Bonnie Rotten: EXPOSED

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You’d think everyone would be used to seeing a woman’s breasts by now. With rampant displays of cleavage and total toplessness at an all time high according to the National Department of Boobolgical Statistics, and with public disgust at such displays at an all time low, you wouldn’t expect a topless woman in the most sinful, decadent, and indulgent city in the country to turn heads, let alone lead thousands of men to the kind of slack-jawed gawking not seen since the days when Janet Jackson’s infamous hand-bra album cover graced billboards and distracted male drivers the nation over. Yet, here we have intrepid exhibitor of naked flesh, Ms. Bonnie Rotten, swanning around Manhattan and just, like, fucking blowing everyone away with her tits, or something.

bonnie rotten topless in ny

Telling a TMZ cameraman she doesn’t “give a fuck” about being seen naked (No shit?), Rotten traipses through Central Park and cites demonstration of a New York law that allows toplessness as her motivation. The looks of outrage and repulsion as Rotten bounds (and bounces) around TMZ crew members and the occasional actual New Yorker are mind boggling. In this day and age, a woman’s breasts causing grown men to skip girlishly down a path, calmly give directions when asked, and even smile politely when confronted with the, uh, confronting image of the AVN winner’s spider-web breast tattoos – it’s just about unheard of, an almost complete non-reaction and clearly not the one Rotten or TMZ were looking for.

bonnie rotten topless in ny subway

Before boarding a subway train and garnering even less attention for her hardly shocking behavior, Rotten tells the camera she’s starting to feel a little nervous. “I’ve heard they have crabs on the train,” she explains. I mean, fuck, folks – the jokes write themselves with this one! “They’re very real,” she tells a table of men in Times Square ogling her famous, award-wining, million-Google-Image-Search-hit-returning mammaries, basically refuting the claims made by an investigative YouTube journalist in late 2013, as seen here:

Well, TMZ and their controversial pornstar du jour have certainly shown us that… what, women can go topless in New York without garnering much attention from Johnny Law, The Man, or ultra-conservative eunuchs. Cool. It’s a pity Scott Weiner ruined San Francisco for nudists or perhaps Bonnie Rotten would have shot a stroll down Market Street naked from head-to-toe.

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 Bündchen’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.

Pornstars Tackle Irish Dancing

A semi-regular feature here at Mr. Pink’s blog is our well-timed noting of holiday-themed porn scenes popping up when many of us are home from work and very nearly climbing the walls out of boredom. Along with limited membership discounts offered by your favorite sites, these Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, Easter, Fourth of July, and, most recently, St. Patrick’s Day scenes can make any holiday more interesting than your average family get-together. This year, however, something SFW trickled out of the porn world and passed many porn fans by as they headed to Naughty America for Rachel Roxxx’s Irish-tinged romp with Johnny Castle, and it involved Irish dancing.

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RatedXLife posted to its YouTube page the day prior to the annual celebration of all things green and Irish (and drunkenly abusive) a video showing the best Irish dancing efforts from a number of up-and-coming pornstars and established supersluts. Although non-nude and basically SFW, the video is still well worth watching. Where else will you see Jodi Taylor giggling and pogoing in flip-flops, Zoey Monroe showing military-style commitment, and Ana Foxxx’s surprisingly smooth and fluid effort, as well as twirling, bouncing turns from Serena Blair, Kenna James, and Ivy Sherwood, whose bobbing breasts get quite a few close-ups.

Screw the shamrocks and the pints of green beer and tell “Saint Paddy” to buy his own damn drinks. If anything, ‘Porn Stars Try to River Dance for St. Patrick’s Day’ has taught us that you don’t need green food coloring, drunken hooliganism, or public urination to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, just some fun-lovin’ folks unafraid to try shakin’ their asses in an unfamiliar way.

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