“Ritual Waves” (Adult Film Review)

This is a review for Porn Club, you know like a book club… for porn. You can watch Ritual Waves here.

Ritual Waves is an experience that felt better once I was ready to receive it. That is to say, my brain broke (in a good way) on the first viewing and on the second viewing, I got it. As some of you may know, and have been celebrating, May is masturbation month. Masturbation May hasn’t felt special due to shelter in place orders and all that (pandemic) jazz. Did I need a designated month to masturbate after I’d already been in the house for weeks? Not really, but stay with me here. There are lots of ways to masturbate. To name just two, there is the quick and dirty when you just want to release before that Zoom meeting. Then there’s the experience of self-love where you take your time. Ritual Waves is the latter, holy hell is it the latter! Don’t let the length of this 5 minute film fool you, Ritual Waves goes literally and figuratively deep.

Ritual Waves is the type of film that encourages you to experience yourself, all of yourself. The anticipation of pleasure can lead one to hold their mouth agape, saliva escaping with reckless abandon. Those moments when you stop caring about where it all goes, the spit, cum, all of it. Those moments, feelings are celebrated (not depicted) in Ritual Waves. Ritual Waves takes the viewer to that headspace in the first 60 seconds! As the film continues, Lina Bembe’s hands play the role of their lover, exploring and appreciating their body. Watching their fingertips search, press, and pleasure until a golden gratitude is shown upon Lina’s face. If you look closely, you can catch a fleeting glimpse of a clenched jaw fueled by the tension from below.

Ritual Waves then takes a welcome deep dive as Lina goes underwater for a rebirth. Here you can feel the energy and music of the film shift. I want to take a moment and give a shoutout to Manuela Schinina’s music choices throughout the film. I found the music to be fluid, ethereal, and enchanting. I could not imagine any other music accompanying these waves.

I hope you take a moment to watch this film. If you do, here’s some food for thought before you press play. What does it mean to be consumed by something? To be consumed by darkness is to suggest that once we return to light there’s a residue left on our vision. To be consumed by wetness is to suggest that our skin still drinks even after the environment changes. This experience is not unlike taking a shower on a hot day in Oakland. The sweat appears just as fast as we dry off, our skin still drinks. Ritual Waves took me on a journey of what it’s like to see the feeling of that drinking, thirsty skin.

There’s a peace that comes with full immersion, a peace that whispers this is where I live. It’s the same peace we experience when we’re under water and open our eyes. It’s the same peace we experience when we’re not yet close but in a state of flow with masturbation. This peace and pleasure are where I live, in the throes of my own passion. Dive into RW and live there, deeper than you normally go with yourself.

“Orgy #001” Adult Film Review

I will always encourage people to watch porn films that have more depth than just the sex and Orgy #001 is one of those films. I’ve been known to ask clients, lovers, and friends, “How does your body feel?” That question has greater significance during this time of Shelter In Place when many of us are starved for touch. Orgy is a feast of delightfully decadent touch with a depth greater than sex. The depth can be found in the lighting, music, and a few quiet moments of acting. This is eleven minutes that you’ll want to rewatch (or perhaps re-enact) with friends. The feast of touch ranges from an amuse-bouche of stinging touch all the way to the dessert of after care caresses. The cast is a joy to watch! The viewer is left with the feeling that this group enjoys the company of one another even when the cameras aren’t recording. Sex with the benefit of friendship is the vibe this cast gives off and I’m 100% here for it. There’s a rapport that jumps off the screen to generate a feeling of peeking into someone’s living room and that’s what makes this film a treasure.

Orgy is made even better by its musical score (created by Ashur Rayis) which felt like the soundtrack for an edge play workshop. From crescendo to bottom to climax again, it was exciting to feel the music. The music created these interesting vibrations that blurred the audible lines between Hitachis and the vocal joy of the performers.

I found Orgy to be a poetic dance between exhibitionism and voyeurism. The visuals were made that much better by director Teen Wolf’s use of natural light. There were a few quiet moments as subtle as easter eggs that felt like held space for autonomous after care in the form of a quiet stare. Such moments are easy to miss with all of the action, but look again it will be worth it.

Just the thought of passion in the time of a pandemic may find some of you craving physical touch and deep connection. I encourage you to watch Orgy, not because it will satiate your need for physical touch, but because every sense of compersion in your body will celebrate the touch they experience. Orgy was hypnotizing from open to close! I was left with the feeling that every character both earned and received their pleasure from a place of deep connection.

“Ouroboros” Adult Film Review

Take a moment and imagine two dissimilar people to whom you’re sexually attracted.

Hold on to that image and picture the three of you fucking in every configuration. While this is just my opinion, that’s how sex should be, on an infinite loop.

This is the March review for Porn Club. “Porn Club seeks to encourage discussions about porn as an indie film genre, focusing on classic and contemporary titles available to us through our streaming network, PinkLabel.TV. Topics might include technical aspects of how a movie was made, directorial influences, perceived social or historical impact, and other aspects of interest…”

Ouroboros does a great job of infusing studio sex with the infinite loop of fantasy. The lighting was a good balance between a dimly lit bedroom and lit well enough to see what you want. The sex was a fun balance of affectionate cuddle puddle, wrestling, spanks, spit roasts, and grinds. All of the giving, all of the receiving, all of the pleasure without the focus on any singular pleasure, goal, or climax. That’s how sex should be.

This film is what would happen if three people craved each other, abstained from sex, and then they were given license to lay in a studio, imagine what they’d do to one another and then *ding* off goes the bell for the start of their fantasy. I liked this film because it seemed driven by the desire of the actor’s to enjoy and consume each other. It felt genuine. Everything in this film looks, feels, and sounds like real sex. Everything in this film lands as if driven by pure desire. I loved it and I hope that you enjoy it as well.

“Camera and I” Adult Film Review

I’ve been modeling since I was 12 and my brain can be hyper literal. So, every time I heard someone suggest I “make love to the camera” my brain always went to a silly place. Shine Louise Houston may have a similar sense of humor. Camera and I is worth a watch. (It’s 14 minutes long, you have the time to watch it right meow. I’ll wait.)

Are you back? Good! There’s not much I can say without spoilers. I try to watch films without reading much or watching previews ahead of time. I want to go in with a clean slate and nothing to potentially sway my opinion. I’m glad that I went into Camera and I with that clean slate. I was audibly laughing in the first few minutes. I didn’t expect it to be that funny. My favorite line was “you seem stable”. Kudos to Jasko Fide for not only executing a hot scene, but for bringing the viewer directly into their experience of pleasure. The best thing about watching porn is when the actors are not acting, but enjoying themselves. Here are some more films featuring Jasko Fide. Another moment of joy was when we saw the bliss “Sony” experienced when they bathed Jasko in what I can only describe as celestial lighting. This film went from funny, to sexy, to romantic with a post-coital scene unlike any other.

Sometimes you watch a film and you hope that no one ever tries to remake it or change it in any way because it was perfect in its execution. Camera and I is one of those works. (I’d totally watch a sequel to see what “Panasonic” could bring to a scene, just sayin’.) Camera and I is great just the way it is and I hope it gets all the recognition it deserves. Happy Birthday, Shine! Well done!

“Nights In Black Leather” Adult Film Review

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I’m constantly reminding myself how important it is to shift my brain and see with the eyes of the audience from an era. I can’t watch porn from 1973 with 2019 eyes. I can’t consider modern heteronormative #ConsentCulture when I’m diving into a period piece from the gay culture of 1970s San Francisco. I’d never heard of Peter Berlin before diving into Nights In Black Leather. By the end of the film, I understood his appeal. However, it took me a while to get there.

Director Ignatio Rutkowski’s approach to filmmaking took me on a trip that was at times hard to hear or see what was happening. I have a different level of expectations for the cinematography of films from the ’70s. It was the director’s choice to film sex scenes through tent screens or to feature conversation scenes from across the street (making the dialogue practically inaudible) that left me frustrated. I really wanted to get into the story of this German tourist (Peter Berlin) from the start, but there was a lot of noise in the first sex scene.

The phone sex scene, more importantly learning what gets Peter off, sets the tone for the film. From the vantage point of an awkward (knee height) camera angle, Peter walks into his apartment, puts on a record, turns on the TV, and then takes a phone call. That’s a lot of noise for my ears to sift through, but sussing out the dialogue with the person on the other end of the call was worth it.

I’ve never been a part of the cruising culture that seemed natural in the film’s 1973 San Francisco setting. It’s because I’m not familiar with that culture that Peter initially struck me as too aggressive and borderline threatening. (That’s what I mean when I say it took me a while to get there.) It wasn’t until the third scene (which I won’t spoil for you, watch for yourselves at this link) that I began to see that he was maybe just a Daddy. “This is fucking hot!”, I said out loud to the screen as I watched things heat up between Peter and his newly anointed sub (have you watched it yet?).

The takeaway from watching NIBL is to pick up on those signs sent by the universe that highlight our desires. In Peter’s case, it came in the form of an unexpected phone call that ascended into mutual masturbation with his caller. That call set him on a path to seek more of what aroused him. Peter’s arousal tourism happened in chance meetings on the street, in a restroom, and at a party.

Try to understand arousal from the perspective of others.

If you’re a cisgender heterosexual man, what are some ways that you can learn more about what you desire? I’m not talking about pursuing desires, just understanding what you desire and the arousal of others (even if you’re not attracted to them). I encourage everyone to watch porn. If you have an image of porn that repulses you, I encourage you to watch better porn, I encourage you to #PayForYourPorn

While NIBL isn’t my favorite film, I do love the story. I love the raw erotic energy that stems from getting to the root of our desires. I love the hedonistic approach to Peter’s arousal tourism. I love being able to see what the magic of 1970s San Francisco must have felt like. I’ve already asked my lover if she wants to watch this with me on our next date. This might be a good date night movie for you as well! Leave a comment below after you watch it. Enjoy!

Suburban Dykes: A Film Review for Porn Club

I just had the absolute pleasure of watching Suburban Dykes (1990) starring Nina Hartley, Pepper, and Sharon Mitchell. It was a pleasure because it took me back to my teen years when I watched porn on VHS (yes, I’m #GenerationX). Assume that the rest of this writing has the intonation of *insert 40-something accent* “Back in MY day…” Well, let me tell you about the magic of 80s/90s porn. I grew up in Detroit and had a long distance love for California. It seemed like a magical place and all of the porn I watched felt like field trips to the golden state. Porn from that era often felt (feels) like a group of friends, who thoroughly enjoy fucking each other, got together at a house in California and once the camera crew was set up, they did just that. I have a special place in my heart for 80s/90s porn. If you want to witness some of this magic, watch Suburban Dykes by Fatale Media.

Some of the things that may come to mind when you imagine watching porn from that era is (brown chicken, brown cow) music during the sexual play. Something that sets SD apart is that the only time music is presented is to transition the scene, sort of like an energy shift. Once the screen begins to heat up, the music leaves us alone to enjoy the sounds of the actors. Make no mistake, those sounds don’t feel like acting and they become a soundtrack of their own. This choice by Fatale Media makes the viewer feel like a fly on the wall. It was SO MUCH hotter to watch this bathed only in orgasmic sounds from these women.

The narrative was crafted in such a way that helped the viewer care about every scene. In an attempt to avoid “Lesbian bed death syndrome”, Nina and Pepper reach out to the Butch of their phone sex dreams. This is where the story gets hottest. If you want to learn why Nina Hartley is a fucking legend, just watch her on screen. Nina Hartley’s on-screen charisma is unparalleled and I’ve been watching her since my teens. Something I found brilliant about Sharon Mitchell’s role in SD was how their* character was inviting instead of invasive. I encourage you to watch (and re-watch) the scene when they first arrive. They were not aggressive, they were assertive and I found it easy to understand their appeal. Everything about Sharon made me say yes.

SD had some components that we don’t always see in porn today, but was important commentary for 1990. There was a rapid-fire safer sex proclamation (not really a conversation) about bodily fluid exchange and AIDS awareness. A clear statement of boundaries around sexual health didn’t slow down the pacing of SD nor did it “break the mood”. (People who are reluctant to have these conversations should take note.)

Watching and reviewing this for Porn Club has been a joy. I would re-watch Suburban Dykes. I’d even order the DVD and invite friends over to watch it. I hope everyone gets a chance to watch porn where the cast looks like they enjoy fucking each other. Porn gives us fuel for our fantasies, it’s entertainment. But, SD was socially conscious fantasy fuel that focused on the pleasures of a loving couple. If there were an epilogue, I’d bet that Nina and Pepper never experienced Lesbian bed death syndrome.

*-I don’t know Sharon’s pronouns, so I’ve decided to use they lest I misgender them.