I just finished Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie's Lost Girls, and I'm blown away. I never fully understood the nature of true pornography. The lather, rinse, repeat nature of mass-pornography is utter shit compared to Moore's masterpiece.
Most pornography of today reads like an instruction manual - insert tab A in slot B, then into slot C, then into slot D, remove and moneyshot across tabs D and E.
What Moore and Gebbie do is create a wholly literate and engrossing bit of pornography that appeals on both a textual and artistic basis. It's fucking brilliant.
What truly amazes, however, is how it weaves the concepts of sex and death so tightly together. The vaginal end of the paedophiliac Capt. Hook, and the final images from the war are gruesome, and not out-of-place.
I am in awe!
Most pornography of today reads like an instruction manual - insert tab A in slot B, then into slot C, then into slot D, remove and moneyshot across tabs D and E.
What Moore and Gebbie do is create a wholly literate and engrossing bit of pornography that appeals on both a textual and artistic basis. It's fucking brilliant.
What truly amazes, however, is how it weaves the concepts of sex and death so tightly together. The vaginal end of the paedophiliac Capt. Hook, and the final images from the war are gruesome, and not out-of-place.
I am in awe!
toxic:
Hey hun, I just wanted to thank you so much for your lovely comment on my "Strip Twister" set in Member Review. I very glad you enjoyed it! I hope you have a wonderful day! xoxo Toxic
lillithvain: