seemed Waters was onto something. The more outlandish and adventurous works hanging on the exhibition hall walls were not predominantly heterosexual. Where the female form was used (from a clearly male view point) it was as an object of distant appreciation, an almost abstracted lust that no longer produced a physical reaction in the viewer, just a gentle appreciation of the form before them. Following Waters’ line of thinking, it’s not greater video definition, hotter or younger women, or more “intense” schtupping that straight porn needs, but that obscure element of genuine filth that could reinvigorate what many regard as a floundering industry and (yes) art form. Whether this filthiness can be found in the throng of recent step-incest movies or Kink & Co’s consistently taboo-smashing aggro-fetishism remains to be seen. If you ask me, though, it’s far more likely to spring from a figure like Dana Vespoli (arguably the most sour-looking woman in porn yet a fan- and critic-favorite for her truly adventurous performing career and boldly individual and highly inventive work as a director). With female performers launching themselves as directors after Belladonna, Bobbi Starr, and Ms. Vespoli paved the way, and with the 2015 AVN Award for Best Director going to a woman, Mason, it seems women are only gaining more strength and, we can only hope, bring a decidedly filthy and blazingly original element back to porn.

And, no, unfortunately we can’t hold out hope for Mr. Waters’ foray into mainstream hetero hardcore, which he considers about as sexy as open heart surgery. And besides, the man William Burroughs called The Pope of Trash is trying to get the financing together for a long-gestating¬†family-oriented film.

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Photos by John Froelich, Detroit Free Press