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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.

Your Invitation to Lethal Hardcore: Live!

Sitting at home (or “on the throne” during an unscheduled work break) and watching your favorite adult performers get their rocks off while you pretend to be somewhere more exciting and arousing than your usual beat-off spot is fun, sure, but it could be a whole lot better. If only you were able to morph into a blowfly and buzz into, say, Evil Angel’s or Lethal Hardcore’s studios for a day, content to watch porn’s most adventurous women perform in the flesh. Sure, you couldn’t touch them (entomophilia doesn’t really have a place in mainstream porn) but just being in the same room as these incredible women as they work their sexual magic should be enough to make any porn fan go gaga at the chance. And now, thanks to Lethal Hardcore’s Stoney Curtis, you’ll have that chance this April!

Having longed for a way to bring the fans to the shoot, Curtis came up with a post-apocalyptic future in which to set a story that he calls “The Hunger Games meets The Matrix.” Giving AVN a synopsis of his upcoming epic, Curtis let the pitch flow: “America has been in a civil war; we’ve overthrown our own government due to the gap between the rich and the poor, which has wiped out the middle class. … Basically, the country has been split into 3,000 separate territories.” Exposure to radiation has left the majority of men infertile and the human race appears doomed until a scientist brings news of a remedy involving the seed of the few remaining fertile men. With the price of sperm rocketing to millions-per-load, the setup allows Curtis to explore what might happen if something would come along to reverse our sexual roles and induce women to “drag us someplace and fuck the shit out of us.” (That’s where Anikka Albrite, Riley Reid, Maddy O’Reilly, Brooklyn Chase, and Layla Price come in!)

To grab your spot on the sidelines and see this sci-fi fuck-fest unfold live before your very eyes – like The Hunger Games, there’s an audience for the (sexual) mayhem unleashed on the field and in the arena – simply join the Lethal Hardcore Fan Club, pick your 15-DVD porn pack and request your free ticket to the LA filming of the company’s upcoming mega-feature. Now, this offer won’t suit those porn viewers unable to swing a few hundred bucks on porn, but if your finances are in order you could buy yourself a front row seat to watch Riley, Anikka, and the others work their magic. Don’t want your face to appear onscreen? There’ll be masks available. Want to bring your lady? That’ll cost you an extra hundred. Don’t want to miss out on a chance to make every porn lover’s dream a reality? Go talk to Stoney Curtis of Lethal Hardcore – he’s making dreams come true!

Filth on the Canvas

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.)

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.

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.

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.

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.

John Waters Blossoms Amongst Filth

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