What Sort Of Porn Do You Watch vol. 3
For a long time now a constant selection has been these sort of set ups where lesbians will wrestle on an MMA or WWE type stage and the winner gets the strap on. Hilarious premise I know. Sometimes there are different configurations of people; 2v1, tag teams, two men, a woman and a man, etc. All sorts of set ups depending on which particular production studio’s version you happen to be consuming. There are two matches in particular I keep returning to; One featuring my favorite wrestler, a stout muscular woman who almost went undefeated,as she has proper mixed martial arts training until one day, she encounters an opponent who just completely outclasses her in strength, stamina, and tenacity. I mean this new woman just consistently has our reigning champion pinned, strangled, and submitted.As part of the rules of the match, if one player can make the other orgasm on the mat, they gain so many points that the fight is essentially over unless the favor can be returned. When the champion is submitted and made to orgasm, she begins to… she begins to cry. She assures her opponent and the referee that she’s okay, enjoying her time and wants to continue, and then it happens again with every orgasm. It’s humiliating. An undefeated champion so completely dominated as to be brought to tears. Tears of frustration, defeat, relief, surrender, of catharsis. Honestly its really quite beautiful.
I mean I know its nothing novel, lots of otherwise highly powerful people tend to prefer to play submissive roles in sex as a release from the stress and expectations of their high powered personas and roles but man, in this instance its so raw I could almost cry myself.
The second video; Japanese, women only, oiled. Taking place in a brutalist aesthetic cement room with black plastic covering the floor. I mean they really go at it! Slapping, punching, kicking, spitting etc. Its all par for the course, all to be expected, until this one match. It’s a real struggle back and forth, it could be anyone’s fight,and then near the end, the tan well endowed one starts to completely dominate the other. They scream, hurl insults at each other, roll around, threaten to snap limbs ,so on and so forth. In the end, the tan one makes the other fighter submit and then…she begins to perform aftercare. She caresses her opponents face, speaks softly to her, nods her head compassionately, then slaps the fuck out of her. The sound echoes. She straddles her defeated opponent, uses both index fingers and thumbs to open her conquest’s mouth, aims…. and she pisses right into it.
She does so from far away enough that the precision alone is something to gawk at. Our winner stands and looks down at her opponent for a few moments admiring her work.
She bends, caresses the loser’s face, brushes the hair from her eyes and slaps her again. False eyelashes come loose.
With all sincerity I find it such a masterfully, gorgeously, perfect showcase of violence and domination that its (and I’m not at all kidding here) a sincerely spiritual experience for me to the extent that I feel tears could well up in my eyes if I allowed it.
To be beaten, to be taken care of, to be brutalized and humiliated, to be taken care of again.
I know its really fucked up to say but, it reminds me of my childhood.
I really do love it.
Jesus Christ.
I know right?
Post Script.
I was really hoping the new Superman film would shatter my paradigms, tap into my childhood worship of the hero and imbue me with a sense of wanting to do good! fill me with hope! and optimism! once more!
Fun movie, good messaging.
Unfortunately, somehow it’s even more quiet within me than ever before. On the way home I gave a homeless person my last dollar to see if maybe I just needed to do something Clark would do to get the effect but more silence, more stillness. I guess the fight is over then.
As for my father well, as to be expected; more silence.
