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Rosetta Bones – ELEGY: The Death Knell of Sensuality in Smut

ELEGY: The Death Knell of Sensuality in Smut

Article by Vincent Daemon

I had found it quite by accident, really, in one of my lonely late night insomnia porn surfing adventures. I was only looking to give my sorry ass a little self-love, and a stress-releasing nightcap.

Then I happened upon this atrocity.

Two women, one being psycho-nymph porn-pig Ava Devine, the other a near-goddess beautiful slut, the one and only Adrianna Nicole. They were in the process of doing the ol porno pay-for-gay lesbo schtick, rubbing each other down, licking each others sopping orifices. Seemed alright, figured I’d stick with it for a moment. Just something light. All seemed normal: a little kissing; lots of tongue; everything I was expecting, really.

Out comes the big red-gel dildo, and into Ava Devine’s bum. I THOUGHT I knew what was coming (me, hopefully) when it happened. Being as Ava Devine has done loads of rough anal gangbangs and gape films, I really, really thought I was prepared.

Ms. Devine smiles at the camera, her look a cross between ecstasy, lunacy, and a certain, particularly  odd kind of concentration.

Legs around her head, ass splayed wide, it seems like she is holding her breath, pushing outward.

Then, her asshole falls out.

Really.

Adrianna spreads Ava’s cheeks and four-to-six inches of once deeply embedded intestine sluices out of her rear end, like some kind of horrid tube worm, dangling out of her whilst Adrianna proceeds to lick and suck on it, whilst beating it with the aforementioned red-gel dildo.

What the fuck?

My erection now shrivelled — at a land speed record, mind you — to looking like a sodden little old man, my sex drive ripped from me like it was my soul, I continued to watch in stunted fascination, the machinations of my mind circulating a mile a minute as I struggled to understand and accept what I had just seen. From Evil Angel video, this film was titled, quite simply, PROLAPSE.

And indeed there was.

Ms. Devine continued to smile and coo into the camera as Adrianna beat her fallen intestine with the dildo, sucked on it again, gently kissed it, and with her two pinpoint, neon-nailed forefingers gently slipped  Ava’s oozing guts back into her body, it all resembling some horrid red-purple veined babboon ass, Adrianna carefully placing it all back in there just so.

Why is this woman smiling? was all I could ponder, and why is no one taking her to the fucking hospital?

This film PROLAPSE is mainstream porn, my friends, and it appears to be going nowhere good. Apparently moderately kinky doesn’t cut it anymore. I have seen all manner of filmed awful sex acts over the years — the German scat stuff, rape/torture sex flicks, nazi’s, gasmasks, transgendered madness and just plain weird. All fetish stuff, watched by many but gotten-off to by a select few. None of it had prepared me for this.

It seems as though mankind has completely lost control, really in every possible aspect and way there is by this point. Who and why would anyone even want to see this? Sexuality is a unique thing to each person indeed, yes, but these are people who are literally killing themselves, ripping their bodies to shreds for someone’s vile jack-fest satisfaction. Some of these half-crazed, crack addled porn girls will really do anything, let themselves be treated in any fashion, including the apparent total wanton destruction of their bodies. I guess I may be just as bad for watching. In fact I am. I’m not on any pedestal here. Though there was nothing even remotely sexual or sensual about this. In fact, it came off as ANTI-SEXUAL. Still, I watched it until the end, mouth agape (heh), eyes wide as Ava’s, if that’s even possible. It was astonishing.

And I’ve seen some over the top stuff, but there seemed an apparent actual mental illness involved here. Perhaps a typically fucked porn-girl daddy issue trauma, stimulant psychosis, most likely a combination of things. She was SMILING, for fuck’s sake, whilst another woman sucked on her inside out guts. It came off as morbid, quasi-suicidal even. At some point in her wretched life, apparently Ms. Devine just stopped giving a fuck.

It certainly extends out to other areas as well. Most post-gonzo porn films are centered entirely on what is essentially a contractualized rape. Big and angry muscle-porn guys with mean looks on their faces and spiteful retribution (for mother? past girlfriend? the cheerleader who wouldn’t date you in high school?) in their spittle-spray commands and put downs. “If I feel your teeth even touch my cock once, I am going to pull your fucking whore teeth out with a pair of pliers . . . just like the last stupid mouthy bitch.” Followed by a round of gang slapping, gang spitting, a little hair pulling. Maybe a fishhook coupled with a bit o strangulation. Nice. And this isn’t one film, it’s most now.

I still watch. So do you.

To each their own, really. But are we now suffering some form of arousal deficit disorder of some kind? A progression not unlike that of hard drug addiction. And when is too much just too much? When does slap and tickle become punch and tear?

My sympathies are not with these actresses, or the actors. Sad yes that this is the best they can do to make a “living,” as it were, but they are all adults, and those who don’t research what they are getting into, well, shame on ‘em. Although apparently crying porn chicks who are having regressive traumatic breakdowns in the midst of a violent group face fucking, whilst her attackers laugh and make jokes about said breakdown, is a very big seller. I am a very big believer that pornography can indeed curb the “potential rapist,” but this? I am not really sure of the point, other than to titillate the absolute most reptilian mind and base senses of the male beast. Threats of tooth removal, fallen anuses/collapsing intestinal tracts? Full on anything goes hatefuck scenarios? Choke-hold gangbangs? This is only the tip of a bruised and clamped nipple.

This is not sex, it is merely violence. And the exploitation thereof within the (essentially unregulated) industry is sickening within itself. There’s no insurance, benefits, no safety-net for these chicks, some of whom are classy and intelligent and made a decision. The exploited are the naivetes, of which there are many more of, I am quite sure.

The common fuck flick it seems has become virtually inseparable now from those awful Faces Of and Traces Of Death films, and serve essentially the exact same purpose. The death knell has rung out, much like Miss Devine’s asshole has fallen out. Was it worth it, Ava? Perhaps you’ll be the insanely smiling recipient of the First Annual Golden Prolapse Award from AVN next year?

Next time you plop down to enjoy a fuck flick, look into their eyes, some of the actresses, and look deeply into the torrents of madness and personal-hell pain that have driven them to these depths. I can see this one day not so far off perhaps going toward the construction of new orifices through plastic surgery, perhaps even to living eviscerations being rough fucked and yelled at for bleeding everywhere. Or the sexbot that says no, but hey it’s only a robot, so you can really do whatever the fuck you want . . . beat it, rape it, doesn’t matter. It’s just an object. Average is not enough. Extreme is not enough. Before our culture finally prolapses, I mean, uh, collapses, I can see modern porn becoming something so much more horrible than this. The possibilities are limitless. Just you watch.

I most likely will be.

Note: This article is satire. It is no way meant to put down adult industry actresses. Quite the opposite, in fact. There is no judgement, not like it should matter were there to be. As far as I’m concerned, you are doing the world a service. I do believe that a proper health care system needs to be implemented within the Adult Industry for the safety of all involved.

Vincent Daemon, writer and rabblerouser, can be followed on FB @ https://www.facebook.com/vincent.daemon.1 , and join his blog The Writings Of A Depraved Mind @ http://vincentdaemon.blogspot.com/?zx=e40931ba40511a11 

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About vincentdaemon (109 Articles)
Writer of the weird and macabre; columnist for The Intestinal Fortitude; film and music critic and historian/buff; musician; visual artist; photographer; bibliophile/book collector; student of the bizarre, the occult, cryptozoology (and related topics); liver of life and the necessity of experience; loather of ignorance; seeker of knowledge; believer that we need to work together to achieve our common goals.

1 Comment on Rosetta Bones – ELEGY: The Death Knell of Sensuality in Smut

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