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immortalled · 5 years ago

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* getting to know the mun :

name : unlocked only at friendship level 200 nickname : spark (or whatever, tbh, I’ll answer to anything) faceclaim : it changes a lot. i was using ochako uraraka but i’m looking for a new one. pronouns : she / her height : 4′11″ birthday : may 23 aesthetic : i dunno? vintage (like 1950s-1960s) with some cottagecore? pinks and light blues, creams, yellows, soft earth-tones. swing dresses and petticoats, but also jeans and dusty work boots. sunglasses and sunhats. beads and nature motifs. last song you listened to : cult of dionysus by the orion experience (reminds me of nathan... but also it’s just really catchy) favorite muse (s) you’ve written : oh man, that’s hard. probably josh randall (wanted: dead or alive) or sarah miller (the last of us). they both feel like home, even if i’ve currently abandoned them for nathan lol.

* getting to know the account :

what inspired you to take on this muse/these muses : i’ve never written a character like nathan before and it just sounded like a fun challenge. nathan is a trainwreck but he’s a gem and i feel like misfits could have done a lot more with his character. so i wanted to flesh him out a bit, touch on the things that canon didn’t bother to use or expand upon.

what are your favorite aspects of your current muse(s) : that he doesn’t have a filter. i’m so used to characters who are either quiet or polite or at least tend to watch what they say, but nathan is just one big stream of consciousness with zero awareness of boundaries. he’s also so full of energy and life and devil-may-care attitude that’s just really refreshing in comparison to my other muses. he’s new and different. he’s an ass, but unlike my other asshole characters, he’s endearing.

what’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing : besides the episodes, music is a big source of inspiration. my entire blog’s playlist is essentially what i listen to when i want to try to get into nathan’s headspace. i also have to admit i take some inspiration from this one film major i knew and had a massive crush on in college. kid was freakin’ weird, flirtatious, loud, and constantly in a state of “look at me!”. he was always doing or saying nuts things to get a reaction, but was still very charming and had his quiet, sincere moments. he was a lot like nathan, just american and not as crass.

favorite types of threads : i haven’t been on nathan long enough to decide which genre i like best with him, but so far i really really enjoy threads that leave way to more humorous scenarios. i like muses that nathan can banter with and bounce off of easily, usually because they’re more serious than he is or won’t take his crap. it’s fun to have a “straight man” / “funny man” dynamic in threads, like a double act. so! comedy threads are pretty fun, but i enjoy them most mixed with a little drama.

biggest struggle in regards to your current muse(s) : definitely how crass nathan is. anyone who knows me very well knows i’m pretty polite, i don’t swear, and sex stuff makes me blush. nathan is logically the worst character for me to try to write, yet here i am, trying to write him lol. a lot of the things he says are nuts embarrassing for me to write. all in all, i’m just not sure i’m creative or dirty-minded enough to do him justice. also??? i’m always a teensy bit worried that because of how nathan acts, people will assume i’m similar and be intimidated or dislike me. i don’t have this problem with my villain muses so idk what’s different about nathan.

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sqsupernova · 6 years ago

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Author Post — KizuRai

We sat down with @kizurai to talk about Rain World, their process, and their Supernova adventure!

What inspired your story?

Listen. I was stuck in traffic on my way home from work one day, and it was pouring rain – as it does in Seattle, or anywhere near the northwest – and I thought to myself, “What if- but rain?”

No, but seriously though, I really was stuck in traffic and I wondered what would happen if rain could eat through materials. I would’ve been just stuck there, with nowhere to go and just melted there. Which is, okay, it’s morbid but I mean I wrote a post-apoc, what did you expect?

That and also I took inspiration from this indie game called <i>Rain World</i> (where I got the title if you couldn’t tell) and it… honestly there’s almost zero resemblance but I loved the concept of lizard monsters and the pressure of the rain killing you and having to run shelter to shelter. Like I said, kinda resembles my fic but not really?

Anyway, my fic is not frightening I swear!

How do you form your stories? Do you outline beforehand or write by the seat of your pants? Do you write linearly or out of order?

Outline? hAHA I tried, I honestly did try considering that was one of the requirements for the first draft: to at least have an outline written out (although it's a little more than that, be sure to read the rules lol). So I did write one, but then I threw that right out the window when I started writing because these ridiculous characters just don’t like to stick to script.

What I did do was write a bunch of random blurbs and facts about the world (which I never ended up using) and drew out some concept art and some floor plans, because I'm nothing if not a thorough game developer LOL

I also cannot for the life of me write out of order. If I do I just end up throwing it out even though I like it; I end up not being able to fit it anywhere.

So yes, I write linearly (not by choice) and write at the seat of my non-pants (because I hate wearing pants) and I just sit there, staring at a blank google doc until inspiration hits, or lightning strikes, whichever one comes first, and I just write and force myself to write and I keep writing until the stupid thing is done.

What in your fic are you most proud of?

Um, that it’s done? I’m still surprised I completed something, surprised I even managed 74k of words, like was I possessed?

Serious answer though, I wrote like up to chapter 9 and realized I didn’t add in any relationship stuff and Emma and Regina’s relationship went from 0 to 100 in a chapter. So I had to go back and sprinkle their relationship here and there. I guess that’s probably what I am most proud of, lmao, that I managed to make swanqueen for a swanqueen fic lol

Oh, and also making everyone hate me because of my fic. That is a joy.

Is there anything you'd change now?

Serious talk, which means this part is uninteresting but:

The thing is, we’re always changing, we’re always moving forward in one way or another, our minds are in constant movement. Therefore, whenever I look back on my old stuff I always get caught up in “god, that’s awful, why did I write that?” or “maybe I could’ve done better” and I’m sure I could if I spend the time to do so but why?

It’s done, if I’m really upset about something I should change then I’ll write a new story and do better because we grow with experience and each story writers churn out is like gaining experience points, eventually we’ll level up and maybe gain an extra skill.

The point I’m trying to get at is that, sure, there are plenty things I would love to change – burn the whole thing in a fire if I could (believe me I wanted to a couple of times) – but instead of looking back I’m going to look forward and make something better than the last.

How do you deal with writers' block?

So I follow Emily Andras on twitter and she mentioned something that I took to heart; she said something along the lines of ”writer's block is for amateurs” and I got confused and a little angry at first but let me say, I think I get it. Even though I do get writers block and I’m screaming at my screen hoping for something to happen, I wonder what professional writers do when they’re on a deadline?

I think they power through.

And even if you think what you’re writing is terrible and it might never make it into the final copy, it’s still something, it’s still words on a page and sometimes just writing something might spark something. That’s basically what I did, I kept powering through even though I hated every second of it, but I managed to get it done on time (early actually because I remembered the deadline day wrong, but let’s not talk about that) and it’s done. Period.

Also, deadlines. Those help a lot.

Was this Supernova experience different than your typical writing experience?

As mentioned above I really think the deadlines helped me. I’ve always been kinda the ‘goal-orientated but lazy otherwise’ type so on my own I’m pretty much whatever and I have a billion WIPs but forcing myself to write and do daily sprints really helped. There’s also a bunch of other writers facing the same thing as me so we can all suffer together.

Any advice to other writers who might want to write a longfic, or participate in Supernova next year?

You know what, don’t listen to all the other authors telling you outlines are the key LOL sure, go ahead and write one if that helps you, but really you gotta find the process that works for you. It’s a little bit like education, everyone learns differently, everyone has a different way of doing things.

Oh but, yeah, listen to me on that ‘forcing yourself to write’ thing, you might hate yourself, or you might hate me while doing it – most likely me but whatever – but just get words on a page.

Also, don’t be so anxious about sharing your work. Your fic is not representative of your self-worth. Don’t write because you want validation or have everyone praise you. Write because you enjoy it and get happy if even one person reads your fic and loves it because these things tend to turn out like a popularity contest and a lot of new writers get lost in the crowd (I mean, like 6-8 things will pop out daily so unless you have a following already, people may or may not leave you until a lot later) so

1) Don’t be upset if you don’t receive any comments until a month (or 5) later 2) Be happy you finished something! Look at what you’ve accomplished rather than focus on the extraordinarily high expectations you’ve put on yourself 3) Have fun

That’s it for me on advice. #fluffwriter signing out.

You can read Rain World on AO3, along with KizuRai’s other works! And don’t forget to feed the author!

#swan queen #sqsn spotlights: author post #sqsn spotlights: rain world

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nicketynic · 7 years ago

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I'd be SUPER INTO a "vintage" Modern AU for Dicksa. Basically anything from the 1920s to 1970s -- whichever era strikes your fancy!

This took me a bit ofthought. Being an ancient history buff, the 1900′s is not my area of expertise,but then inspiration struck like lightning, so here we go: WWII Dicksa!

I apologize ifanything here is inaccurate. My research was quick and painless.

RAF Flight Lieutenant Dickon Tarly scanned the room,squinting at the hazy smoke filling the space. The Americans had certainly beengenerous with the cigarettes. Food shortages were still prevalent throughoutmost of France despite the liberation, but candy bars and cigarettes were asgood a currency as any for the American soldiers mingling on furlough withtheir fellow Allies.

A pair of drunk Australians caterwauling out an off-keyrendition of ‘Beer, Beer, Beer’, a group in the corner chatting inBelgian-accented French over a card game, and a pair of Dutchmen bickering oversomething in a magazine, all filled his ears in a rich medley of camaraderieand relief. The war was not yet over, but the tides were turning, and the sparkof hope that had ignited in the midst of a miserable winter had been fannedinto a flame sweeping over the Continent.

Satisfied that the club’s loathsome proprietor wasn’tanywhere in sight, he began to surreptitiously make his way through the crowd. Still,his lip curled with distaste at the mere thought of Baelish. Disgusted as hehad been to witness the disturbing way the man leered over his ward, hisdislike for Baelish stemmed from more than his inappropriate guardianship. Unlikehis last foray into Paris, Dickon could now walk the streets without beingapprehended by the Gestapo, making it infinitely easier to do something abouthis suspicions of Baelish collaborating with the Nazis.

Pushing the matter of Baelish aside, an eager anticipationthrummed through him the closer he drew to his destination, drawing closer toAlayne with every step he took.

Alayne…

It was so good to see her again. The quiet intimacy they hadshared in those few weeks had been wonderful beyond compare, but their time hadbeen sheltered and limited, a product of him hiding in fear for his life.Tonight had been the first time he’d ever seen her on stage, and God save him,she had been ethereal. The low, sweet croon of her voice had filled every emptyspace being apart from her had left inside him, reminiscent of every time hewoke from a nightmare while in hiding and Alayne coaxed him to lay his head inher lap, running her fingers through his hair and softly singing until he foundsleep again.

Dickon Tarly had developed quite the knack for survival overthe war: first making it through the Blitz and the Battle for Britain, thenanother two years of successful flights before being shot down overNazi-occupied France. He had somehow escaped internal injury, therefore notonly still breathing but able to move of his own volition when the FrenchResistance found him. He healed up as they moved him through the network, plansslowly coming together to smuggle him and several other downed pilots out ofthe country. Soon enough, he came under the care of a chanteuse and Resistancemember by the name of Alayne Stone.

Alayne was beautiful, sweet, and kind, her courtesy hiding thesteel in her spine and cunning in her eyes from anyone so foolish as to notlook close enough (clever, strong, brave). He was enthralled by her completely,through the late nights and early mornings they spent in one another’s company.

Her dressing room in the back of the club was adjoining to asmall set of apartments her manager and guardian, Baelish, had arranged forher, and it was in the crawlspace beneath the floor that she hid him wheneverthe man came by on his twice-daily visits, once in the early hours of themorning to praise that night’s performance, another in the late afternoon toescort her to dinner before the club opened. Dickon was left to glare at the lecherthrough a knot in the floorboards whenever he leaned too close or let his handlinger too long on Alayne’s shoulder. He’d been mollified to learn she at leasthad locks on her doors.

As grateful as he was to them, he had at first been outragedon her behalf that the Resistance would leave her alone and unchaperoned with aforeign male stranger, Ally or not. Alayne had coolly pointed out that thepoint of their acquaintance was for him to never been seen, and that her beinga widowed entertainer did more for her reputation in certain circles than heever could. Dickon was left abashed and outraged all over again (though thistime at certain social mores), but he must have been appropriately sheepish asshe warmed to him again shortly after.

They took most of their meals together, they read together,they played cards and checkers, Alayne guided him through the steps of severaldances beyond the simple waltz he knew, and she even showed him the basics ofneedlepoint and embroidery as she enhanced the plain dresses available in therestricted market to make them performance-ready.

What he liked best was the rare times when she would sing,few and far between as she needed to rest her voice for the evenings, but therarity only made the memories more precious.

The quiet, peaceful companionship made him wistful for atime before all hope of Sam being the son their father wanted was gone, whenDickon was still the youngest and the spare, not the heir apparent. Before hisfather dominated every aspect of his life, he was his mother’s babe, spoiledand coddled as the last she could safely carry. Back then, he toddled after herevery step and everything she did, from needlework to music to chores, was themost fascinating thing in the world.

That all ended when it was expected that he become solelyhis father’s son, sport and hunting and politics replacing everything that didnot fit into Randyll Tarly’s definition of manhood. Being around Alayne broughtback to life the memories he had abashedly tucked in the back of his mind. Morethan once, he indulged the fantasy of playing the grand piano in his mother’sparlor, more talented than he could truly be after his years away from theinstrument as he accompanied Alayne’s melodious song.

She made him laugh, she made him smile, she helped him findpeace of mind, was it truly any surprise that he fell as deeply as he did?

As was the fate of most good things during times of war,their time came to an end, the Resistance successfully smuggling Dickon out ofthe country. He returned to the war, but Alayne was never far from his mind.

Now, nervous excitement thrummed through him as he made hisway down the hallway in the back of the club, his heart pounding when hefinally came to her door. He knocked once, twice, waiting for a long moment andgrowing concerned when he received no answer. Deciding he would ratherapologize later than not act, he pushed the door open, stopping in his tracksalmost immediately. His heart dropped as he took in the sight of Alayne wrappedaround a dark-haired man.

He must have made some sound because Alayne’s eyes flewopen, locking onto him. Shock, confusion, and joy crossed her face as sheslowly pulled away from the other man, taking a few tentative steps toward him.“Dickon, you’re alright,” she breathed softly. “You came back…”

“Of course,” he replied, equally as sotto voce, desperatelyresisting his urge to look at the face of the stranger beside her. “I didpromise.”

“You did,” she confirmed, staring at him intensely for along moment. Her limpid eyes viscerally flashed him back to the night beforehis departure, as she was looking at him with the same potency in her gaze shehad when he stood bare before her for the first time.

A pang went through him as she reached for the other man andtugged him forward, revealing him to be a rugged-looking fellow wearing theuniform of a Royal Marine and the insignia of a Lieutenant. He frowned atDickon, resting a protective hand on the small of Alayne’s back. Alayne gavehim a fond look in response and just when Dickon thought he would have to stormout of the room before he lost his composure, Alayne turned that affectionategaze on him.

“Dickon, I want you to meet my brother, Jon. Jon, this isDickon Tarly.”

“Lieutenant.”

“A pleasure, Flight Lieutenant.” Jon’s handshake was strong andfirm, his voice brusque and Northern. He’d heard hints of the same accent fromAlayne. Her French was excellent but not flawless, but Melessa Florent was anative speaker, and Dickon had detected the difference. Still, looking from oneface to another, he saw little resemblance between them, and catching the guardedglances between them only heightened his suspicions.

“Alayne,” he said plaintively, his heart too sore to deal withany sort of deception. Alayne reached out, taking his hand, and hesitated forjust a moment before she began to speak.

He stared at her stupidly for a long moment, the onlycoherent thing to come from his mouth being, “My lady.”

“Viscount Tarly.”

He blinked. “You knew?”

“I suspected. Jon confirmed it. He and Samwell were friendsat university.”

It warmed his heart to know that Sam had made a friend. Helocked his lips, testing out the syllables of the new name he’d been given. “Sansa.”

“Yes,” she replied softly. “Is that alright?”

“Of course.” He shifted closer. “Alayne Stone, Sansa Stark,whoever you are, your heart is the same. I love you.” The daughter of a duke…marriagewould be so much easier now. He had been planning to fight his father everystep of the way, was ready to be disinherited if it meant that he and Alaynewould be together, but now they should get at least grudging acceptance.

A heartbeat passed, and they moved as one, coming togetherto kiss as if their lives depended on it. Clothes were quickly peeled away, thecouple falling into the bed with an urgency so unlike the slow tenderness oftheir first time (though no less satisfying).

She reached for him, their fingers entwining, as she gaspedand shuddered beneath him, back arching as she crested with a sharp cry of hisname. He wiped his mouth on the corner of his uniform shirt as she gathered herbreath, turned their joined hands to press a kiss to her palm. Sansa’s eyesfluttered open in response, lips curving into a shy, languid smile.

“Jon wants to send me home as soon as possible,” she softlyinformed him. “He said Father’s name has been cleared…that our estates havebeen restored to our brother.” She caressed his bicep. “When this is over, willyou come home to me?”

“As best I can. I would be a horrible husband if I didn’t.”

“Husband?”

“Marry me? Tonight, tomorrow, before we have to part again.Your brother can stand as witness.”

The enthusiastic kiss he received in reply was all theanswer he needed.

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samanthasroberts · 7 years ago

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Filmmaker Believes Porn By Women Is ‘Necessary For An Equal Society’

Warning: This post contains nudity, erotic fiction and other forms of adult content.

XConfessions

A still from the erotic short film “Eat With … Me.”

“I had a crush on him from the moment I first saw him on television,” the anonymous Foodie1 writes in her short work of erotic fiction “Eat With … Me.” “I just couldn’t get enough of his arms, steadily chopping or softly kneading. I was jealous of the way he held a knife. I wanted to become the bread dough under his hands.”

Now imagine: A camera zooms in on a dimly lit dining room somewhere in Barcelona, where a woman in a red dress sits at an elaborately set table illuminated by candlelight. The chef, a bearded man in an apron, greets her in Spanish and proceeds to serve up a bounty of gourmet dishes roasted chicken, oysters and decadent puffs of an unidentified cream. She eats, slowly and luxuriously, using her hands when a fork won’t do. The chef assists, feeding her eagerly, letting his hand linger in her mouth. And then, to make a short story shorter, they have sex hungrily and playfully, like how you might make love to a gifted cook who had just tenderly prepared you a delectable, multi-course meal.

Foodie1’s fantasy was brought to life thanks to XConfessions, a crowdsourced erotic project founded by the Barcelona-based feminist adult filmmaker known as Erika Lust. Foodie1 was one of many internet users from around the world to submit a sexual fantasy scenario to the website. All of the submissions are published on XConfessions’ website, and every month, Lust selects two written confessions from the bunch to make into cinematic shorts. The resulting films are more “adult cinema” than “adult entertainment,” skimping neither on artistic integrity nor sex appeal.

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Another still from “Eat With … Me.”

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Lust is determined to overhaul the landscape of adult film. She created XConfessions, she told The Huffington Post, to build a space for “real films with real sex” that offer viewers porn that’s original, artistic and hot without trite and tacky tropes like cheesy music, bad sofas and laughable moans.

Since starting the project in 2013, Lust has ushered the most private of pipe dreams onto the most public of platforms the internet. She oversees the entire selection and film production process, with the help of a 90-percent-female staff.

Born in 1977 as Erika Hallqvist, Lust grew up in Stockholm, Sweden, a city fabled to be what she described as a “feminist utopia.” Though sex wasn’t a topic discussed at home, Lust had an overwhelmingly productive sex education program at school where, separated by gender, students’ unbridled curiosity was met with openness and maturity.

“I learned everything at school,” she recalled. “Age-appropriate sex education at school tackled everything from petting to consent, respect and emotions. I was taught that sex can be more than physical; it can involve emotions and connection.”

To this day, that sex-positive sentiment inspires much of Lust’s vision the idea that sex is also a visceral exploration of bodily sensations.

Erika Lust

Feminist adult filmmaker Erika Lust pictured with an actress.

Lust has a hazy memory of buying her first dirty mag at a supermarket as a teenager seeking beer. Her first significant encounter with erotic content was seeing Jean-Jacques Annaud’s coming-of-age film “L’amant,” an adaptation of Marguerite Duras’ autobiography.

“It was really a revelation,” Lust recalled. “The protagonist becomes an adult through sex and an unconventional love story, and this is completely shown from her point of view. This girl is intelligent and adventurous, and she is not ashamed of her blossoming sexuality.”

It wasn’t just the complexity of the protagonist that intrigued Lust, but also the way cinematic artistry enhanced the sense of passion. This realization would go on to influence her own films, both those created through XConfessions and those not. Whether the parties include vampires, vikings, cheerleaders or aliens from alternate dimensions, Lust depicts their lovemaking with a careful eye for aesthetics.

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe.”

One XConfessions short called “Parallel Dimensions” takes place in a pristine, otherworldly habitat, accentuated by candy-colored shapes to resemble some sort of erotic jungle gym in a sci-fi universe. In the short, two women eat Play-Doh sushi rolls off the body of a naked man who rests rigid as furniture. His crotch is covered by a frilly vagina-like overlay reminiscent of a Judy Chicago sculpture. The women proceed, together, to have sex with the human table, who clearly derives his pleasure from theirs. It’s inspired by fan fiction from an XConfessions user who goes by lovertoy.

“Lately I’ve been having this recurring fantasy, imagining that I was a piece of furniture … Something about the idea of being an object, used by my sexy owner, turns me on a lot … Secretly, she knows I can feel her, but she doesn’t care about my satisfaction. For her I am just there to serve, to please, in whichever way she desires … In a parallel universe, I would exist only as her table.”

Visually, the short is innovative and intoxicating. The sugary palette and fantastical environment are as sensually stimulating as the nude bodies on view, all of which comes together for a hedonistic experience that hits hard at the senses.

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhilein a Parallel Universe.”

Adult cinema can and should employ cinematic values just as much as any other film; that is one of the foundational beliefs of Lust’s work.

The sentiment mirrors something filmmaker Anna Biller, director of “The Love Witch,” expressed in a recent interview with HuffPost. Discussing the importance of lush aesthetics to a pleasurable cinematic viewing experience pleasurable, of course, being the operative word Biller said that “film itself is kind of a sexual fantasy.”

“Cinema is a spell that is being cast over the audience. You want to keep them in a trance,” she continued. She argued that, especially for women, visual stimulation isn’t just sparked by breasts and butts, but by soft fabrics, sexy lingerie, a tasty snack and, sure, a good ass.

Another one of Lust’s missions is to prioritize female pleasure in front of the camera. But her attention to artistic detail ensures maximal gratification for the female viewer, as well a viewer who would likely not be compelled to climax on a busted couch in an otherwise empty room.

Biller goes on to describe “the female gaze” as a narcissistic gaze involving, in her words, “looking at other women in films and wanting to emulate those women.” But while that notion intrigues her, Lust’s preferred definition of the female gaze is more in line with that of “Transparent” creator Jill Soloway.

As Lust reiterated: “’What is the male gaze? It’s pretty much everything. Everything you have ever seen. It’s most TV shows; it’s all movies…’ On the contrary, then, the female gaze is simply everything you never saw before!”

XConfessions

A still from “His Was First in My Ass.”

What haven’t we seen before? Or, at least, what haven’t we seen enough?

The answer is a diverse range of bodies represented on-screen diverse in ethnicity, body type, age and gender. Sex that looks, well, like sex, with all the awkward fumbling, meandering foreplay and accidental body noises. Also, naturally, imagination and eccentricity the qualities that remind us why our sexual aspirations are called “fantasies,” after all.

In other words, mainstream porn needs more multiplicity. It’s this privileging of more-ness, of weirdness, of difference, that pries porn from its phallocentric rut. This was more or less the idea communicated by film theorist Linda Williams in her book Hard Core: Power, Pleasure, and the “Frenzy of the Visible,” one of the texts that first inspired Lust to pursue adult film.

“Hardcore pornography is not phallic because it shows penises,” Williams writes. ‘It is phallic because in its exhibition of penises it presumes to know, to possess an adequate expression of the truth of ‘sex’ as if sex were as unitary as the phallus presumes itself to be. While the physiology of sex is not likely to change, its gendered meanings can. In attacking the penis rather than the phallus, anti-pornography feminism evades the real sources of masculine power.”

However, porn isn’t, and has never been, just one thing. To imagine it is would be to treat the field of pornography as monolithically or phallocentrically as a bad porno. As porn professor Constance Penley previously told HuffPost: “I never talk about ‘Pornography,’ capital P. It’s always lowercase ‘pornographies.’ What I’ve come to understand as even ‘mainstream pornography’ is so complex and contradictory and rich and varied.”

XConfessions

A still from “I Wish I Was a Lesbian.”

For Lust, the quality of pornography took a turn for the worse with the advent of VHS tapes in the 1980s. Suddenly anyone with a camcorder could produce their very own porno. However, like with many manufactured goods, when pornography was industrialized and commercialized, quality suffered as a result.

“Thousands of men began shooting porn at the lowest price, seeing it as a business,” Lust said.

Fast forward a little to the advent of the internet, which disrupted the ways we made, dispersed and digested porn. While the VHS, Lust argues, resulted in a largely retrograde shift in cinematic quality, the internet had the reverse effect. The digital sphere provided less-seen couples, bodies and fantasies a place to call home.

“A big part of the porn industry is still making billions out of sexist, degrading and racist representations of ‘sex,’” Lust said. “However, there are new creators that are showing another discourse in new platforms. They don’t seek money exclusively, but aim to create adult cinema that has the power to liberate.”

Lust is doing her part to push the trajectory of porn toward this more radically experimental direction. What better way to amplify the pornographic topography by taking advantage of the internet’s expansiveness and crowdsourcing erotic fantasies, ensuring no two are alike?

XConfessions

A still from “Sadistic Trainer.”

Aside from her work on XConfessions, Lust recently released a callout for women filmmakers interested in stepping into erotic territory. She is offering a total budget of approximately $260,000 to produce 10 short films from the eyes and minds of women, preferably those with experience in film, though not in porn. She’d like to see more women in leading roles.

“My goal is [to support] more women in leading roles as directors, producers and scriptwriters in adult cinema,” Lust said. “I really think true control over pleasure in porn comes from getting to make active decisions about how it’s produced and presented. We need to make explicit films that are sex-positive, so young people and the coming generations can see sex in a light that is realistic and pleasurable and aren’t only exposed to one version of the story.”

Through her work on XConfessions and beyond, Lust is doing her part to bid a fond farewell to dull, tired and phallocentric porn.

“It is imperative that women tell their own story and show their perspective and views on sex and sexuality,” she said. “We are half of the world’s population. The female gaze is necessary for an equal society for the benefit of all genders and sexualities.”

XConfessions

A still from “Pansexuals.”

Source: http://allofbeer.com/filmmaker-believes-porn-by-women-is-necessary-for-an-equal-society/

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Filmmaker Believes Porn By Women Is ‘Necessary For An Equal Society’

Warning: This post contains nudity, erotic fiction and other forms of adult content.

XConfessions

A still from the erotic short film “Eat With … Me.”

XConfessions

Another still from “Eat With … Me.”

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To this day, that sex-positive sentiment inspires much of Lust’s vision the idea that sex is also a visceral exploration of bodily sensations.

Erika Lust

Feminist adult filmmaker Erika Lust pictured with an actress.

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe.”

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhilein a Parallel Universe.”

Adult cinema can and should employ cinematic values just as much as any other film; that is one of the foundational beliefs of Lust’s work.

XConfessions

A still from “His Was First in My Ass.”

What haven’t we seen before? Or, at least, what haven’t we seen enough?

XConfessions

A still from “I Wish I Was a Lesbian.”

“Thousands of men began shooting porn at the lowest price, seeing it as a business,” Lust said.

XConfessions

A still from “Sadistic Trainer.”

Through her work on XConfessions and beyond, Lust is doing her part to bid a fond farewell to dull, tired and phallocentric porn.

XConfessions

A still from “Pansexuals.”

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/filmmaker-believes-porn-by-women-is-necessary-for-an-equal-society/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/169126251202

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Filmmaker Believes Porn By Women Is ‘Necessary For An Equal Society’

Warning: This post contains nudity, erotic fiction and other forms of adult content.

XConfessions

A still from the erotic short film “Eat With … Me.”

XConfessions

Another still from “Eat With … Me.”

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To this day, that sex-positive sentiment inspires much of Lust’s vision the idea that sex is also a visceral exploration of bodily sensations.

Erika Lust

Feminist adult filmmaker Erika Lust pictured with an actress.

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe.”

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhilein a Parallel Universe.”

Adult cinema can and should employ cinematic values just as much as any other film; that is one of the foundational beliefs of Lust’s work.

XConfessions

A still from “His Was First in My Ass.”

What haven’t we seen before? Or, at least, what haven’t we seen enough?

XConfessions

A still from “I Wish I Was a Lesbian.”

“Thousands of men began shooting porn at the lowest price, seeing it as a business,” Lust said.

XConfessions

A still from “Sadistic Trainer.”

Through her work on XConfessions and beyond, Lust is doing her part to bid a fond farewell to dull, tired and phallocentric porn.

XConfessions

A still from “Pansexuals.”

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/filmmaker-believes-porn-by-women-is-necessary-for-an-equal-society/

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