I think we are all agreed that 1970's pornography was a high-water mark in our society's cultural development, and is a thing that should be celebrated.Alas, outside of late-night showings on German television, finding genuine 1970s smut is becoming increasingly hard to come by, and this great art is in danger of becoming lost in the mists of time.
If many perfectly normal people can find it within themselves to dress up as Vikings, Cromwellian soldiers or troops from the Napoleonic Wars, then there is nothing to prevent the formation of a Seventies Pornography Re-Enactment Society, in which perfectly normal people almost nearly take their clothes off, and almost nearly - but not quite - have sex. All to the cheesiest music ever composed.
The Order of the Sealed Grot.
No need to thank me. Just another public service.
4 comments:
You spelled 'pubic' wrong.
No L.
Noel is at Christmas, unless you are thinking of No L Edmonds.
I think Scary should start with Confessions of a Blogger.
He's already made a start. I believe it runs like this; three butch workmen, wearing only hi-visability vests, arrive at a block of flats, where they are greeted by someone pulling the curtains open, unexpectedly revealing their nakedness...
My ex liked to watch porn. I'd occasionally watch with him. Silly me, expecting witty dialogue and cogent plot lines. Best line ever in a porn film, from Deep Throat: "You mind if I smoke while you eat?"
Context is everything.
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