Robert Longo Johnny Mnemonic (1995)

‘Johnny Mnemonic is frequently considered one of the worst sci-fi films of the modern era. It is not! In fact, it stands up exceptionally well after 16 years — especially if you’re drunk. (Seriously, alcohol really helps.) Roger Ebert said this movie “doesn’t deserve one nanosecond of serious analysis but has a kind of idiotic grandeur that makes you almost forgive it.” I’m willing to forgive Johnny Mnemonic, not because it oozes camp, but because the movie really meant to be better. The problem is, we’ve all been watching this movie the wrong way.

‘Johnny was directed by Robert Longo, a New York-based painter/sculptor most famous for his works in the late 1970s and early ’80s, part of a troika of artists-turned-filmmakers — with David Salle and Julian Schnabel — often considered the face of the yuppie art boom. Longo worked closely with William Gibson (the sci-fi author and coiner of the term “cyberspace”) on the film’s arguably tortured screenplay. Most famous for his ‘Men in the Cities’ series (which may or may not have inspired those iconic iPod ads), Longo played the brooding artist during the film’s production process in Canada, dressing in all black and offering reporters pithy bon mots like, “Artists are the last people left who can tell the truth.” Johnny was his first and last foray into film. …

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Sam Taylor-Wood Nowhere Boy (2009)

‘When Sam Taylor-Wood emerged in the 90s as a photographer/video artist, her work was fixated on decay, madness and death. In Method In Madness, a man laughs, sweats and screams. In Hysteria, a young woman mimes hysterical laughter. In Breach, a girl sits on a floor and cries and sniffs in silence. These films don’t have a beginning, middle or end, and are all but unwatchable. In Brontosaurus, a naked man dances like crazy to classical music. In Knackered, a naked woman mimes badly to opera. Many of these films rely on visual puns and unlikely juxtapositions, and cry out for meaning where none exists. Some of the work is rather beautiful – in Still Life, a painterly bowl of fruit decays in time lapse; in Ascension, a man balances a dove on his head while tap dancing over a dead body; and in Pieta she cradles a Christ-like Robert Downey Jr on darkened steps.

‘Taylor-Wood is new to the movies. Nowhere Boy is her first feature. She has made one short film, about two schoolchildren who fall in lust to the Buzzcocks. The aspiring punks in Love You More chat coyly before snogging, gobbing and shagging with furious intensity. It’s a surprisingly explicit film – one that verges on the voyeuristic. As an artist used to calling the shots, Taylor-Wood was amazed by how many people get a say in a feature film. “The minute you go into certain realms and budgets… I don’t want to use the word control, but you lose control.” She smiles. She may not like to admit it, but she knows just how controlling she is. She is even controlling about the use of the word control. (For the shoot to go with this interview, she decided on the look, called in the clothes and chose the photographer.) …

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Cindy Sherman Office Killer (1997)

‘“Cindy Sherman does not consider Office Killer to be part of her own body of art, since she was more of a hired gun to direct the picture,” writes Catherine Morris in The Essential Cindy Sherman. However, Sherman was not simply a “hired gun.” In the June 1997 issue of Art in America, Sherman herself acknowledges that the general idea for the story was hers, that she was involved in preproduction, that she gave specific instructions to the cinematographer and the actors about what she wanted, and that she played a direct role in the editing. She is officially credited in the film’s titles for the story idea and her role as director. Then the movie bombed, and everyone, including Sherman, stopped talking about it.

‘Part of the problem is that the movie isn’t really a horror film, or even a send-up of a horror film. It’s more of a dark “chick pic,” drawing on the tradition of The Women (1939), combined with elements of camp and satire. The relationships between the women (all the main characters are female) echo a Joan Crawford-led women’s picture from an earlier era, where the films—from The Women to Mildred Pierce (1945) and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane (1962)—explored the complicated interpersonal dynamics between women and their struggles for men, power, and independence, the roles of the men often an afterthought in the narrative. There are numerous thematic and atmospheric parallels between Office Killer and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, another mix of horror and melodrama from three decades before. …

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Larry Clark Ken Park (2002)

‘Larry Clark learned photography at an early age. His mother was an itinerant baby photographer, and Clark himself was enlisted in the family business from the age of 13. In his mid-teens, Clark began injecting amphetamines with his friends in 1959. Always armed with a camera, from 1963 to 1971 Clark produced pictures of his drug-shooting coterie that have been described by critics as “exposing the reality of American suburban life at the fringe and for shattering long-held mythical conventions that drugs and violence were an experience solely indicative of the urban landscape.” In 1993, Clark directed Chris Isaak’s music video “Solitary Man”. This experience developed into an interest in directing. After publishing other photographic collections, Clark met Harmony Korine in New York and asked Korine to write the screenplay for his first feature film, Kids which was released to controversy and moderate critical acclaim in 1995.

‘Film critics who do not find social or artistic value in Clark’s work have labeled his films obscene, exploitative and even borderline child pornography because of their frequent and explicit depictions of teenagers using drugs and having sex. In Kids, Clark’s most widely known film to date, boys portrayed as being as young as 12 are shown to be casually drinking alcohol and using other drugs. The film received an NC-17 rating, and was later released without a rating. Ken Park is a more sexually and violently graphic film than Kids, including a scene of autoerotic asphyxiation and ejaculation by an apparently underage male (although the actors are all 18 and older). As of 2008, it has not been widely released nor distributed in the United States. …

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Matthew Barney Cremaster Cycle (1994 – 2002)

‘Matthew Barney’s art presents a serious critical problem for me, one that borders on embarrassment, and may disqualify me from writing on it at all. It began almost the instant I set eyes on his work in a 1990 group show at the now defunct Althea Viafora Gallery, when I experienced what can only be called an epiphany. The art world was in crisis; everything was in flux. Suddenly, this 22-year-old appeared naked, in a videotape, climbing ropes, then lowering himself over a wedge of Vaseline and applying dollops of it to his body. Spellbound and flabbergasted, I thought, “Whoever or whatever this is, I need to see more of it—much more.” As with Wagner’s Ring, part of the fun of his most recent work, a quintet of films called the Cremaster Cycle, is immersing yourself and parsing its symbolism and themes. The optical force and intellectual sparkle of Barney’s work renders claims of obscurantism beside the point. Like all great art, Barney’s exists beyond language.

‘In the order that they were made, Cremaster 4, with its jerky cuts and relatively meager budget, is the rawest of the lot, and the one that hones closest to the original biological story. Cremaster 1 is my least favorite, perhaps because it’s the only one Barney’s not in, and I miss his considerable star power. Nevertheless, it’s growing on me; though the slowest, this part is still gorgeous, and shows Barney spreading his creative wings. Cremaster 5 is a magnificent operatic leap of artistic faith, ravishing in its use of crimson and black, and deeply melancholy. Cremaster 2 is stunning, complicated, lucid, and underestimated. The sprawling, majestic Cremaster 3 is my nomination for Best Picture by an Artist. …

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Isaac Julien Young Soul Rebels (1991)

‘After graduating from St Martin’s School of Art in 1984, where he studied painting and fine art film, Isaac Julien founded Sankofa Film and Video Collective (1983–1992). Julien was nominated for the Turner Prize in 2001, and has had solo shows at the Pompidou Centre in Paris (2005), MoCA Miami (2005) and the Kerstner Gesellschaft, Hanover (2006). Julien is represented in the Tate Modern, Centre Pompidou, Guggenheim and Hirshhorn Collections. One of the objectives of Julien’s work is to break down the barriers that exist between different artistic disciplines, drawing from and commenting on film, dance, photography, music, theatre, painting and sculpture, and uniting these to construct a powerfully visual narrative. Thematically, much of his work directly relates to experiences of black and gay identity, including issues of class, sexuality, and artistic and cultural history.

‘Young Soul Rebels is Julien’s only foray into full-length fiction film so far. Set in the London of 1977, the film tells the story of Mo and Chris, DJs on a pirate radio station. When a gay man is murdered in a London park, Chris is arrested for the crime. Julien imagines the epochal year of 1977, when Punk Rock exploded into public consciousness and Queen Elizabeth celebrated her Silver Jubilee, in terms of its hybrid qualities. Most intriguing is the film’s examination of the popular cultural upheavals of ‘77 from the perspective of Black Soul culture rather than from the predominantly white, working-class Punk rock perspective. It’s an approach that’s partly justified by the time itself, given the centrality of race riots to the period, the overlap between punk and reggae and the solidarity between anti-fascist campaigners and musicians.

‘Young Soul Rebels might now be seen as the missing link between the impressionist, avant-garde fury of Derek Jarman’s films Jubilee and The Last of England and as a a crude, low-budget hybrid of My Beautiful Laundrette and Pump Up the Volume. One of the many things that the movie tries to be is a murder mystery whose plot twist is clumsily reminiscent of Antonio’s Blow-Up. Young Soul Rebels is at its worst when it is trying to be a whodunit. Early in the movie, it is quite clear who the murderer is. And the moments when the film tries to build suspense are clankingly overdone. At its best, the movie lays bare the schisms in London society in scenes of the local street life, where tensions are often on the verge of erupting into violence.’ — shadowandact

 

Douglas Gordon, Philippe Parreno Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait (2007)

‘Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait is a cinematic collaboration between artists Douglas Gordon and Philippe Parreno, in which 17 cameras (film and video) are trained on Algerian-born French soccer legend Zinedine Zidane for the duration of Real Madrid’s fairly important league match with Villareal in April 2005. (The film furnishes no context of this type or any other, but Real were chasing Barcelona for Spain’s La Liga title.) Not renowned as the chattiest of men, Zidane had nevertheless met with the directors and endorsed their project.

‘Gordon is perhaps best known for 24-Hour Psycho, in which he projected Hitchcock’s movie at two frames per second: clearly this is an artist intrigued by time-based media, and the degree to which images can be scrutinised more fruitfully outside of the whole. One wouldn’t then expect a Gordon ‘documentary’ to be stuffed with archive footage or talking heads. “We thought we could use ideas from the art world,” Gordon told the Guardian of his and Parreno’s intentions, “and combine them with popular culture.”

‘Zidane announces itself within seconds as an artwork – in the graphic design of its titles, and by a zoom into an abstracted extreme close-up of a television screen showing the match. Gradually, Zidane himself is centred on the screen within the screen, albeit as a blurred figure on a green carpet. The score – modal drones and meandering guitars by Mogwai – gets into gear, and then we’re off, transported into Gordon’s and Parreno’s multi-camera footage. The mystique of Zidane probably deserves a film as elusive and taciturn as Gordon’s and Parreno’s, one that polishes his enigma rather than penetrates it, now that he has trudged from the pitch and into the pantheon for keeps. …

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Yoko Ono and John Lennon Rape (1969)

‘During 1960s Yoko Ono had written a few scripts to produce movies. Out of those scripts, Ono finally chose to produce ‘Rape’. Funded by her husband, John Lennon, she hired four film technicians and asked to follow a girl and record her day’s activities, importantly without her permission. The seventy five minute long film when released had generated heated discussions amongst the art loving public and critics who accused the artists-duo of violating the privacy of a hapless individual and subjecting her to the same tribulations against which the film was intended to produce effects. The girl who was followed by the filming team was Eva Majlata, an Austrian girl whose work permit in London had been over by the time the filming was taking place. The girl was set up for the shooting in agreement with her sister who had even given access to the filming team to Majlata’s rented room in London.

‘The film ‘Rape’ opens with Majlata getting caught by the film crew at cemetery where she goes to spend her idle time. Initially she is very flattered. Though she knows that she is not a film star or a celebrity, the sudden appearance of the filming crew before her makes her a bit elated. She plays up to the situation acting quite casually while trying to tell them that she is not a star. She does not speak English. Her working English fails after a few minutes of them following her with the camera. Slowly the tension mounts. Her elation gives way to anxiety and then to fear. She walks fast, hides and whenever the crew reappears before her she tries to reason with the men in French, German and a little bit of Italian. But the crew is determined to follow. The scene grows eerie as the viewers see not many people around in the locality. The cemetery is completely abandoned. Majlata searches for some names on the plaques and collects some flowers to hide her embarrassment and fear. But she is not able to do that. The stalking becomes relentless and the presence of camera though we are not privy to see the people behind the camera, becomes quite apparent. At one stage to make a deal with the filming crew she asks for light for her cigarette. They give light to her. Some people appear in the scene looks at her and the team with a fair amount of coldness and walk off. She walks out of the cemetery and hits the road. The gaze of camera follows her. She jumps into a taxi and reaches her apartment and even there she sees the filming crew behind her. She is now visibly tired and horrified. She makes a phone call to her sister and finally coils herself up and moves into the corner of her living room. The film ends there.

‘One could ask a question: had she been a migrant with valid papers and work permit to live in London, would she have reacted like a victim? The possible answer could be that still her gender would have made her to flee from the camera men. If she was intelligent enough she would have sought the help of the policemen or the people around. Or if she was arrogant and bold she would have smashed the camera and beaten up the men who were following her. She does not do either. Instead she flees from the spot as if her gender and social status were two crimes committed by her. Even in her illegal migrant status she could use her gender position to counter these camera men. But she fears that her gender itself is detrimental for her as it could bring her stringent punishment from the authorities. Yoko Ono calls the film, quite succinctly and metaphorically, Rape. In her film the protagonist is ensnared by the camera, the male gaze and is raped by it till she resigns to her fate of utter surrender.’ — By All Means Necessary

 

David Salle Search and Destroy (1995)

When David Salle emerged on the art scene in the early 1980s, his often oblique work was set squarely within the critical definition of postmodernism by virtue of its art-historical references and ambiguous combinations of original and appropriated imagery from both high and low traditions. Subverting the recognizable and allowing the familiar to become strange through odd juxtapositions, details, and illogical compositions, Salle’s pictures leave the viewer to develop meaning out of layered images and surrealistic disjunctions. His repertoire has included erotically charged representations of nude women borrowed from pornographic magazines, quotations from Théodore Géricault’s paintings of corpses, and actual pieces of furniture affixed to the canvas. A cinematic influence can be detected in Salle’s juxtapositions of vignettes that evoke filmic montage in which visual elements are arranged to produce meaning not otherwise present in the individual images.

‘In December 1985 Salle devised the settings and costumes for the play Birth of the Poet, by Kathy Acker. Though not heralded as his finest accomplishments, his set designs were better received than his cinematography directing debut – Search and Destroy (1995). “The idea of a painter becoming a filmmaker is an intriguing one,” John Petrakis, of the Chicago Tribune, wrote, “and perhaps someday modern artist David Salle will direct an enticing piece of cinema. But he’ll need a much better script than the one provided for him here by writer Michael Almereyda, based on Howard Korder’s stage play. To put it bluntly, this movie is a mess.” Though much ado was made about the opening and that this was his first attempt, little good was said about the production. Although it had infomercial hosts, closet scriptwriters – for slasher flicks, drug dealers, gangsters and a bit of love thrown in for good measure; some of the actors were “dangerously out of control, the tell-tale sign of a rookie director.” …

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Neïl Beloufa Occidental (2016)

‘After moving out of his visual art comfort zone with a number of short films and one documentary hybrid feature, the 2013 Tonight and the People, French artist Neïl Beloufa offers Occidental, the closest he’s yet come to a conventional feature film. As is often the case with art-world figures and quasi-experimentalists who likewise go for the gold (cf. Isaac Julien, Ngozi Onwurah, Cindy Sherman), the results are mixed but never less than intriguing. Ostensibly the story of a very ’70s-looking gay couple (Idir Chender and Paul Hamy) who arouse suspicion upon checking into the honeymoon suite at the Hotel Occidental, Beloufa’s film is primarily a study in atmosphere and mise en scène. Although initially resembling late Fassbinder efforts, particularly Querelle (1982), look closer and you’ll see that the stilted, high-toned Euro-sleaze of Werner Schroeter is actually the presiding spirit here.

‘But despite the deep shadows, exotic gewgaws, and lacquered walls of avocado and taupe, Occidental cannot quite capture that sense of free-floating decadence that defines Schroeter’s cinema. In this regard, Beloufa joins other contemporary French auteurs like Yann Gonzalez, artists who present but a theoretical approximation of a now-lost moment, when gay male desire still exuded the thick, viscous ambiance of post-Genet danger. What Occidental offers instead is a collection of perplexing human relationships reducible to types: the pseudo-suave continentals, the uptight xenophobe with her own issues, the naïve sexpot, the Arab struggling to fit in with his adoptive country. For his part, Beloufa moves them around in predictable ways, generating abstraction by eliding much of the characterization that would produce recognizable realism. In this way, he allows the funky, fraudulent space of the hotel set to assert itself, filling in the gaps. As strategies go, it’s not a bad one. Nevertheless, it’s hard not to feel the auteur working the angles throughout the film, and the result is a bit like fucking on graph paper.’ — Cinema Scope

 

Julian Schnabel Miral (2011)

‘Just over two decades ago, Julian Schnabel was famed as the “bad boy” of the New York art scene, a notorious figure in the city who emerged from nowhere to dominate the inner circle of Greenwich Village’s most luminous modern painters. In the 1980s, he became an almost overnight artistic superstar, famed as much for his work as his eccentric and charismatic personality – he wore a dilettante uniform of pyjamas, slippers and a robe while he painted in his studio. His “plate paintings” – large-scale works set on broken ceramic plates – as well as his traditional Japanese Kabuki theatrical sets using velvet and animal hides, elicited divided responses from the art critics. Some were offended by his deliberate flouting of the conventions of “high art”, while others hailed his work as following in the best traditions of Pablo Picasso and Jackson Pollock.

‘But Schnabel’s fame came from more than just his artwork. Some felt his popularity in the 1980s was synonymous with consumerism and that he exemplified the cold commercialisation of the art world that was tied to the economic boom of the era. His critics claimed that his eccentric, pyjama-wearing persona outshone his work. But the art-buying public loved him, and his exhibitions were nearly always sold out. A prolific artist who managed to produce a steady flow of new work, Schnabel is said to have once sold more than 60 canvases in one year. When his profile as a painter began to fade slightly in the 1990s, the ever-resourceful artist turned to the fresh medium of film, which he conquered with his distinctive biopics that have been winning critical acclaim ever since his debut in 1996. …

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Rebecca Horn Buster’s Bedroom (1991)

‘Rebecca Horn is a performance artist-sculptor recently turned filmmaker whose art is widely recognized in Europe and New York. What is it about those multiple monicker occupations that immediately causes us to catch a whiff of the flaky poseur who does many things badly? And Horn’s roles are so contradictory. It seems all those slashes just mean we live in a society that can’t make up its mind. Which serves to remind us here in the land of the decreasingly free that they can do things a little differently in Europe. In the ’60s, Andy Warhol made considerable strides in busting the border between U.S. fine visual arts and the commercial film, but it didn’t take. But in Berlin and elsewhere on the Continent, it’s perfectly natural for a performance artist like Horn to know film people like Werner Herzog and Wim Wenders as part of a yeasty artistic stew that takes in writers and intellectuals as well. While we tend to specialize and commercialize, they can still hybridize for infusions of vigor.

‘Horn’s feature film Buster’s Bedroom‘s tone is set when we see the ingenue film student, Micha (Amanda Ooms), driving her convertible across the desert toward Hollywood, blindfolded. The impression she is a little nuts is reinforced by her habit of playing mumbletypeg very fast between her black-leather-gloved fingers. Her main obsession, however, is Buster Keaton. When she learns he was once incarcerated in an upscale loony bin called Nirvana House, she sets off on a pilgrimage. The slapstick-surreal plot unfolds to a somewhat murky conclusion where Micha may be dead, drowning or liberated. The cast, including Donald Sutherland, Geraldine Chaplin, Taylor Mead, and Mary Woronov, is unfailingly entertaining.

‘But Buster’s Bedroom’s flaws are serious and point an accusing finger at the director-writer. The film lacks cohesion–there’s too much air in it. Story points are dropped and symbolism often obscure. Special effects that are supposed to be magical are merely mechanical, so we’re unwilling to suspend disbelief, as in a scene where Chaplin chases Ooms in her wheelchair, cracking a bullwhip. Cocteau or Bunuel might have brought this off, but here we just realize the girl has nothing to fear, even before Chaplin falls in the swimming pool. For all its professional troops, Buster’s Bedroom still smacks of amateurism.’ — Los Angeles Times

 

Steve McQueen Hunger (2008)

‘Only a few artists, it turns out, have successfully crossed the line from art to cinema and back again, with anything approaching critical appeal. Steve McQueen, the 2008 winner of the Cannes Film Festival’s Camera d’Or for his film Hunger and the U.K. representative to last year’s Venice Biennial, is the latest of the chosen or lucky ones. McQueen is an earnest artist committed to dense pictures with a sympathetic if predictable conceptual spine. Early works, like his videos Bear (1993) and Cold Breath (1999)—featuring, respectively, large black men wrestling naked and the artist irritatingly tweaking his own nipple—hewed to textbook postmodern concerns with the body and its transgression. A third video, called Charlotte (2004), upped the ante on McQueen’s meditations regarding corporeal discomfort. A steady closeup of the artist’s finger repeatedly poking the actress Charlotte Rampling in the eyeball, the video’s blustery inarticulateness—despite the artist’s later protests about critics putting words in his mouth—blurted out irascible volumes of associations, from penetration to torture to Rampling’s famous role in Liliana Cavani’s sadomasochistic The Night Porter.

‘While decidedly narrative, McQueen’s prize-winning first feature still bears the mark of his previous efforts. The story of the death of IRA hunger striker Bobby Sands, the film is constructed on frame after excruciating frame of actor Michael Fassbender portraying Sands’s racked and pustulant body, as well as repeated shots of beatings and shit-flecked walls. Though militantly ambiguous, Hunger proves more than just standard-issue video art. Not content to merely outline the abstract of endurance, McQueen produced a visual essay on human endurance itself. In his own words: “What I did before was like trying to be Beckett, containing everything in this very tight kind of minimalist ball. Hunger was more like trying to be Joyce.” …

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Charles Atlas The Legend of Leigh Bowery (2004)

‘Starting originally with super8, Charles Atlas moved over onto video in the early seventies when he worked on a ‘video dance’ piece with Merce Cunningham, getting to grips with the then new technology to produce a short film documenting and manipulating a performance from Cunningham’s dance troupe. As technology has evolved over the past thirty years, Atlas’ work has progressed with it. While digital equipment has allowed him to work live, and he continues to push forward how the technology is used, his pieces still manage to maintain the raw and definitely edgy feel of his early films.

‘Working through the 80’s and 90’s with figures from the club and performance scenes both in New York and London, the films Atlas made then stand as video works in their own right as well as documentaries of his friends and the scene. It was during this time that he got to know Leigh Bowery, who makes an appearance in a few of Atlas’ performance films. In Mrs Peanut visits New York, a six minute portrait of Leigh in full costume, Bowery walks the streets of New York dressed as his version of the Planters peanut logo Mr Peanut, and the feature length documentary Hail The New Puritan is a collaboration featuring Leigh and dancer Michael Clark.

‘After Bowery’s death, Atlas went on to direct the revealing documentary The Legend of Leigh Bowery, commissioned by ARTE France. The film gets close to the different sides of Leigh, and shows the lies, the extrovert behaviour, the kindness and the contradictory family background that made him up. The image of Bowery Mr. Atlas captures is an extraordinary one: a hyperstylized example of body art, a hilarious assault on the masochistic sentimentality of torch- song culture and a touching emblem of the intrinsic vulnerability of outrageousness.’ — Tate Modern

 

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Laurie Simmons My Art (2017)

‘There’s a gentle streak of defensiveness built into the very title of “My Art,” a late-in-the-game debut feature from veteran artist and photographer Laurie Simmons. That possessive adjective acts as a kind of preemptive retort to any accusations of indulgence or inconsequentiality. A seemingly self-reflexive musing on the difficulties and irregular rewards of creating art later in life, Simmons’ petite, personal film makes no claim to a bigger picture: Starring Simmons herself as a solitary New York artist opening her creative process to others over the course of one tranquil rural summer, its wistful, whimsical neuroses aren’t especially universal ones. Short, sour-sweet and content to leave ideas and characters trailing in the summer breeze, “My Art” has evidently been made strictly on Simmons’ terms, however wafty those may be.

‘Viewers will know within minutes if they’re on the film’s very particular, precious wavelength. After a bright, droll credit sequence that follows 65-year-old artist and Yale lecturer Ellie (Simmons) through a varied series of exhibits — some vibrant, some vapid, though no judgment is passed — at the Whitney Museum, the film’s gaze turns swiftly inward. Ellie meets a former student (Simmons’ daughter Lena Dunham, in a shuffling cameo) and they wearily share their respective artistic plans for the summer, from rural creative retreats to Venice Biennale preparations. “I hope it’s not so overwhelming for you,” Ellie says to the younger woman, and perhaps there’s a streak of irony in the film’s seemingly earnest allusion to such first-world stresses. Perhaps not.’ …

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p.s. Hey. A kind soul-cum-fan of this blog who has tagged herself KilometerKid asked if she could use this space to share her interest in artists-turned-filmmakers, and, sharing that interest as I do, I said ‘yes, thank you’ on behalf of you, trusting, as I do, that I am not alone. Enjoy, and please say hi or more to your guest-host. ** James Nulick, Hi. Well, I’ll venture that you might cut him some slack if you were to watch one or more of his curiously entertaining film performances? Or maybe not. I saw your email, thank you (!), and I hope to grab its loot and take a look this very day! Sweet that you and Paul met up and had so many things in common. Robert Siek, yes, a long time (though recently infrequent) denizen with bells on of this blog’s very commenting arena. I just received my copy of his new book the other day, and I’m all wracked with expectancy to read it. Wet shoes suck, wherever is the culprit, but in Tokyo, yes, that’s most unfortunate, and yet your heavy trooper component pulled adventures from that anyway. Yeah, but you can’t smoke walking down the street in Tokyo, and that’s charmingly novel but a drag on many occasions. Zac and I got to the gates of the Imperial Gardens but didn’t go in. I don’t remember why. Did you venture in? And what else? I’m good, thanks. Love, bisous, me. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. No, I haven’t seen the Berger doc. It has to have considerable charms. Nice, score, on receiving a smidgen of his wrath. Excellent news and congratulations to you and to all New Yorkers re: the Kamran Heidari fest! I’m going to go investigate his work, which I don’t believe I know. Great! ** KGeIaLtLoYn, Now that’s a helluva name or rather logo! I can’t remember what qualifies as a sin and what qualifies as a neurosis. When you’re a vegetarian like me you have to give up any completist dreams about food. No big. My wordage and Stephen O’s sonic mush have intertwined frequently, but not in the shape of Sunn0)))). Unless one expected the midterms to turn the US into a daydream — really sucks about Gillum, though — some good stuff happened yesterday, and onwards and upwards. If you see that frightful dead boy ghost again, give him my number. ** David Ehrenstein, Has anyone ever studied or written about what it was about Berger that made Visconti get obsessed with him? Because that is one curious fetish. ** _Black_Acrylic, Oh, shit. Fuck the ether. When I did that Artaud reading in London recently, the Napalm Death guy was one of my fellow performers. He made some electronic noise and shouted stuff over it. Nice guy. I think he’s better with guitars maybe. Oh, fantastic about the writing course! Are there assignments, or do you write whatever you want? How is the course set up, basically? ** Misanthrope, No, you did not tell me that. I’m far sighted too. I think maybe that’s the more preferable of the two options, but I do hate that when I do readings now I have to put on my glasses like a fucking college professor or something. Interesting: the title of that Brett Anderson memoir is exactly like what a Suede-ish idea of a title would turn into if it was intended for a book rather than a song. You’ll let me know how is, I trust? ** Corey Heiferman, Hi. Interesting. I suppose that’s true. One interesting thing about Berger is that, even when he was young and glamorous in his weird way and acting in the Visconti films, there was always something embarrassing about him and unmistakeable about his having been cast to play parts he couldn’t play convincingly. He doesn’t have the protections of the films now, which leaves him more exposed, but he’s the same plus and minus-bound guy essentially. Or something. I like your thinking and how you phrase it, and I ‘approve’ or relate even though our respective obligations differ. A party in the Alps, huh. Interesting. ** Right. Please use today’s post to think about the discrepancies between different forms of visualising or something. See you tomorrow.

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dairyboy, 24
Very kinky boy. Like to be handled, inspected, treated like a dairy product, processed, packaged by uniformed men in creative settings, especially factories and plants. Embarrassing predicaments that lead to messy immobility, encasement…

Fave scene: dairy room, sterile factory equipment
Fave textures: plastic wrap, cheese, cream
Fave uniforms: all white, gloves

Weakness for bald men, older men, smelly men…

Doctor’s said I got 80 years to live so I plan on living to the fullest (easier said then done)

 

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Longpigletuk, 24
Longpiglet for dinner.
Fattened and cooked.
Feet removed.

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MyDigitalEscape – Sept 28, 2018
I’m in the middle of my bi annual gay sex pig app spiral and I saw your profile and thought I’d try something new.

Longpigletuk (Owner) – Sept 13, 2018
I am not the one shown in the photos. But I got an ass like that one.

 

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Piñata, 18
Hi, i thought i was straight until i was bullied a while ago in front of people since then i just cant get it out of my head and want it to go further. it scares me so much but i know i need it. Not done anything yet but the wilder and more humiliating and more public is most likely to get my attention. but then i promise ill let everyone who wants to whatever they want because really i dont know what i want yet.

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Piñata (Owner) – Oct 11, 2018
Need help i had my first anal sex 15 days back and since then it is paining everyday, please help me which medicine i should take. Should i consult doctor or will this pain go natural. i am really worried.

 

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ImARuin, 20
Life is disgusting.
Just vomit on it. ??

I’m here looking for evil friends.

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EVIL FRIENDS, ALONE!

With benefits, jk ??

Feel free to tell me how much you want to snuff me ?, i’ve got so many free time to reply every single piece of shit here.

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ImARuin (Owner) – Oct 22, 2018
Well bully for you.

Bdsmpark – Oct 22, 2018
I am horney to see you castrated and tortured and hung.

 

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GapYearSlave, 24
Owned boy slave. Straight identified. I, its Mistress, want it used and abused into a sex doll without any redundant parts. All offers considered, preference goes to the more forceful, perverse, extreme men.

She/I do not want it to be used softly, She/I do not want it hugged and kissed and cared for, She/I do not want it to top or to cum. She/I is looking for men who would enjoy turning it into a worthless piece of sex shit.

There are multiple useful body modifications possible: amputation (of anything, everything), teeth removal, tongue split or removed, eyeballs removed, penis and balls removed and surgically turned into a vagina, …

Correspondence with its Lady. Some correspondence with it may be requested in future. She also demands photo or video proof. The materials will be distributed publicly.

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padresgm – Aug 16, 2018
He’s hot but a bit stupid

 

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Wringmyneck, 19
I have had experience with extreme breath play but only with a crazy brutalising ex.
So we can start there. Yes.

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Throttler – Oct 27, 2018
??‍♂️

 

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sleepers, 18
……. the boys are sentenced to between 6 and 18 months imprisonment at the Wilkinson home for juvenile offenders

At Wilkinson Home, the imprisoned boys are systematically humiliated, beaten, tortured and raped by four sadistic guards

really cool….

 

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Forever_Yours, 22
So I’m a willing victim for enterprising takers into feminization, long term incarceration, isolation, brainwashing and torment of all types.

I have multiple personalities and I’m trying to move on from terrible things in past and some that are still on me. So, am I here for an escape? Mmh, I don’t know. May be.

I am wishy washy.

I’m also the lead singer of two bands with over 50 songs online and over 1000 fans.

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badmuthafuka – Oct 20, 2018
Want the following from you (in this order)
Bondage
Choking
Non-consensual sex of every type known to man
Mind-fucking
Things you have yet to know about ?

SluttyDamien – Oct 18, 2018
I would like the honor of blowing your back out.

Negativum – Oct 17, 2018
to strap you, tie you up so you can’t move a single muscle, blindfold you, gag you with headphones on with music blasting full volume then throw you in the wardrobe with the door locked.

 

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XxSad_and_ConfusedxX, 20
just your average 20 year old useless piece of shit accidentally good looking and working a bullshit job not saving money and spending it on smokes and beer. Slowly waiting to put a gun to my head and pull the tigger. Still living with my parents. Whats the point of living on anymore? I was a kid then a teen then an adult for a technically 2 years. Life is over. Why am I waiting. What am I waiting for?

Update–About my last relationship My ex boyfriend was the best man have ever meat when i herd that my ex was dead i faited and i was rushed to the hospital that was so painful i tryd to forget about it and start a new life but it was hopeless and i want to join him.

Update 2–I just need oxytocin… shits fucking me up mentally destroying myself and shit… I smoke hella kush too so if you dont fuck with that or smoke cigs then get tf on cuz I dot fuck wiht tobacco and the kush is why I’ve been able to make it this long.. I’m doing wha tI can to make shit work and I have a lot of potential for some shit I just havent had many opportunities to do something with that… I’m not too much, I just need controlling so I can stop having the chemichal bullshit fuck up my mindset like it does. Lacking oxytocin is a type of hell…

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OrgasmDonor – Oct 19, 2018
Is it just me or does it seem like the slave quarters of this website have turned into a mental ward recently?

 

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MoroseMorrison, 23
exhaust gas, suv, motorcycle, truck, runover, crush, one time, end

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Tfkiller88 – Oct 12, 2018
Not in to dead people

Anonymous – Sept 20, 2018
this one’s done

MoroseMorrison (Owner) – Jun 22, 2018
no exchange nude material. no part of this cyber meat market

 

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YoungCrazyBoys, 19
Human disasters in a double package.
Justin_PainKiller666 19 years old, nerd-emo and 1.80 tall.
Toni 19 years old, white trash blond and 1.78 tall.
Best friends since the ages of 8 years old.
We have given this a lot of thought and we really want to disappear TOGETHER into permanent slavery, hell, living in total sensory deprivation and isolation, losing all senses and needs of urgency. ASAP.

Because we have two different looks and might not both be someone’s type, we are just saying: why do you think plastic bag is used for? Not only groceries…

If our wish to disappear is too far fetched, our second wish would be for policemen, REAL POLICEMEN, to break down our door, beat us, rape us, whatever, and plant evidence of a crime we committed that gets us sentenced to life without parole FOR REAL in a maximum security prison.

Any questions?

“I am true to my word and I will prove it however necessary,” Toni.
“Emopower 4ever,” Justin_PainKiller666.

 

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RosebudJuan, 20
Please fist me and help me prolapse!
Available in English, Spanish and French (kinda).

 

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SmallSluttySlave, 18
I’m only into older men, but then again, everyone in here is older then me, if you catch my drift.

I am 15 years old I hope you will ignore any moral qualms about my age because I have some excellent ideas.

(I am also introverted and nuts.)

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Anonymous – Oct 9, 2018
He struggles taking cock deep throat because he gags and chokes easily so restraints will be required to stop him resisting and he doesn’t like the taste of cum and vomits when he tastes it so he needs breaking from those 2 problems.

SmallSluttySlave (Owner) – Oct 3, 2018
Dude I am 15 years old, just look at me, and so bored so I’ll think about it.

MMMMM – Oct 3, 2018
I want you to be my slave, sub, sissy, bitch, slavedoll, sex toy, servant, service maid, property, decorative object, whipping boy, pig, boy and escort.
If your into being at least three of these then let’s get talking.

 

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VietnameseZero, 20
White men is god to me ?
I am dim upstairs ?
(for information: boy is not yet castrated)

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oldwolf – Sept 15, 2018
It took some force because I’m chinese not not white but I’ve got him roped, strapped, bound, cuffed, sacked up, hooded, gagged, muzzled, ear plugged, blasted with white noise, have him right where I want him.

 

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Dark_Demon, 20
Am the Demon, am 20 years old and come from Osthofen.

I’m an open book that would be banned or burned if I was a real book. I await someone to pick me up and read what I have to offer, but I promise neither a happy ending or tranquil daydreams. However, unlike a book, I live in more than just your mind. I breathe, I eat, I sleep. I play games, dark and evil games: both the virtual and mental kind. Whether you wish to play is up to you.

And to all who think I’m a Faker: You can write to me, tell me the words you want to hear coming from my mouth, I’ll take a picture of me, print it out, write what you wrote on the picture in my own handwriting and the date time, scan the picture and then send it to you.

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Dark_Demon (Owner) – Oct 12, 2018
I’ll neither deny or confirm your assertions but I will say if I want to compartmentalise that’s my right.

Dirty_blonde – Oct 12, 2018
ANSWERS
In my case because 1) I know you from your grindr account where you have dozens of shots of your ass from every angle, spread, yni. 2) I know guys who’ve hooked up with you and that’s your M.O. 3) you have escort profiles under the name demon4$$$ on three sites that I know of.

Dark_Demon (Owner) – Oct 12, 2018
QUESTIONS:
Why do so many of you tell me you want to fuck my ass when you haven’t even seen it and send me pix of your cocks that you say are erect because of the idea of fucking something that is still hiding in the clouds?
Why do all of you think that someone seeing the word Master in front of your name -which any 10 year old kid could type there- will turn him into a hypnotised automaton with an ass where your cock can automatically jump?
Why do some of you not realise that proposing to fuck someone for money without their having said they need some cash is both a chickenshit power play practiced by an obvious moron and a punishable offence liable to prosecution?

 

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guiltkiller, 21
Seeking men who want boys to form out of them a Vo … To make castrati.

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guiltkiller (Owner) – Oct 16, 2018
I have no desire at this point to live.

guiltkiller (Owner) – Sept 24, 2018
Yes.

Anonymous – Sept 18, 2018
just checkin’ to see if you’ve gotten what you were looking for yet or not?

 

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doanything4daddy, 23
I’m a lost boy seeking my Daddy to baby me, keep me in nappies and baby powder and bottle fed, keep me housed and sleeping in a baby crib.

I’m a Ageplayer. My mental role-play age is about 13 for some reason, but I need to be treated like a toddler bodily. Being humiliated, denied my toys, spanked, roughly shaken, screamed at to stop crying by Daddy is what I crave the most.

I’ve tried and tried but I can’t find a like-minded Daddy or one who gives me enough attention! I live in my parents’ basement. I have no friends that mean shit to me, no debts and baggage, and my parents yell to move out five times a day.

Oh I’ll only speak to SINGLE White Daddies aged 45+ And I’m ONLY into longterm live-in Play. As far as concessions, if you secretly think I’m just some cute psycho twink with dress-up issues and feel willing to play Daddy full-time to get me that’s possibly okay as long as you NEVER break character. But I’ll be watching you like a hawk. And don’t have a super fake “oh my god honey” stereotype gay voice!

Lastly it should go without saying I have a small cock, so Daddy must like his boy with a small cock. It can have orgasms but it always shocks and confuses me when it does.

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Anonymous – Oct 18, 2018
He claimed that he won’t do anal but his priority during the scene is not breaking his ‘baby’ character so I easily held him down and raped him and he cried the whole time but stayed hard and he didn’t call the police after I left as far as I can gather.

doanything4daddy (Owner) – Oct 6, 2018
To me it felt like three decades.

fantasicus – Oct 6, 2018
I did a trial run with this one back in August. Only had him for three days but it felt like three years he he.

 

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warhole, 18
I live in NYC and loving enema.
You silly, I get enema elsewhere… I get the cheap one. Fast delivery. http://tmrm79.wixsite.com/enema
I get it there all the time.

 

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rotten-angel, 19
Make me horny
What I’m capable of in sex was born .. and together everything that should belong to you is born
PLEASE BE WITHIN 20 miles of Schaumburg Illinois
Financial assistance required 😉

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1310 – Oct 24, 2018
The slave’s designation is ‘1310’ and it is now owned property.
The purpose of this message is to expose 1310 to the world and to further learn it.
If you wish 1310 to create custom adult in-person content for free for you then get in contact.

Master’s short to medium term goals and aims:
Reducing quality of 1310’s daily ‘life’ (existence)
Increasing restrictions and removing oppotunities of daily life
1310’s primary functions are to be obey, amuse and to be as miserable, as bored and in as much suffering and restriction as feasable at any given moment that is realistically possible.

If you think you can contribute to worsen/further 1310’s life, then do get in touch.

Slavery is for life and life is to be ruined.

 

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iAMdelicious, 22
I am an avid collector of rain gear who trades sex (bottom only) in return for charitable donations to my collection.

MY CURRENT WANTS LIST:
– North Face Venture Rain Jacket
– North Face Venture Rain Pants
– Nike Nylon Trackies
– Patagonia Torrentshell Rain Jacket
– Mountain Hardwear Epic Rain Jacket
– Mountain Hardwear Epic Rain Pants
– Marmot Precip Rain Pants
– Columbia Outdry Rain Jacket
– Columbia Ibex PVC Rain Suit
– Only NY Transit Goretex Rain Jacket
– Helly Hansen PVC Rain Anorak
– Helly Hansen PVC Rain Bib
– Camo Fishing Goretex Waders with Bib

 

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MakeMeDisappear18, 18
Not sure what to say. I realized I was gay at 10. Started hooking up at 12. Submitted to SM at 14. Nearly bit the dust with a guy that didn’t know what the word stop means at 16. Went no limits at 17. Now I want to go intense.

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959Duc – Sept 6, 2018
I am a God, you’re a piece of shit

 

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GizmoFluff, 23
If you enjoy bad puns and jokes I’m your dude! Best waistline youve ever seen. Originally from east europe so yea I have a horrible accent.

 

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BlakeKross, 22
I’m a very experienced sub who has been here quite a while and have been used by a lot of of you as well as by masters and doms from other places. I’ve never been owned though and that’s what I’d like to move onto.

I’ve stayed clean through all of that – no idea how but I have and until I’m owned I aim to keep it that way so one of my three limits is safe sex if you’re just testing me out. If things move on then you can poz me like there’s no tomorrow.

I prefer having sex more frequently than I can physically handle, morning noon and night. My other two limits are little children and animals. Sorry but over the past few years I’ve learned that even my erection has its kryptonite.

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Anonymous – Oct 10, 2018
poor blake 🙁

Fabulass – Oct 7, 2018
Worst poem in the history of the English language.

yourfavman – Oct 3, 2018
DaddyLeon76, sounds like you like your slaves to be bored out of their fucking minds

DaddyLeon76 – Oct 2, 2018
I am now the Owner of the slave Blake Kross. I wrote this poem expressing that experience to any guy interested in what that is like:

Folding him into a ball, and seeing him
grow hard.
Dropping spit bombs and asking
about his worthless day,
making him feel empty(er)
Unappreciated,
and sexually satisfied.
Laying him with his head over
the edge of the bed
pounding out my frustrations.
Balls on his face
and him,
raised up, legs akimbo
Marking me with his
intoxicating ass scent.
Being his loving exploiter,
Cursing him and chewing his feet
Enveloping and mounting,
fucking him whichever way I please,
He sucks my dick whenever I want
Violence erupting and building an amazing bond
with verbal tendencies

 

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Kidnapmenowforever, 18
Come take me now I need to go to be abused drugged and pimped out I belong a slave to men or a man I’m not human i was bkrn for slavery mody fi me abuse me ruin me I don’t want to have no rites I’m not human o I have mental age of 10 haha so keep going and maybe I’ll go back to be a proper baby I don’t want be allowed talk or anything jus used and abused and if I have to work in ur house i wanna be turned cabbage and wot ever else u want to do I love dik so bad I’m in love with dik I don’t want a relationship I need real slavery reborn me into wot ever u want I love being battered raped abused I love cock all I’m good for and despratly need drugs come pick me up wen ever and I’ll disappear and but I was born for I’ll get in car naked and drug me and take me first come first get no way out need this so bad

 

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cute4cruel, 19
I spend a lot of my time out by lakes writing down my thoughts.

Not looking for anything emotional, quite the opposite, but I do think it’s key to actually know the person you interact with. If I’m giving myself up to you, you should have some concept of how my mind works, because to me that’s what the draw of this is…being someone intelligent with an open mind succumbing to a very specific power dynamic.

My stuff is packed can move in asap.

ONLY INTO MONOGAMY *** legal MARRIAGE TAKING A MANS LAST NAME.

I don’t have an independent bone in my body.

Poz undetectable. You won’t get it from me.

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AlphaRandy – Oct 18, 2018
Welcome to my stable queer.

cute4cruel (Owner) – Oct 18, 2018
As of 10/17 i am the property of AlphaRandy. He is now destroying my faggot mentally. Goodbye.

 

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D4ddy, 21
i’m closeted. i kind of shuddered writing that because it’s hard to believe it. i wanna know what it’s like to get ass fucked so bad.

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Adam1224 – Sept 22, 2018
hey guys, i ended up moving the boy in with me 3 weeks ago and yes I´m still fucking him, and have the fuck videos for u, just write me
YES I SELL ONLY FUCK VIDEOS..
EASY
EVERY DAY NEW HOT FUCK VIDEOS
If u are asking how the videos are, ill show you some videos example. duration is from 1 min till 5 hrs or more

Adam1224 – Sept 4, 2018
hey guys, he knows now. here’s a selfie i had him take bout 3 minutes before i pounded his virgin ass into a bowl of oatmeal.

 

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dolphinsmooth, 20
My husband, BlackBearMaster and I first met here on this site in January. He proposed in March, and after two months of joint efforts to come together in SF, I relocated in late July and we were married in August 2018. He has a lifetime of friends and experience here and our marriage was a celebration that we shared with many leather friends.

Rather than going into a checklist of what I’m looking for, you can read into the 100% submissive and let me know what you have in mind. What do you want to put me in?

Yes, BlackBearMaster has set some limits and I’ll share those with people that express a mutual interest as opportunities arise. What He and I have built, share and enjoy matters more to me than anything else in life, but I have permission to finally taste some menu items I’ve never sampled, and I’m hungry!

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dolphinsmooth (Owner) – Oct 23, 2018
(In order) yes, yes, yes, yes, no!, probably.

psychomouse87 – Oct 23, 2018
Hello I’m looking to spank you for your bad deeds, old fashion spanking pull down your pants wedgies spank you.
Also mouth soaping
Put you in pink panties
Put food on and in your body
Make you fat
Puke in your mouth

dolphinsmooth (Owner) – Oct 20, 2018
Yes I’ll eat your shit.

zeus101 – Oct 20, 2018
Will you eat my shit?

 

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influenced_by_your_soul, 23
got ill treated by my familly for being gay, since then have alway like hate fuck, so need only top and army is always welcome,

i don’t have place to do it, so find out some wild road with wild song like volume 1 or Taylor swift wildest dream?

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Anonymous – Aug 26, 2018
Rumored to be Breisgau’s best pussy

 

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Chris_Wolf, 19
You are looking for a sweet innocent bottom for many hours for two and the mysterious?

????????????????????????????????????

I am a young with eleven years (!?!?) of experience and practice. I also study men and their behavior. For me, men mean more than just being a man …. it always shows me that a man can not compete with me in my way and my overall picture.

????????????????????????????????????

Eat or shop with me and party with a limousine in Cologne or something?
Drink with me the most expensive champagne.
You want to experience the gayest and feminist?
Be my matcho and I am your bitches?
Lick erotic whipped cream and fruits from my naked body.
Drink the Champania from my stomach punch

????????????????????????????????????

Very important for you to know! my men usually pick me up, even with a limousine … ????
Mysterious dates usually start in beautiful places like in a limousine ..

????????????????????????????????????

? I like black humor ?✔
? me your wife, you my husband?✔
I do not need a six pack, you drink me only ?
? You my pimp? thanks..! I belong only to you ??✔
? I am what you never are would get
? Men have to be able to afford me ????
? Remember … do not be dumb to use a rubber with me ?
? Dates and their processes will be with me not planned, because so what is out and torn me off.
? Sex has no meaning.

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CarterCatastrophe – Oct 19, 2018
What now youre Cinda-fucking-rella, Chris?!!! Last time I saw you two weeks ago you was in my garage jacking off and eating boogers outta my nose.

 

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sexface, 21
Former youngest politician in FL. Currently triple majoring college student, soon to be published expert on b corps in law, and future Harvard Law Student.

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SirRex – Oct 13, 2018
I’m not feeling it but I wish ya luck.

 

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WeedyPuff4Thug, 24
I am belligerent because I need the pain to stop, whatever that entails.

Futile flailing then having a dildo thrust into my throat knowing I will vomit, but doesn’t care and keeps going.

I’m the victim in every movie where the camera pans out, and the ‘no! no! Please, I’ll…’ is replaced with screams.

I am ashamed of it but I’m bisexual.

I am a shitty person. Two times in my life left somebody that I love. I dont want to do this third time.

I call my genitals my clit, please do the same. Do not use words like dick/cock/balls/testicles, they’re dysphoria-inducing.

Sorry I’m frantically typing on my smartphone.

 

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Iliterallydontknow, 19
i have belly button fetish, i had a navel fetish fantasies since i was a lil kid but i never had an experience to touch any navel, never had a sex w/ a single fucking man in my life, how pity i am, im just curious

 

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GayYoungSoldierBoy2Snuff, 19
Well I guess my situation is kinda hard to explain…

 

 

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p.s. Happy Halloween! ** David Ehrenstein, If only boos could kill. ** Steve Erickson, His ‘Videodrome’, yeah, that’s good. I do not at the moment have plans to squeeze some kind of Halloween out of Paris, but I have to plans to lazer focus my thoughts on said squeezing even if a horror movie is the only viable target. I’m curious about the ‘Suspiria’ remake, but, based on what I’ve read, I have a very sinking feeling that it’s going to be this year’s ‘The Neon Demon’. Halloween would be an excellent occasion for Trump to suffer a fatal stroke and accidentally elbow Pence in the head so violently while collapsing that he inflicts severe, irreversible brain damage. ** KEaTon, HEy mAN! I like your thinking. The only ghost I ever saw was through a porthole shaped window in the door between my family kitchen and pantry and I was 15 and on LSD, so … I hope you’ll protect your luckiness. One time I walked for three miles in Paris during the worst blizzard in the city’s recorded history. Eating that petit four for you, … consider it done. Let one of your Skittles have my name on it. ** Sypha, The passing of Halloween season is always the saddest thing of every year. Xmas, the greediest holiday. Feel for you on those shifts. And on the non-book accruing garbage. Hang tight. ** _Black_Acrylic, Happy Mischief Night to you! There were a couple of years in my early teens when my friends and I marauded through our neighborhood on Halloween with bags full of eggs, spray paint cans, toilet paper rolls, etc., and woe be it to any house that didn’t pony up with decent candy. I still feel the guilt. That Leeds-based film does look kind of rank in theory, but I think I will check the trailer. That’s how desperate a Halloween lover gets over here. ** Kyler, Hi. A turban? That’s all? Come on, man, you have a golden opportunity to scare the living shit out of the park goers, even more than you usually do! Ha ha, joke, duh. ** James Nulick, I do honestly if not completely thoughtfully believe that if everyone in the US took LSD, and I mean good LSD, it might be the only way out of all of the hellish shit Americans currently call home. Oh, man, you’re breaking my heart but turning my brain into a fireworks display with your Tokyo pre-Halloween report. How was the Shibuya thang? Pix per chance? You sound positively ecstatic, buddy! Love, me (moi). ** Nik, Hi, N. Cool, glad you liked the trio. Happy Halloween to you too! Hm, gotcha, on the particular difficulty you’re having. On the one hand, I immediately think to suggest trying to free your mind from as much overthinking about the hybrid form’s expectations and regulations as you can, but how does one do that? I think I usually start with the fictional stuff prioritised and try to commit myself emotionally to it and try to keep in mind that I’m lying or, rather, using fiction to twist the facts and exaggerate in order to make my autobiography seem interesting because that engagement is more important, and fruitful, than doing my life justice. It’s kind of sociopathic in a way. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain, I guess. Anyway, what you wrote makes total sense. If you find a way through. I would, of course, be very interested to know how. What I mean by the explaining problem is that the chief goal of the current draft of the script is to add things that will allow the viewer to feel connected to the characters and show itself in a conventional way. ARTE wants a lot more spelled out about why the characters do what they do and who they are whereas we want charismatic characters whose actions and trajectory make logical sense based on how the characters are constructed and which are not explained but rather so intriguing that the viewer will take the clues given to them and imagine the why’s and whats. So the great difficulty in the writing is to give the appearance that we are spelling out the characters, or enough so to satisfy ARTE, while actually using the ‘spelling out’ details as red herrings. If that makes any sense. Ultimately, the show will be what we want, yeah. Structurally, ARTE is thus far completely fine with what we intend. Thanks for asking, man. Your Halloween sounds like it’ll do the trick. Yeah, I’m going to try to figure out a trick I can do. ** Misanthrope, I remember seeing a few of the Lakers at a post office or something, and they had terrifyingly long legs relative to their normal sized torsos, so, in person, they looked deformed. Wow, curious is the word. It sounds like it has an interesting sweet/yuck hybrid quality. Oh, no, you-know-who is still a little criminal? He seemed so nice in person. But then I suppose that’s a really good criminal’s M.O. ** Bill, Ha ha, I hope the gussying gussies you. Oh, wow, that gig sounds really cool. Man, I wish I could sit in front of it. You’ll give me a sentence or two-length simulacrum? Video? I need a second wind myself, but I’ll donate my third one to you. ** Corey Heiferman, Happy Halloween right back at you, Corey! Oh, nice. The de-factor m.i.l. and her candy importing. No candy corn Oreos? Still. I have a fog machine sitting in the back of a closet in my LA apartment. Fat lot of good that does me. But still. Thanks about my sentence. That ‘Indian’ thing really dates it. But ‘Native American’ would totally fuck with the rhythm, so I guess thank goodness. Wow, I love what the sentence made you think and, consequently, type into my humble blog’s commenting arena. That’s beautiful. I hope your life post-Halloween begins with beaucoup happiness! ** Right. Just because it’s all-important Halloween today doesn’t change that fact that it’s the 31st of the month and that’s always the day when the blog becomes helpless against the onrush of contemporaneous slaves. See you tomorrow.