getting teary eyed thinking about gerda gottlieb's paintings of her wife after she transitioned

christmas sucks again at my dumb fucking family's house

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

the REAL story behind touhou: In 1931 a man named Touny Houston opened an all-girls orphanage but due to poor oversight the girls often ended up getting in fights and throwing darts at each other. the girls had to either learn to dodge the darts or be killed

you did not seriously just compare an animated kids film called “the brave little toaster” to a Serbian film, about a pornstar in a snuff film, which has been banned in multiple countries and cited by many as the most disturbing movie ever made, because they were both art films.

I'm not, I'm just saying that there's a very wide variety in adult movies

In what way is brave little toaster an adult movie I am genuinely asking, because the book is intended for children, and the movie is intended for children. A kids’ film that chooses to treat its subject matter in the same way as a film made for adults isn’t a movie made for adults, it’s just a good kids’ film.

I'm crying, the brave little toaster is owned by Disney. Yes it was technically made by an independent studio but they needed Disney's permission and funding as Disney had owned film rights to the book for years by then.