May Ling Su

It never ceases to annoy me when mainstream gets away with atrocious things that porn gets scapegoated for. Let me explain. I just got this link to a news article about how Christina Aguilera’s latest music video was banned by the Thais because of the words “Thailand’s sex tourism” and “young underage girls” appearing in the Thai language on the background while she dances.

First of all, this is absolutely on purpose, corporate board meeting stuff. Christina Aguilera, like the Britney Spears clones, relies on the whole lolita thing to be a pop star.

Secondly, who would have cared about the Thais, and what they thought? Those who can read their written language are a tiny percentage of the world population. Who cares if the bimbo’s music video is banned in Thailand when the publicity is making the rest of the world check the video out?

Which brings me to my point. All this crap about George W putting in more effort into cracking down on child porn, the stigma on legally-aged women playing the lolita game… all of it becomes bogus when on mainstream media, there are movies, news, music etc. pushing the concept into the G-rated public consciousness.

At least porn does society the favor of posting disclaimers, options to exit, etc. Mainstream just barrels on with no warnings. The TV news broadcasting a little girl’s abduction may be just as evil as the abductors themselves, because they are capitalizing on this evil incident to their advantage and bringing awareness to this heinous deed to people who may otherwise not even conceive of the idea.

It just pops my little girl bubble. Once again, I am left feeling that the world is a horrible place, where nothing is as it seems, where honest people can be condemned and rich crooks walk away scot-free. Ah, the pains of growing up!

In a couple more weeks I will be visiting Bangkok through my web design client Adult Bangkok Travel. I’ve only heard wonderful things about the place. I plan to see the ancient temples at Ayutthaya, then sample the nightlife. I’m really curious about the lady-boys, apparently the Thai lady-boys are the most beautiful in the world. Bookmark this site, and stay tuned for my future sexy exploits. I’ll tell you all about the Thais when I get back.

This morning I got an email from ebay saying they’ve shut my auction down. According to ebay, my “listing contained the following: 1. “Hardcore” and “XXX” on image; 2. Reference to bodily fluids: ’swallow.’”

“An African or a European swallow?” I say in faux British accent. Who can name the movie that was from? Come on… I know you can do it! Ready, set, go!

I’ve reposted the ebay auction for Nasty New York City Cab Ride, with pretty vague descriptions of the video. I’m hoping the ebay bidders just head over here and read the uncensored description so they know what they’re getting into when they win my tape.

It’s weird, you know. Ebay is a gigantic market, but it makes it difficult for an adult content buyer to find the treasure they’re looking for. I mean, good for the corporate dudes who sell well-known titles starring big porn stars. As for do-it-yourself-ers like me who makes my own porn and sells it myself, well… if I can’t rely on my way with words and provocative photos to find an audience, I may as well sell my tapes to big porn catalogs and have some big hairy guy packing my tapes for you. Hmm… that sounds like a good idea. I should just concentrate on making my tapes, and let the dudes take care of stuffing them in boxes. Does anyone know any good porn distributors?

Here’s what really trips me out. Check the photo above - no tits, no ass, just me in front of a taxi cab. Olympic gymnasts show more skin than I did in that photo. And yet the mere addition of the letters XXX was offensive to ebay. Isn’t that amazing? The power of the word!

Let me tell you about the cab ride I took around Manhattan and Brooklyn. So I was with Jay and our camera-girl, who wants to remain nameless and out of camera-shot in case she decides to run for President someday.

I lifted my skirt and watched as the yellow cabs swerved my way. That’s how you hail a cab. Jay and I got in the back, and our camera-girl took the front seat. We told the hack to just drive us around the city while we shot some video. He was into it, the ham! Then he started to get nervous when our camera-girl turned around and shot Jay and me playing with my pussy.

I know he could see me from the rearview mirror. I kept my gaze on him while I let Jay squeeze my titties and rub my clit. I was getting hot. The hack said, “You guys keep it cool back there, there’s cops driving around, y’know, I don’t wanna get arrested or anything.” I giggled, “Don’t worry, I’ve got my eye out. I’ve just been fantasizing about getting it on in a cab. What about you?” So Jay and I kept at it.

I gobbled his cock while he slid his middle finger easily into my ass. I squealed. The cabbie stopped the car. “Hey, where are we?” I yelled. He was redfaced, “Let’s just get off here for a little while. This is Brooklyn. It’s a great place.” I looked over to Jay, and we both just shrugged, ready for a kooky adventure.

It was the cabbie’s place. He’s a poet and musician, he plays gigs in the East Village. He had a big Guatemalan dong and we did it all night long. Took our time, then jumped back in the cab.

Jay and I ass-fucked in the backseat. Good thing I’m so little, I can maneuver around the backseat with ease. The bumps on the road pushed his cock deeper into me, making my insides flutter. When cops and other cabs drove by us, I would keep the top half of me absolutely straight and sober, while from waist down I was melting.

We got back into Manhattan and it was ready for my big splash. At Times Square, I sang some show tunes and got cum on all over my face. Off Broadway, Jay pissed in my mouth. The warm piss and splooge mixed into a frothy concoction. I gulped it all down like a porno champion.

True story, I swear. You can order it on video. Watch every nasty New York minute.

The Museum of Sex is overdue. It’s written up as “dedicated to the preservation and presentation of the history, evolution and cultural significance of human sexuality.” October 3 I was there and it still wasn’t open. Snooze you lose… check out their website, www.MuseumOfSex.com.

So I went next door to the Gershwin Hotel instead.

There’s got to be more sex here than there was at the museum, and I was right. Beautiful young men, I’d say about 18 to 25, stood smoking just outside the modern lobby looking like Calvin Klein models.

Next to the elevator, the hotel’s prize - a Campbell’s soup can signed by Andy Warhol. Jay and I ran around the bold-colored hallways with varnished red floors. They have great artwork by Basquiat and others.

From the windows I could hear the music coming from the museum below. They’ve been at it day and night. Disco, Whitney Houston and Barbara Streisand. I sang along, “There’s a place for us… somewhere a place for us…” New York City rooftop romance.

Speaking of rooftops, I uploaded a new music video ~ Sound of Life is written by Jay, and it’s about living alone in New York City, feeling lonely but at the same time excited about what could be coming around the corner.

We met on Staten Island in a big blizzard. I used to take the ferry from the southern-most tip of Manhattan half an hour across the cold Kill just to get between his sheets. I still remember the first time. We played billiards in the basement, then went to bed in his loft on the third floor. I kissed him, and he thanked me.

On the other side of the wall, just right at our heads, was the giant head of an elk, with grand antlers like psychic antennae. Oh, wow we were horny! We stayed in bed day and night, consumed in one another, madly in love. We found something there, I think. Some insatiable desire in one another. It burns hot and bright, and there’s enough energy that overflows onto friends and the rest of the world.

We’ve been together for six years now. It feels so fast, but we’ve been through a lot of extreme experiences too. There are many secret things we explore in one another, and you my dear viewer, are privy to the most hardcore side of it. It’s all in good fun for you and for me. Oh, P.S. Do you like my tee? Get your own stuff.