#so i think i'll be doing that.. somehow - in moderation and without too much pressure preferably

[desalvar]

ayo i'm not dead!

[everythingmaxriemelt]

More highlights - from Max’s latest podcast on Spielplatz - part 3 (NB: they recorded this podcast last year before the release of Matrix Resurrections)

About playing a controversial character in Kopfplatzen/Head Burst:

Moderator: As an actor, do you see yourself as a mouthpiece, that you are giving such extreme characters a stage?

Max: I’ve always found it exciting to portray the conflicts in people. I'm not the author. I am not the inventor of this role. That was my friend Savas, who also directed it, who came up with it. I'm just forever grateful that he has so much trust or sees something in me to do it well - He kind of wrote the role for me, because for him, it was important to show that someone like me, who comes across as rather gentle, or always seems trustworthy and innocent, just because his face is symmetric. To break this cliché and build this emotional bridge so viewers finally understand, what it must mean to be born with it. Or what it must feel like to have someone like that in your family. How do you deal with it. You can't just write him off as a person just because he has something in him. I don't think anyone would do that.

How did you get involved in the new Matrix?

Max: I don't want to diminish or downplay it at all, because it’s also a relatively small role. But of course it has to do with the Sense8 series and getting to know Lana. We became friends and in this case, she more or less created this role for me. It's a form of recognition that I appreciate the most, because it really has to do with friendship and trust. And the desire to continue working together. It was kind of a gift for me. The fact that it's Matrix only makes me happier because a lot of people are proud of me because of it. Me too.

For me it was like a family reunion because we travelled the world and really got to know each other and thoroughly enjoyed it. Lana is also someone who puts quality of life at the centre of her work.

Dreams and then future:

Moderator: Are there any dreams that you still like to realise one day?

Max: I'm more the ��goes with the flow’ type, but I've already noticed that I might want to do something of my own, especially when it comes to the medium. I just did a sculpture class. That was really cool, because I wanted to do something for myself. I don't want to be too specific, because I'm afraid of building up pressure on myself. But yes.

On being an actor and what is success:

Max: … I think today the consumer behavior has become completely different and accordingly, everything has become much more fast-paced. I think people now realised that it's just foolish to think, "If I'm successful now, people will remember me and I'll always be happy." But that is a brief and intense bliss. It doesn't necessarily speak for what it really is. Because everyone sees something different in what you did or wants to see it differently. It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with what you actually did.

First and foremost, (as actor) I'm more of a tool, I see myself as a person who has a vision and I can't overestimate that either, always have to see for what it is. I was lucky to be allowed to embody that. If people find it extremely good, then I'm happy that it works. But if there's nothing else in life, it's a very fragile thing. It's like those likes on Instagram. I don't understand why people are so proud of it, why certain people follow them. When they're getting off on these attractive pictures, which come from a completely different direction, edited with a filter somehow. That's a big misunderstanding (or misrepresentation?) and as a result, leading people to live out of touch with reality.

How about his own instagram then?

Moderator 1: Is that an area you keep your hands off? You have an account on Instagram, I checked it, and you have 608,000 followers, without running it yourself. Is that something that is brought to you because a team is doing it for you?

Moderator 2: Did you know that at all?

Max: Yes. I think it's good that it's being done. It's a fan club that was founded when I first started, funnily enough. When I was 13, they were relatively young as well, just a year older than me. They decided to start a fan club because they think what I do and how I do it is great. I still have a really good relationship with them today and they do my fan mail.

Moderator 2: how nice.

Moderator 1: that’s really cool.

Max: They promote it. This is voluntary. There's no money involved, it's just because they think what I do is great. I'm very grateful for that. We help each other as best we can.

Moderator 2: Best wishes to you, who do this.

Max: Exactly.

Moderator 1: That’s great. To Patrick.

Max: And to Michael from Berlin.

[hypotheticalskinarios]

So there he sat...watching TV all alone when he heard a knock on the door...which he answered.

"Oh...hi Katie" he said...not quite sure why she was coming to HIS apartment. "What's up?"

"Well" she replied "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the other morning, but before your head swells up TOO much...it's NOT why you're probably thinking."

"So you SEE" she continued "I remember you telling me that one of the main reasons that your previous relationship ended was because your EX wasn't willing to DO certain things. And the more that I thought about it, I absolutely HATED the idea of you possibly NEVER experiencing certain things, although neither one of us knows what the future holds. I DO know however...that you're a GREAT guy...who DESERVES just such an experience. So I came here to give it to you. But you CANNOT fall in love with me...WHATEVER you do."

Once he had assured her that he'd be able to live his life without her after she was done, she directed him back over to the couch...and asked him to move the coffee table out of the way.

So he DID, but before she let him sit back down...she pulled the shirt that he was wearing off over his head. Then she knelt in front of him...and pulled down his basketball shorts, which to her surprise...were the ONLY thing that he was wearing below the waist. As she looked at him at eye level...THIS big even PRE arousal, she began to allow for the possibility that his ex wasn't selfish...so much as afraid for her own safety.

"Go ahead and sit down now hon" she told him...which he all too willingly DID.

As he leaned back into the cushion, she walked over to him on her knees. She took him into her open hand now and began to stroke him, and as she felt the blood from various OTHER parts of his body congregate in the one in her grasp, she almost wanted to take a selfie with this magnificent beast...but she didn't want to ruin the mood.

So instead...she placed the entirety of him against his stomach while he was still SOMEWHAT malleable...and touched the tip of her tongue to the base of his shaft...just barely resting it on his balls.

Now...like a slalom skier somehow traveling UPHILL...she made her way north...criss crossing the underside of him...until she reached the shady side of his tip...and tasted something that was unmistakably precum.

"Oh no you don't" she told him "not YET mister" as she backed away from him..."It looks like SOMEONE needs to go on timeout." So to illustrate her point, she ran her thumb and forefinger across her lips, as if to zip them SHUT. Then she LOCKED said zipper with an invisible key...which she clenched tightly in her hand...until he had calmed down enough for her satisfaction.

Once she WAS confident that she could go on, she produced the invisible key from her fist and proceeded to unzip her mouth once again.

"Now before I continue" she told him "I won't be needing a running commentary about how "close" you are. I'm NOT one of your little high school girlfriends...in FACT, I'll know when you're ready before YOU do. So you just let ME do MY thing down here...and YOU...do YOU boo."

So she leaned back into him now, but THIS time, she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft and applied moderate pressure. She knew from her first attempt that he stood NO long term chance against the talents of her tongue, so she decided to go with a more CLASSIC approach this time.

She positioned herself ABOVE him now...and placed her lips around his tip, which from THIS vantage point, resembled an inverted strawberry. She took him in her mouth and began to slide it up and down his shaft with slow measured strokes...swallowing a bit more of him about every third time down.

Her grip remained firm around his root as she took about half of him in now...steadily approaching full enclosure. She loosened her finger grip on him...and tightened it sporadically...manipulating the blood flow to the entire length of him...until by design...

She forced herself down on him as far as she could go...stimulating her gag reflex and making her eyes water momentarily. This wasn't usually anything that she willingly did, but he was a GOOD guy, so she wanted him to be able to tell his friends that he LITERALLY choked a woman with his cock...which he most assuredly WOULD.

She pulled back about halfway now to regain her composure, but she CONTINUED to go down on the upper half of him...making as much noise as possible without it sounding gratuitous. Now being EXPERIENCED in this type of thing, she KNEW that any good blowjob was just as MENTAL as it was PHYSICAL...so she decided to cater to his male ego.

As she continued to suck him, she slowly began to add more fingers to the base of his shaft...gradually shortening her head strokes as she did so...until he found himself looking down at a woman who was both sucking his cock...AND jerking him off.

She knew that she had already succeeded in creating an indelible memory for him, so it was go time. She reached down with her free hand and began to massage his balls as she increased both the tempo of her hand stroking the lower half of his cock...and her lips on the UPPER. She ALSO brought her tongue back into play now...and resumed flicking the underside of his tip inside of her mouth.

She closed her eyes tightly...as a protective measure...and focused on breathing through her nose. His quads tightened beneath her forearms...and he sunk even DEEPER into the couch...and then...

Upon feeling that first drop on her tongue, she stopped any movement...and instinctively relaxed her airway. She gripped his hips there in the darkness as he filled her mouth...coated her throat...and settled into her stomach. She swallowed as quickly as she could...and then resumed sucking his beautiful cock in search for more...until she found herself trying to resuscitate it like a lifeless loved one.

Once the smoked cleared, she realized that SHE was ALSO way more aroused than she had noticed, so she climbed up on his lap and told him "I have two questions for you...how long do I have to wait until you can fuck me with that thing hon?...and what are you making me for breakfast in the morning?"