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Tory Lane: Insane on an Airplane

Vying for mainstream respectability, some adult performers today claim that feminist ideals, college tuition payments, politically-motivated sexual libertinism, and therapeutic self-treatment are behind their careers in the pornographic arts. As admirable as those motivations may be, there’s also something to be said for those women who, when push comes to shove, enter porn because they’re downright sexually insatiable. Of all such performers, nobody approaches the complete abandon and wild, animalistic intensity of Tory Lane. In fact, the woefully under-appreciated Ms. Lane is such a relentlessly aggressive and committed performer, she sometimes takes things a little too far. Case in point, Delta Flight 17 that flew from Atlanta to Los Angeles late last month.

With a reputation for unbridled animalistic lust and a penchant for DP-heavy gangbangs, roughhousing, and physical abuse, Tory Lane’s infamy in many cases precedes her. When it came to the aforementioned Delta flight, however, Ms. Lane landed in LA a bigger legend than ever. According to eyewitnesses, Lane, a passenger on said flight, lost her temper and started something of a scene prior to landing. As reported by the UK’s porn-obsessed Daily Mail, an apparently intoxicated Lane was arrested after allegedly assaulting passengers and crew while Flight 17 was in the air. Upon arrival at LAX, a “kicking and screaming” Lane was detained by Los Angeles Fire Department and taken to a local hospital for treatment. After being taken to LAPD 77th Division Jail and booked for suspicion of battery on a police officer and public drunkenness. Later released on $21,000, Lane took to Twitter to address the debacle, leaving only this message:

There’s always 2 sides to every story! pic.twitter.com/vKCQevG9nd

— torylanexxx (@misstorylane) February 21, 2015

So, in tribute to Tory Lane’s unstoppably wild nature both on- and off-screen, here’s a few choice selections from her porn work.

– Teaming up with dynamic ass-obsessed Romanian gymnast Lea Lexis, Tory’s ‘Wiccan Sisterhood’ scene for Brazzers’ Hot & Mean proves she’s just as fierce paired with a woman as with a man. The leather, chains, and heavy make-up only the scene more carnal.

– Jules Jordan has captured Tory Lane at her finest and two scenes in particular prove this: paired with the woman who could be her hyper-slutty equal, Angelina Valentine, in Squirting Machines 2, Tory gapes, groans, and growls like a beast; but even that intense scene can’t match her totally unhinged Oil Overload #3 gangbang, a slippin’ and slidin’ and swearin’ air-tight DP bonanza!

– The relatively sane Bang Bros seem to fly into a frenzy whenever Tory Lane stop by, as evidenced by her infamous Tugjobs effort and a Fuck Team 5 scene that unleashed her, Claire Dames, and Alexa Jordan on the unsuspecting LA public.

– And then, of course, there’s Tory’s recent slate of appearances at “Porno Dan” Leal’s Immoral Live where she does almost everything: smokes cigarettes, diddles herself with a giant candy cane, squirts like a fountain, chokes Brooke Wylde, and rides a whole bunch of cocks, fists, and faces along the way.

Tory Lane is due in court for sentencing later this month. (Let’s just hope nobody breaks her two longstanding rules….)

Jules Jordan review

Beatin’ on a Budget! with Exxxtasy

A few years ago, a friend of a friend was over at my place and noticed a stack of about ten DVD-R spindles sitting on top of a bookshelf. When I told him they contained digital copies of old and obscure Japanese, Korean, and Polish cinema titles, he couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t my questionable copyright infringement that disturbed him, it was the idea that I still kept content stored on physical discs. “Media should be streamed,” he told me, “DVDs just take up landfill space, degrade in quality over time, and are prone to damage.” I defended my burning habit: “But you can’t loan a stream to a friend or throw it into the trash if it’s a shitty movie.” Still, he maintained that streaming was the way to go, a position clearly held by the subject of this week’s Beating on a Budget, the streaming only Exxxtasy.

Now, don’t get me wrong. If you’re a particular kind of online porn viewer, the kind that keeps an archive of, say, Belladonna’s roughest gangbangs or the complete online works of Alina Li you won’t have much use for Exxxtasy, where downloading is prohibited. Those of you down with HD streams, on the other hand, might not have seen a site this appealing for a long, long time. Exxxtasy has only just begun its assault on your bandwidth, but it’s already a large site hosting tons of high-quality mainstream porn releases that, though not exclusive, are great to see pulled together in one place. Even though Exxxtasy was already dirt cheap to access, the site is celebrating its growth with a discount that should have all you porn-streamers clamoring to think of a totes sweet username. Originally $9.99-a-month, Exxxtasy, home to titles by Elegant Angel, Harmony Films, Pure Play Media, and Killergram, among others, can now be enjoyed for a ridiculously low $4.99 (valid for your first month’s access).

Although it’s by no means a perfect site, Exxxtasy overcomes its detriments (poor navigation tools, no downloading, no photos, no Roku channel… yet) and, quite simply, makes you an offer you can’t refuse: who can pass up 1,500 killer porno scenes starring A-listers galore for a measly $4.99? Hell, I was even granted complimentary access for review purposes and I still bought one month inside Exxxtasy. And here’s why…

THE MATH:
Exxxtasy currently holds a pretty dang substantial 1,547 scenes in its archives and charges $4.99 for one month’s access. This price point means that each individual scene hits a cost of only .3¢ – that’s one-third of a single cent! What more savings does a dirt-poor porn fan need?

Bargains like Exxxtasy don’t come along too often and especially not those granting you access to a hefty award-winning porn archive starring every pornstar worth a damn over the last decade, so (personal opinion alert) I’d pounce on this one if I were you.

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