The Pornoanalyste or Porno Analyst (or is it Analist?) of France is One Heck of a Poet

Posted in Bizarre, Humor on September 11, 2007

Perhaps not as good as Davo’s book of Prostitute Poetry, but the “Pornoanalyste” writes extremely eloquent musings on his daily porn surfing, analyzing what goes on in his head and the models, all very poetic. I kind of do the same sometimes when I write a post, but this guy is a true genius with words. Of course, he writes in French so those of you lacking Francophone skills, the poignancy of reading “Je serai vulgaire, une autre fois, veuillez m’en excuser : je peux regarder cette photo, le sexe à la main, le branler fort, dur, sentir le sperme venir et m’imaginer gicler sur son visage, sur ses seins.” below this photo may be lost on you. But read on.

Back in the Anglophone world, and before porn blogging became popular, there was a usenet group called rec.arts.movies.erotica, whose shining star was a fellow named Ridley. I decided to look up and see if those old posts were still there and indeed, they were. Especially my favourite one and the one that I remember best, his rather sad lament at the decline of the porno shops in Times Square, his distaste for DVDs (as opposed to VHS - a true purist), as well as some nice reviews. Read it and weep.

“I stopped by the European vid store, a store that specializes in fist fucks, piss in the face, shit in the mouth vids, some of the fisting vids are really
good, look for my review of Faust Fuck # 23 coming soon. I left the porn stores, and headed over to Times square mingling with the yuppies and thier Yuppie off spring, watching the cars drive over the axle busting potholes that passes for the road around times square and as i looked back at the Neon beckoning tourists and westchester Yuppies to BUY BUY BUY i sighed and thought back to the glory that once was and shed a tear to the past. ”

More of Ridley’s story is here…

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