I wasn’t sure what to expect from this DVD to be honest. It was my first time watching a Comstock Films erotic documentary, and while I have a great appreciation for the art of expressing subtlety and intimacy in erotic video I wasn’t sure that I was the right person to review a portrait of real sex and intimacy between an older couple.

Score one for discovering latent preconceptions and score two for blowing them out of the water.

It was the humor that drew me in, the humor and their personalities. (I laughed out loud at Bill’s retelling of his admiration for Desiree’s “perfect” pussy. And then, having seen it, had to agree.) They’re a naturally funny and charming couple – I found myself thinking how fun it would be to have them over for dinner, drinks and poker. Or go hiking. Bill and Desiree are very enthusiastic people – about their community, about nature, about art, about sexual exploration and about each other. It’s infectious and utterly endearing.

You can tell they’re in love. It’s the way she watches him when he talks, not the camera… the way he touches her shoulder casually, like she’s a part of him. There’s a sweet touch of worship in the way he speaks of her – and she radiates it back joyously. They had been dating only three weeks when strangers were asking them how long they’d been married.

At this point in the interview Bill pulled out his book – as in, one he’d written – and uttered a phrase I’d never heard in an erotic movie before: “This is actually a place where I’d like to read a poem.”

And it was a sexy poem.

The Comstocks’ filmmaking style never gets in the way of Bill and Desiree’s love story. The arousal builds slowly; cuts of love scenes are woven throughout the interview. This approach works well for relationship-oriented erotica; we get to know Bill and Desiree before we see them make love. We get to witness and understand their attraction to each other and we get to develop chemistry with them as well. A friend once told me the great weakness of erotic movies was that we’re never given the chance to find the stars sexy. We have time to see their bodies, but not to develop an attraction to their quirks and personality. Tony and Peggy Comstock give us that chance.

Comstock Films’ catchphrase is “real sex,” and this film shows the realities of sex in a relationship. Desiree and Bill talk about accepting that sometimes orgasms just aren’t going to happen but enjoying the sex anyway; they emphasise that “peak experiences are just that” but that even “boring” sleepy sex is worthwhile. It’s about sharing pleasure, staying connected.

And then it’s the quiet of the camera and their kissing, laughing and undressing… hands and smiles and the camera just glancing over their bodies, like a lover does, rendering faces and sensual movement just as visually important as genitals. The Comstocks know when to focus on Desiree’s face, on the energy of her pleasure, then back to Bill’s hand inside her natural pussy. Their sex flows back and forth, exchanges of pleasure, peaks and valleys… it’s not at all about a pop shot, it’s very unscripted. Their lovemaking flows naturally from their creative, exploratory sexual energy.

Bill going down on her dildo was a very cool scene: unexpected and sweetly kinky. It brought back happy memories of my own.

In “Bill and Desiree: Love is Timeless” the Comstocks have successfully created three things: an erotic film, a relationship documentary and an explicit love story. It’s difficult to master even one. This is not a forgettable explicit movie to be deleted after viewing. You will be aroused. You will also be affected. The words and the images of Bill and Desiree’s love scene will stay with you. You’ll watch it again, and be moved again by that same playful passion…

This is what real sex looks like. Hands clenching, faces scrunched up, unexpected orgasms… tangled up in clothes and in laughing, playful sexual energy. We’re so afraid of sex fading away when we take off our band t-shirts and put on the real world. If this tender sexual exploration is what we’re all dreading then frankly I can’t wait.

You can purchase “Bill and Desiree: Love Is Timeless“ from Amazon.com (free shipping) and visit Comstock Films‘ website to explore their other erotic documentaries.

The buxom, brainy, bespectacled spectacle known around these parts as Audacia Ray has posted a sneak peek of her upcoming directorial debut, “The Bi Apple.” She’s sharing it with her blog readers first (beating Fleshbot to the punch).

“…remember the porno movie I wrote, produced and directed this summer? Well, its slated to hit the shelves in a mere two months, on February 6, 2007. “The Bi Apple” is 90 minutes of porn with some jazzy and sex nerdy dialogue thrown in for good measure, plus 40 minutes of behind the scenes footage, in which you’ll get to see the cast and crew eat cupcakes, tell shit stories, gossip about the history of alt porn, talk about where to hang Jesus (the Last Supper is present in the bisexual threesome, thanks to the set dressing genius of Bella Vendetta), and sweat and snack a lot.” -from wakingvixen.com

Check her movie trailer out while you can; it’s hosted on Photobucket and might be yanked down at any time.

That’s what I want to do for a living. I want to do what she just did.

It’s this personal feel, this subtlety and sexiness, that I want to create. My tastes run darker and I’ve got some strong fetish fixations but…

That settles it. No longer will the stocking tease site lurk on the back burner of my Endless Projects list. I want to do it, and damn it, I’m going to. I’m also going to relaunch Full Frontal Politics, possibly as a vodcast instead of a blog, possibly in addition to. I’m also going to have a teasecast (either video or podcast, still debating).

How is this going to happen, you ask, when I’ve gone weeks without a single post here, and when the Sugasm‘s been late going up due to all manner of random ills?

Well, two things: Sometimes a long string of random ills impeding your progress can be a sign that you’re progressing in the wrong direction. And sometimes the most seemingly random things can remind you of what you really need to be doing.

Tonight I saw that Angela St. Lawrence (a fellow PSO, a writer I read before getting into this game, and a cool chick to boot) over at ZenFetish had recommended one of my older stories, Smells Like Vanilla, to her readers (thanks!). I hadn’t posted any stories in a while – had been too busy playing catchup, and felt guilty writing for myself – and I’d been feeling the writing itch; one glance down at the OnlyTease pic of the day and I had an idea pouring into a blank WordPress post.

It was good, too. Upskirt, tease and denial, and drawn from some fun I had last fall semester.

My laptop ate it.

This was the last in a long series of stupid, senseless fucked up things getting in the way of my blogging for all the wrong reasons.

It’s not a popularity contest; it’s not about perceived importance or ego food. It’s about whether or not you’re writing something honest, and by honest I don’t mean truthful, at least in the sense of being factually accurate; I mean in the sense of being true to life. That’s what art is about, touching something real. Even if it’s pure escapism it touches on a real desire to be lifted out of this life for a little while and into something wilder/different/better.

(I’d gotten out of chasing my wet dreams to chase a) ego food in the form of a prestige startup blogging gig, b) the unglamorous phone whoring that pays the bills. a) cut into b), creating c) unpleasant letters and phone calls. c) pissed me off. d), miscellaneous crisis crap, caused me to have to fix c) abruptly; both d) and b) then cut into a).

Forgive the algebra; it was never my strong point. Shit got in the way. I’d get my shit together – or some of it – and more would fall apart. All the while I was ignoring the things I really had to be doing, like… oh… all the stuff I’ve had planned since before I started this blog.)

Mia makes some damn good erotica. It’s not throwaway porn. It’s not something you delete as soon as you “finish” with a vague sense of boredom or disgust. You save it for later, maybe just to look at because she’s pretty and it’s pretty porn, maybe for another go-round or three, maybe because it makes you think.

I’m not kidding you. It was so hot I had to show my boyfriend the video, and then (after composing himself) we sat and talked about just why it was so hot. We got abstract, we got technical, we got almost an hour’s worth of analysis out of a four-minute cam video tease.

The thing I loved about the video is a) the music kicks ass, b) she gets the subtleties. Pacing, teasing, putting on a show… She doesn’t just flash the hoo-hah and slap her boobs a couple of times. She gets it. Bonus points for wearing stockings like she means it.

There you have it. Mia is contagiously hot. Now at present I’m not getting any pimping fees for promoting her; her affiliate program hasn’t gone live yet [edit, 12/04/06: it's live; links updated accordingly]. I’m doing this purely because a) she’s awesome b) she remembered my birthday c) I must evangelize for good porn and erotic materials. Also, my man thinks she has captivating eyes.

Straight from the source: “Well, once you get past the whole ‘gorsh she’s got huge jugs’ or ‘how many dicks can she put in her ass?’ you can appreciate the (better things, in my opinion) eyes and expressions, and it really sells it when you can just feel that she is having a good time and enjoying it.”

If you want to see the solo video, the erotica galleries, the sexy audio… you have to join. I’m tipping you off now because Mia’s running a special: 5.95 for your first month. I’m pretty sure that ends this weekend though so if you’re a cheap bastard like me, get in there now for some primo amateur erotica from an infamous sex blogger. Then come back here and thank me.