The Money Shot Blog

The Sky Opens

It’s June 30. 7PM as I write this. Or 19:00… what-fucking-ever. It’s been an unusually hot and sweaty day…

Hear that rumbling in the sky, Denmark?

That’s our good dead friend Mr. Kierkegaard coming back to the land of the living.

He is going to be joining our neophyte porn company.

His position? Chief Dead Existentialist. Every company needs one of those.

Nobody Gave Him A Chance in 1849

Only a dead man can dominate the situation in Denmark. Licentiousness, envy, gossip, and mediocrity are everywhere supreme. Were I to die now the effect of my life would be exceptional; much of what I have simply jotted down carelessly in the Journals would become of great importance and have a great effect; for then people would have grown reconciled to me and would be able to grant me what was, and is, my right.
– Søren Kierkegaard, 1849

Wow was he right.

But times are different now. We aren’t so hostile toward new ideas or new ways of thinking. In fact, we invite them; or at least the smart people and the creative people and the conscious people do.

Anyway, you get to go another round, Søren.

This time there’ll be much more hedonism involved. That much is sure.

The End of June

Ray and I agreed that we would take the month of June easy.

Brainstorm. Think of every possible idea. Look at even the most basic concepts in a new way. Unwind in a different environment.

I was making coffee when Ray stumbled out of his room this morning.

Coffee?

Yeah.

Ray opened the fridge, browsed, shut it.

Do we have any hash left?

We didn’t have any hash left and I told him so. In consolation he could have the last piece of CHOKOLADE KAGE if he wanted it. Chocolate cake for breakfast just like Bill Cosby makes for his kids…

And anyway it was time for us to get going. It was time to start the project. No more messing around.

Time to really begin the next chapter of our lives. Time to Yell Fire! Time to do something god-damn important! I was beginning to psych myself up…

Are you with me, morning boy? Are you with me?

He was with me. I explained that he should take the day lightly. Rest. De-tox. Whatever. Just stay here and sober up so we can look at the plan with fresh eyes tomorrow.

I was going for a walk and then I was going to write.

Hey Ray… Stay off the hash for a while, OK?

OK. You too, right?

Right.

Walking in Copenhagen

I walked.

I walked down to Christania and it was really crowded because the Roskilde Festival was beginning and I went to our usual dealer’s stand to buy a super-hash joint.

Some new dude was manning the stand.

You want the small one for fifty kroner?

Or this one for eighty…

Another dude standing with his back to us turns around and it is one of the normal dealers and he recognizes me and I look at him and shrug and he looks at the new-dude dealer and then hands me the super-hash joint that normally costs 120 kroner but we get them for the 100 kroner ‘cuz we’re such fucking good customers.

I walked. Smoked. Thought. Wondered if Ray would show up.

The Story Begins

…at Søren Kierkegaard’s grave.

Those are my iPod earpuds laying there on his final resting place.

I wanted to give him the chance to hear some good modern music. He was listening to Silversun Pickups when I took the snap. Growing Old is Getting Old. Somehow that seemed appropriate…

The Sex Life of Dead Spirits

When I got to his grave, there were two touristy-looking young women staring down at his old dead existentialist bawawa…

I took a little stroll around the old part of Assistens Kirkegård, waiting for some time along with him.

I wonder if Søren’s spirit haunts this place.

Does he, in the night, wander around?

Is he… perhaps… looking for a drink?

Does he ever get horny?

These are important questions.

As I’m pondering this, I come across the grave of one Miss Ellen Margrethe Seknner.

She died back in 1871. Was 22 years old.

Does the statue look like she does?

I mean… it’s angelic and graceful and all that… but still…

She’s sorta hot. In an angelic-dead-marble sort of way.

Betcha Søren’s spirit is fucking her.

Every night he probably strolls over to her, looks down at her sweet angelic face, and…

What’s it gonna be, baby? Either we’ll make love together in a wonderful sensual merging of our long-dead spirits… Or I can just slam you round and do it rough in your heavenly ass.

Some good porn– including a double-dose of Abby Winters girls– coming in a bit. But first I’m gonna chow down on some fried chicken and french fries that I picked up at El Pollo Hermanos. The Chicken Brothers. Mmmm…

I’m thinking that when I get to Denmark in two weeks, I’ll buy a black hat in Christiania and start wearing it with a black jacket and use the name “Schrödinger”.

Good ole’ Erwin, you know, was a bit of horny bastard, always insisting that he be able to have sex with both of the women he lived with… in addition to a bunch of casual fuck-buddy-girls on the side. He pursued this effective polygamy and open sexuality even though it cost him much of his illustrious career.

So all in all S- seems like a good namesake. Plus, H- is spoken for… anyway the original H- was a fucking Nazi bastard and that’s not cool at all.

More ramblings after the jump…

Heh… it’s a site of ninja porn girls… like Shiyuki here… not an apt name ‘cuz she’s hot, she not yucky at all!

You might have heard that porn starlet Sasha Grey is staring in a new, relatively-mainstream film. The Girlfriend Experience is directed by Steven Soderbergh.

Part-time sex blogger Ann Althouse links to an article about the film… and pulls out this great bit on “feminism”:

[Sasha] says she wouldn’t call herself “a crusader,” and she thinks the term “feminist” is useless. “Every woman is a feminist in her own right,” she says. “Whether you’re anti-porn or pro-porn or somewhere in between, feminism has become such a generalized, watered-down viewpoint. Someone can say, ‘I’m a feminist because I believe in sexually empowering women.’ That’s my view on feminism. Someone else’s opinion might be, ‘Having sex is just wrong no matter what.’ And both sides might call themselves feminists.”

And the post elicits all sorts of interesting comments.

It’s fascinating to read these comments and see how differently people view the porn world. There is one guy, “John”, who seems to be hell-bent on the notion that porn cannot be anything more than the most base and empty images of people fucking.

Read on…

Gabi has appeared a couple of times on the FEMJOY site. Photographed both times by some dude named Zorlen. I love her light and innocent look.

What’s interesting here is the setting. It’s cloudy. Clearly it’s off-season and the pool is no longer sparkling clean, but rather a think mucky green. Makes for a fascinating contrast.

I wonder whether it was intentional or just a product of necessity. Either way, it’s some excellent artistic dissonance.

More pics after the jump…

Photographed by David on a nature path… The girls are Alena (18yo), Tatyana (20), and Natasha (18).

I’ve been browsing around the David-Nudes site today. Gawd… there’s some incredible stuff there. It is definitely an up-and-coming competitor in the “erotic nudes” category.

LOL!

from this Flickr photostream.