SEXIS WRONG

lot less spontaneity, and intermittent footage of Snoop Dogg
irrelevantly wandering through the action and blathering.)
I’ll admit there’s a certain hotness to it all: for many of the reasons
I mentioned at the start of this piece, plus a few more I’ll
get to later. After a couple of hours with Girls Gone Wild: Uncensored,
I was definitely ready to head into the bedroom for
a session with the vibrator. But the images in my head weren’t
the ones I’d just seen. They were the ones I’d hoped to see,
the ones I’d wanted to see and hadn’t. That’s not what I want
from my porn. Even my softcore, frat-boy reality porn.
Which is why I’m glad I got more than one DVD. Because
Girls Gone Wild: Bad Girls/Girls Who Like Girls is a whole
other kettle of wax.
I am still somewhat embarrassed to admit this in public, but
this video is surprisingly hot. Like, really. Like, I thought about
it obsessively for days after I first saw it. For one thing, Bad
Girls/Girls Who Like Girls is rather more explicit than Uncensored
or Doggy Style. The brief scenes of girls pulling up their
shirts and making out in the streets are accompanied by longer,
more elaborate scenes of girls in hotel rooms: seriously
fooling around or even having flat-out, unabashed lesbian
sex. It’s much less of a titty show and much more something
resembling actual porn.
This does make the video hot—but not just for the obvious
reasons. It makes the video hot because it gives it some variety
and some direction. Bad Girls/Girls Who Like Girls has
an actual arc of arousal: The eroticism builds, unfolds, starts
with a gentle tease, and gradually gets nastier and more serious.
The flashing doesn’t just go on and on ad nauseam; it
starts somewhere, then takes you somewhere else, seduces
you and draws you in, with increasingly greater delights and
the promise of still greater delights yet to come. It’s still a
tease, but it’s a fun tease, a tease with a purpose, a tease
that actually results in something other than the repetition
and frustration and “one note endlessly blaring” quality of Uncensored
and Doggy Style.
But there’s something else cool and special about Bad Girls/
Girls Who Like Girls. It has the unique payoff of a documentary
or really good reality TV: You don’t know what’s going to
happen next. Nobody knows what’s going to happen next.
Not the camera guys, maybe not even the girls themselves.
It’s not like a standard porn movie, where you and everyone
else knows that the blowjob will be followed by fucking,
followed by anal, followed by the money shot. There’s suspense,
doubt about how far they’re going to take it. As a result,
there’s sexual tension. Real sexual tension, the kind you
get when you’re making out with someone for the first time
and you don’t know how far things are going to go.
Of course, GGW isn’t the only reality porn on the market.
You can get “real couples having real sex” videos elsewhere.
I’ve seen many of them—they’re hot; I like them. But Bad
Girls/Girls Who Like Girls is different from those; not necessarily
better, but different in a way I appreciated. It has a
spontaneous quality, with a sense of adventure and a spur-ofthe-moment
flavor that’s hard to find in standard porn. Even
with the most authentic, unscripted, do-your-own-thing “real
couples” video, you know that the filming was scheduled
and planned well in advance, that the couples thought carefully
about what to wear and what toys to bring and maybe
even what sex acts to do. There’s a huge difference between
that—between videos of long-term couples carefully choosing
to explore their loving sexual connection in a public forum—and
giggling party girls getting crazy with each other in
a hotel room because a “Girls Gone Wild” camera guy asked
them to and they decided, “What the fuck.” These are both
good things, but they’re good in different ways, and the latter
definitely has charms that the former doesn’t.
Finally...I don’t quite know how to say this, but the hotel-room
scenes in Bad Girls/Girls Who Like Girls are just fun. Enormously
and infectiously fun. The three girls in the hotel room
in Bad Girls—Rachel, Amy, and Rebecca—are hilarious. Playful,
giggly, trash-talky, vivacious, they’re natural exhibitionists,
into each other as much as they’re into being on camera.
They’re clearly no innocents: They know their way around
each other’s bodies and their own, and they’re more than just
a tiny bit kinky. But they’re not jaded or bored either, and they
still have enough reticence and modesty to make it fun and
nasty when you watch them overcome it.
And Girls Who Like Girls has one of the sweetest, most
touching, most genuine lesbian sex scenes that I’ve seen in
any porn—and that includes by-lesbian-for-lesbian porn. Michelle
and Christine, the young women in the hotel room, are
real lovers—Michelle has doofy argyle socks under her sexy
black boots, and they talk during the lulls about their sucky
job schedule that keeps them apart—with genuine affection
and a few years behind them. For them, it’s not about giggly
exhibitionism: It’s about deep love and pleasure. The raucous
party you can hear outside the room only emphasizes the
sweet, peaceful joy inside it, and the sex is so authentic it
makes your heart stop. When they’re giggling and wrestling,
there’s not even a hint of, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m
doing this,” or, “Did the camera get that angle?” Their sex
is stunningly real, with real kissing and real fingerfucking and
real cunnilingus. You can tell the cunnilingus is real because
they aren’t pulling their heads back and sticking their tongues
out and lapping away to give the camera a good shot. The
footage is less explicit than most mainstream porn...but
that’s not because the sex is less authentic. It’s because the
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