I prefer written porn (smut, erotica, whatever you want to call it) to pictures.
...I still feel decidedly naughty for plying Jilli with porn.
I've watched fairly few porn movies, for which you are more than welcome to mock the hell out me for my wussiness. I do remember that the last place I lived in London, though, one of my flatmates wrangled free illegal cable TV, including all the pay per view, including masses of porn. Which was fun. But for the most part, fairly shite. Functional enough, but excruciatingly bland and tacky, which sure as hell counteracts the sexy. I saw one movie that didn't fit that description, and I was all 'Yay for the movie!' although I've no idea what it was called. Pretty as hell, though, complete with 20s outfits and pretty sets and nice cinematography
and
interracial double penetration in front of an audience of cocktail-guzzling jazzophiles.
Huh. Image-wise, I think I've now seen pretty much every conceivable thing man, woman or animal is capable of, and I'm now pretty damned difficult to shock.
I think that the things I find hot in the way of visual porn tend to be much the same as the things I find hot in the way of written porn, and both are informed by a sense of contextualising narrative. I presently have the most
gorgeous
picture on my mobile phone as a wallpaper - 2 very buff and dishevelled guys grappling in one hell of a kiss, shirts half off. There's a real power dynamic evident in the pose, and it is Hot. As. Hell. Pushes my buttons like nobody's business. But if it were simply a cheesecake smile full frontal of either or both of them, it would leave me cold.
Also - David, I think you should stop trying to be Pornier Than Thou, and what with your whole Blissfully Wedded To JZ And Coaching Kiddy Sports Teams thing, taunting the Minister is mean. Or at least it certainly looks mean. There may well be a context of which I'm ignorant, in which case here I am sounding like a preachy cow, but I think I'm going to say it anyway, and just be humourless preachy cow girl who's all out of the loop, and stuff.
dismounts soap box. shuffles off, looking vaguely sheepish
...I still feel decidedly naughty for plying Jilli with porn.
No, no, don't be! Just write more.
ita, are you a Wire in the Blood fan? I'm really enjoying it and I don't know a single other perosn who watches it.
Robin, I've recently started watching. DH and I love it. The only drawbacks are that it's two hours long--it's hard to find that much uninterrupted time to watch.
ita, DH asked me what "Wire in the Blood" means and I had no idea. What does the phrase refer to?
Me, ita and Cashmere.
Basking in such excellent company.
Without knowing a damn thing about
Wire in the Blood
I'd suggest it's referring to the line in Eliot's
Four Quartets. From Burnt Norton.
Garlic and sapphires in the mud
Clot the bedded axle-tree.
The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars
Ascend to summer in the tree
We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before
But reconciled among the stars.
Four Quartets
is FABULOUS. Just fabulous. Love it. And that section is one of my very favourite. (It in turn harks back to the poetry of Owen and Sassoon, imho)
From the novelist's site:
The phrase "the wire in the blood" comes from T.S. Eliots "Four Quartets". - "The trilling wire in the blood/sings below inveterate scars/appeasing long-forgotten wars."
As for the meaning..
In an interview Robson Green said the phrase "wire in the blood" was taken to mean a genetic kink, something impure and unusual in the blood, that leads to the kind of psychosis Hill might deal with.
Val McDermid says: 'Who knows what Eliot really meant by that line? Robson's explanation is as good as any... For myself, I've always taken it to be a metaphor for the thrill of adrenaline surging through the bloodstream. But we'll never know for sure".
I used to have Cinemax, so I've watched a fair amount of softcore. Usually because I couldn't stop watching the amazing gravity-proof implants passing as boobs.
At TESC, we'd get very stoned and watch hardcore porn. Usually gay porn, on account of the higher production values and prettier people.
I prefer written to visual, and the only visual that gets me going at all is girl-on-girl where it looks like they're really actually into it, and not prepping for the guy who's just off camera.
