La Difference
Two clips, in contrast. The first, here:
--exhibits that "I Feel Myself" aesthetic of self-mediated art-film autobiography. The camera is static and deliberately, even aggressively objective. Although the camera angles shift occasionally, indicating some behind-the-scenes mediation, the subject proceeds to ignore the camera the entire clip in an attempt at anonymous objectivity. This youngish college age woman with glasses, slightly nerdy with smallish natural tits possesses a certain amount of frump is also a naturalist. She has a hairy pussy and isn't afraid to squirt and/or pee on the hardwood floors.
This is a tactile and earthy thrill in spite of its obvious intention as performance for and in front of us. Clearly "written." Clearly manufactured.
By contrast, this self-shot blur:
--has no art or avant-garde formal intention or pretension. The camera's set up so she can hornily proceed to rub her cunt in front of it. It is urgent and authentic - although the subject may be cosmetically closer to a porn star than the previous subject (whether amateur or no).
One is a display, the other a demonstration. They elicit two different responses in this viewer.
One appeals to the aesthetic eye. One appeals to the cock.
--exhibits that "I Feel Myself" aesthetic of self-mediated art-film autobiography. The camera is static and deliberately, even aggressively objective. Although the camera angles shift occasionally, indicating some behind-the-scenes mediation, the subject proceeds to ignore the camera the entire clip in an attempt at anonymous objectivity. This youngish college age woman with glasses, slightly nerdy with smallish natural tits possesses a certain amount of frump is also a naturalist. She has a hairy pussy and isn't afraid to squirt and/or pee on the hardwood floors.
This is a tactile and earthy thrill in spite of its obvious intention as performance for and in front of us. Clearly "written." Clearly manufactured.
By contrast, this self-shot blur:
--has no art or avant-garde formal intention or pretension. The camera's set up so she can hornily proceed to rub her cunt in front of it. It is urgent and authentic - although the subject may be cosmetically closer to a porn star than the previous subject (whether amateur or no).
One is a display, the other a demonstration. They elicit two different responses in this viewer.
One appeals to the aesthetic eye. One appeals to the cock.
The Afternoon of the Air Show
Before
The accompanying video preports to document a night's dating activities.
After
Yet subtext and cinematagraphical evidence suggests this is ultimately a construction like most porn. While it's artfully and unassumingly under-mediated, its ultimate subtextural clues of the sublimation of its manufactured roots creates more narrative and erotic power.
Moreso than if it were truly a "real-time" recording of two strangers fucking.
A longer discussion is here on our sister site, "RPH Annex."
Fidelity
If you don't take off your panties, can I rub up against you?
You don't have to show me your pussy. I won't put my cock inside you. I won't finger your clit. Just lay down and just rub against you. Your ass looks so sexy.
You don't have to suck my cock. Let me just see your beautiful ass. You get me excited just laying there.
I'm gonna come. Rub against me. See - don't pull down your pants. Feel my spunk shoot.
All over you. Feel it? I won't even ask you to clean me off.
I'll lick it off your back by myself.
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