photo by the unlinkable Lenore Holloway |
It was mostly due to the discovery of Parker Marx, a fucking genius, a genius of fucking.
Parker Marx is an English porn performer based in Prague. He is lovely to look at, but that's not what it is about him. When he performs, Parker is absolutely in the moment-- or at least does an incredible simulation of that--and clearly relishes a good fuck, completely conveying all that is sublime and intense and connected and primal and hungry about your best sexual encounters ever. Everything from the quick intake of breath when someone first touches their tongue to your flesh to the moment when your eyes meet and you share the giddy realization/mental high five of "We are fucking!" Whether there's a plot or not in his films doesn't even matter, the sex is the plot and Parker finds the story within every encounter.
So yes, there's humanity and depth and connection and--holy hell--and the eye gazing alone could wreck you, but his work is also very sexual, primitive and animalistic. Marx, like, luxuriates in whatever bodily fluids happen--sweat, tears, a newly soaked pair of panties. In a recent, uncharacteristically conventional-seeming scene, his partner squirted what to me looked like a possibly alarming amount of whatever women squirt, and he burst out laughing, delighted. And, dear god, the man cums spectacularly.
I said something to this effect on Twitter because what better place for private thoughts on someone else's cum and @Jessie67878604, despite their bot-like name, had this insight: "I think his genius comes from the presence and devotion he brings to each partner." It's true--his partners emerge from their scenes together changed somehow, as though they're illuminated from within.*
Parker Marx in repose. Kind of. |
One of the gifts Parker Marx has given me--besides the odd feeling of being well-fucked remotely, simply by witnessing a really great fuck--is that he's been my portal to thinky porn/art/something else entirely.
The one that got me the most was Bright Desire, where filmmaker Ms. Naughty totally mucks around with the genre itself -- it's porn about ideas. Like, what if the performers moved incredibly slowly, almost excruciatingly so? (Linger with Parker and Kali Sudhra) What if you wandered far, far away from a typical "straight" porn script, with no cum shot, no female penetration plus a little pegging and afternoon tea? (Since You Asked So Nicely with Parker and Pandora Blake). "Pandora’s orgasms are intense but they take a while," writes Ms. Naughty of the film. "There’s also a lot of laughter and discussion and guidance. In short, this scene totally queers straight sex and shows that pleasure can be attained in multiple ways, no matter how you identify." Right the fuck on.
On about Day 3 of my private Porn Fest, I wrote something on the IBWMW Facebook page like "Back to the porn salt mines" and most people assumed I was excessively jilling off (a real term and oddly prescient name choice by my parents.) But in this case, it wasn't even true, what was going down was more of a mind fuck, the good kind, if there is one. It was more that arty fuckery lent a background hum of sexual charge to everything and left me with the lingering afterglow from a major mind-blowing.
My week-long porn fever dream, which I am desperately trying not to call a pornucopia, was incredibly empowering. I absolutely loved seeing a woman on top with a belly hanging over a pair of panties (Porn performers: They're Just Like US!). I loved that Lina Bembe spontaneously burst into tears after an orgasm in Trinity, (with Parker and the multi-talented Rooster X-Ray) because weeping means you've tapped into something so deep, metaphorically as well as physically. I loved that some women had to rub the living hell out of their clits before they came or twisted their faces up unprettily (that is, raw and beautifully) or that weird awkward moments happened or that it took a really long time to find an orgasm and some straining was involved or that couches were stained.
I loved that all of it was not only completely fine, but even better, porn-worthy. Representation matters, not just in the way we look, but the way(s) we fuck. We contain multitudes, my friends, and this, this is the real stuff, the very stuff that makes sex so deep and rich and personal and good.
So thank you, brave and honest porn makers, performers and Parker Marx, thank you from the bottom of my whatever.
xoxo
jill
#PayForPorn
* Not ruling out possible infusion of magic via cock.
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(2nd photo: Self Portrait by Parker Marx)
16 comments:
Welcome back Jill! Missed you!!
Thanks. I find that trying to make a damn living keeps me away from you way more than I want. Stupid capitalism.
I LOVE this post. At 68, it makes me think that there may be porn actually worth watching.
yay! that makes me so happy, Susan!
Pornucopia = new favorite word.
Obviously, you are dedicated to your work. The rest of us thank you for your dedication.
Caitlin, I've been writing day job hackery too long. at least I didn't put Porn of Plenty.
I could not refrain from commenting. Perfectly written!
Oh my god, I thought that photo was a painting when I first saw it. I’ve never seen porn I would call beautiful. Clearly I need to broaden my horizons.
Congratulations! Parker Marx & Fucking Art is excellently written and expresses exactly the erotical G-spot. Parkerofporn (true name!) has a great natural and erotical charisma and embodies perfectly the sensuality, feeling and passion of love and sex. His performed fucking art is very stimulating. His naked appearence creates automatically a natural atmosphere of intimacy, eroticism and attraction. In addition it causes the desire to be involved in his sexual performed bodylanguage. Magnificent!
Jill, Have you seen "Hysterical Literature?" It's right there at the intersection of porn and art.(IMHO) It has also engendered some dismissive essays. I think (one of) my favorites is the reading from Ralph Waldo Emerson, "On friendship." (if I remember correctly.) The visuals give a completely unexpected charge to the words.
Hi DAT I did and wrote about it! Thanks for reminding me. think I'll re-post it this very second.
and imagination, yeah. exactly.
Hey Jill! First time here. I just loved what you wrote and share the same impressions in the Parker works I watched. Too bad he is no longer on social media and has no recent work (my favorites are from Erika Lust). Any idea what happened?
Hi Mari, I've been wondering the same thing. And just did an extensive google stalking on your/my behalf and found...nothing. I hope he is okay.
Great read - I love Parker. He does bi/mixed stuff too. Hot Power Couple on XConfessions I can recommend. What was the scene you mention where the girl squirted and he giggled? Would like to see that.
He lives in Prague? I thought he was based in Berlin. He seems to have stopped working
anon. i know longer know where he is and yes, I agree that he seems to have stopped working.
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