The Wrath of Khan

I have to admit that I’m entertained by the most appalling porn. I know I shouldn’t be. Yes, I know it’s all prurient and degrading. But then, as I guess you can tell, I’m OK with that sort of thing.

I’ve even identified a few favorites. Tops on my list are the trash-talking ‘outta the street’ porn films of Wesley Pipes, and the much less vocal but just as vivid personages of Richard Mann, Rocco Siffredi, and Nacho Vidal, just to name a few. I love the satisfied grunt from porn actor Tony Eveready as he pulls it out and sticks it right back in deep and hard a few times. The whole act says volumes about the status of the bitches in these films.

A special ranking on my list has to go to the likes of Khan Tusion and Max Hardcore, the misogynist giants. Their formula for entertainment is the dumb but amiable cum, spit and piss splattered actresses that mack for the camera in their little “dramas.” Khan Tusion’s starlets are alternately slapped, shoved and humiliated for the home audience. Dicks are shoved down throats with the intention to make them gag, pussies and assholes gaped. He takes DP to a high, or maybe I should say low art form. His various rough sex series include stellar scenes of his starlets engaged in ass-licking and then there's his ever-delightful series called “Meatholes.”

If you don’t like Khan Tusion, you’ll really hate Max Hardcore. Max delights in speculums as props and manipulating gaping pussies. His blankly smiling little starlets, usually made up like Barbie dolls smile and beg for all the degradation Max can give them.

I was introduced to these video treasures by a porn addict named Danny I occasionally dated. For Danny they were training films. He was into the whole onscreen world that porn had opened up for him, and eager to be Khan Tusion with any female that would accept him that way.

I like porn. I think there’s a whole philosophy to it that I admit that I buy into. There's a forbidden truth to it all. Even if a man isn’t into the extremes of Khan Tusion or Max Hardcore they love to watch the action, with all the society-bending roles that typically unfold on screen. There’s nothing about soft music and romance that’s going to stir up a man’s interest.

Let’s make it plain, ain’t no love! A bitch is the hole at the bottom of a man’s world. Or in the parlance of the great Max Hardcore, "just a fucktoy."

Ain’t that romantic!