“You have no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.” Rumi
‘Bravo’ (nickname; real name unknown) as the Older Prisoner was a Tunisian from nefta who was a barber with a big family to support Lucien Sénémaud (real name) as the Younger Prisoner. He was introduced to Jean Genet by Jean Cocteau with whom he had served in the French army. Genet fell passionately in love with 18-year-old Lucien Sénémaud, about whom he wrote, “His beauty harpooned me.” The two men formed a passionate, and volatile, couple; He was a married man whose wife supported him in appearing in the film. Java André Reybaz plays the Guard. Reybaz had a long career spanning forty years, which mostly consisted of numerous French television appearances. Coco Le Martiniquais … Second dancing prisoner (uncredited) Set Genet had an extensive prison set built amidst the ground floor restaurant of Nico’s Rose Rouge (the famous nightclub was in the basement). Exteriors were shot, on the sly, at both the Fresnes and La Santé prisons, where Genet had served most of the cumulative four years of his adult incarceration. The forest sequence was shot near Fontainebleu at Milly-la-Forêt, on Cocteau’s property. There is some controversy over the extent of Cocteau’s presence: Edmund White believes it was minimal, while Jonas Mekas says that Nico told him it was extensive. No one, however, doubts that the film is unquestionably Genet’s own creation. Genet’s rough cut ran 45 minutes, but he gradually trimmed it into its taut final running time of 25 minutes. (Source) Banned When in 1966 distributor Sol Landau attempted to exhibit the film in Berkeley, California, he was informed by a member of the local police special investigations department that were he to continue screening it the film “would be confiscated and the person responsible arrested.” Landau responded by instituting the case of Landau v. Fording (1966) in which he sought to show Genet’s work without police harassment. The Alameda County Superior Court watched the film twice and declared that it “explicitly and vividly revealed acts of masturbation, oral copulation, the infamous crime against nature [a euphemism for sodomy], voyeurism, nudity, sadism, masochism and sex…” The court rejected Landau’s suit, further condemning the film as “cheap pornography calculated to promote homosexuality, perversion and morbid sex practices.” He was similarly rebuffed in the District Court of Appeal of California, which accepted that Genet was a major writer but cited this as a lesser work of an early period and declared that in the end it was “nothing more than hard-core pornography and should be banned.” When the case reached the U.S. Supreme Court, the decision was confirmed once more, in a 5-4 per curiam decision in which the justices simply stated that Un Chant d’amour was obscene and offered no further explanation. —Jonathon Green and Nicholas J Karolides, The Encyclopedia of Censorship.
There is a whole new industry developing at the moment. It’s an industry that is telling men that they are becoming addicted to porn. It’s an industry of frustrated therapies and therapists. They would like to make men believe that watching porn and wanking is wrong. They would like you to feel initially just a tiny tiny tiny little bit guilty. Then they have planted their “seed”, and they will then leave you to grow in their manure. The fruition of course is that eventually you will blossom into a fully paying member of their philosophy club. It’s always the same ritual; you sit and talk about the most amazing porn you have seen on the internet. You explain that it allow you reach orgasmic levels that you will never be able to repeat in your sex-life. You tell them in minute detail about some of your favourite scenes, you know the one’s that really get you off. And they simply sit and listen. And you know m8; you pay the same price that would have payed for a visit to a tantric masseur. What did you achieve? What did you get for your fucking money.
There is a cure for addiction to internet porn. It’s very simple; spend 20 minutes everyday practicing your erotic performance. Don’t simply sit there and wank like a monkey. Get your favorite porn on a huge screen, put on your ipod and dance and wank. Spin yourself as fast as you can. Spin yourself until you are so dizzy that you fall down. Breathe deeply and when you feel ready get up and repeat the entire performance, making each even better than the last time. If you cunt-in-U to feel in any way guilty about practicing your erotic performance, you need to spin in a pattern of 81 times to the right, and then 81 times to the left. You could even film your performance. Celebrate your inner slut. Celebrate your porn and wanking addiction. Listen m8, you really are an exceptional wanker; your performances are absolutely amazing. You have the most beautifully fattening cock. Perhaps you should think about becoming your own “fucking therapist”. You know that therapist we mentioned earlier, ever wandered what they did after you have unloaded your most intimate sexual knowledge in an hour.
THE ONLY PROBLEM WITH WANKING TO PORN, IS THE QUALITY OF WHATS AVAILABLE ON THE INTERNET. 99.9% OF IT IS AS ABSOLUTELY USEFUL AS A USED CONDOM. IF MEN WERE ABLE TO ACCESS SLIGHTLY MORE INTELLIGENT CORE, THEY WOULD NOT HAVE TO SPEND HALF THE NIGHT FINDING SOMETHING THAT COULD ACTUALLY GET THEM OFF. METAPHYSICALLY SPEAKING, SCIENCE CLEARLY SHOW US THAT WANKING IS GOOD FOR YOU. IT CAN EVEN PREVENT CANCER. SO WOULD YOU RATHER BE AT YOUR COMPUTER WITH YOUR SPLENDID COCK IN YOUR HAND, OR DEAD, THE CHOICE, MY BROTHERS, IS UP TO YOU. BUTT, DON’T SIT AT YOUR COMPUTER WANKING LIKE A WALLY, GET UP OFF YOUR FUCKING FAT ARSE AND DANCE. THATS THE WAY TO WATCH PORN. HAPPY DAYS > MR COX
(CHAPTER 17) : Prescriptions for Increasing the Dimensions of Small Cocks and for Making Them Splendid.
Know, O Vizir (God be good to you!), that this chapter, which treats of the size of the virile cock, is of the first importance both for men and women. For the men because from a good-sized and vigorous cock there springs the affection and love of women; for the women, because it is by such members that their amorous passions are appeased, and the greatest pleasure is procured for them. This is evident from the fact that many men, solely by reason of their insignificant members, are, as far as coition is concerned, objects of aversion to women, who likewise entertain the same sentiment with regard to those whose cocks are soft, nerveless, and relaxed. Their whole happiness consists in the use of robust and strong cocks. A man, therefore, with a small cock, who wants to make it grand or fortify it for the coitus, must rub it before copulation with tepid water, until it gets red and extended by the blood flowing into it, in consequence of the heat; he must then anoint it with a mixture of honey and ginger, rubbing it in sedulously. Then let him join the woman; he will procure for her such pleasure that she objects to him getting off her again. Another remedy consists in a compound made of a moderate quantity of pepper, lavender, galanga, and musk, reduced to powder, sifted, and mixed up with honey and preserved ginger. The cock after having been first washed in warm water, is then vigorously rubbed with the mixture; it will then grow large and brawny, and afford to the woman a marvellous feeling of voluptuousness. A third remedy is the following: wash the cock in water until it becomes red, and enters into erection. Then take a piece of soft leather, upon which spread hot pitch, and envelop the cock with it. It will not be long before the cock raises its head, trembling with passion. The leather is to be left on until the pitch grows cold, and the member is again in a state of repose. This operation, several times repeated, will have the effect of making the cock strong and thick.
A fourth remedy is based upon the use made of leeches, but only of such as live in water, You put as many of them into a bottle as can be got in, and fill it up with oil Then expose the bottle to the sun, until the heat of the same has effected a complete mixture. With the fluid thus obtained the cock is to be rubbed several consecutive days, and It will, by being thus treated, become of a good size and of full dimensions. For another procedure I will here note the use of an donkey’s member. Procure one and boil it, together with onions and a large quantity of corn. With this dish feed fowls, which you eat afterwards. One can also macerate the ass’s verge in oil, and use the fluid thus obtained for anointing one’s cock, and drinking of it. Another way is to bruise leeches with oil, and rub the verge with this ointment; or, if it is preferred, the leeches may be put into a bottle, and, thus enclosed, buried in a warm dung-hill until they are dissolved into a coherent mass and form a sort of liniment, which is used for repeatedly anointing the cock. The cock is certain greatly to benefit by this. One may likewise take rosin and wax, mixed with tubipore, asphodel, and cobbler’s glue, with which mixture rub the cock, and the result will be that its dimensions will be enlarged. The efficacy of all these remedies is well known, and I have tested them.
al-rawd al-‘âtir fî nuzhat al-khâtir by Muhammad ibn Muhammad al-Nafzawi is a fifteenth-century Arabic sex manual and work of erotic literature. The translation of the title is The Perfumed Garden of Sensual Delight (al-rawd al-‘âtir fî nuzhat al-khâtir), which was used by the wonderful, and sadly missed dj John Peel for his pirate radio show in the 1960’s. The book presents opinions on what qualities men and women should have to be attractive, gives advice on sexual technique, warnings about sexual health, and recipes to remedy sexual maladies. It gives lists of names for the cock and vagina, has a section on the interpretation of dreams, in some versions there is a chapter on homosexuality.
I had been to the masseur a couple of times before, in a neighboring city, for just an ordinary(Sweidsh) massage so did know him from them. I decided to have my first ever tantric massage with him so that I felt I could trust him better than a total stranger and if I felt uneasy, I could tell him more easily when to stop.I had the choice of how he began his tantric massage, either by letting him undress me or me undressing and just putting a robe on first while he was out fo the room. I decided on the latter. He left the room while undressed and put on a full length fluffy white robe. On returning, he dimmed the lights and put on some mood music, that he had specially imported from Japan using traditional Japanese instruments also. He asked me to stand up from the chair and close my eyes, while holding his hands as we stood and faced each other. He then told me to close my eyes, listen to the music and meditate while taking deep breaths. I did as I was told throughout. I started to feel more relaxed as the music and breathing took over. He then let go of my hands and moved them onto my robe, first of all massaging me all over it from shoulders down to my stomach and below. He then undid the robes chord that was fastened round my waist and inserted his hand inside it massaging me all the time and not letting his hand lose contact with my body. The massage was more intimate this time as his hands were now touching my skin all over but still inside the gown. He next put his hands on the top of my robe and let took it off my shoulders so that it fell to the ground leaving me standing there in front of him totally naked. I felt him take a step back and could hear him take of his vest and then his shorts. He took hold of my hands again and pulled he to him so that there was no space between our two naked bodies. I could feel his breath on the side of my face as our heads were not side by side. Our erections could be felt touching each others penises like old friends meeting up and embracing each other. Automatically our breathing got deeper and faster and out heads turned to face each other, my eyes still closed, as our lips met for the first time. We broke away for a few tentative seconds to take breath before we quickly returned to exploring our opening mouths.
His hands lowered again as he massaged my whole body. I found my hands automatically doing the same. We were now massaging and exploring each others mouths and bodies. I had to break away as found myself in a sudden rush of the beginnings of an orgasm. He whispered in my ear to open my eyes…I did so and adjusted my eyes to the dim lights and the sight of my masseurs naked body. He was a little fatter than he looked in clothing and his erect penis was not as big as mine and quite an unusual shape, which I thought looked like and erect slim triangle. I touched it all over one more time. I looked up to his face to see him smile as I smiled back to him….He then lead me to the massage table where he asked me to lie on my back.. He then proceeded to massage me all over from head to foot moving round the tables as never before. It was nice to feel his body and erection touching my body too as he stretched over me. He played particular attention to my buttocks, massaging them deeply and separately and sliding his fingers down my crack and moving my cheeks further and further apart. More oil was put in that area as he massaged it in and loosened up my tenseness and hardness of my bottom. I felt him slide his fingers over my hole. I shuddered as it went up and down over it but never inside. I was worried at the point as I had never let anyone go inside it except my doctor who had not put on any lube before hand and I almost left doctors couch in the foetal position I was in on the medical exam and touched the ceiling in pain. He then asked me to turn over so he could begin massaging the front of my body.I felt strange but excited that i was lying there totally naked and could feel my erection still standing perfectly straight in the air at ninety degrees to my stomach ( i used to be a maths teacher… so know all about angles….lol) He again started to massage me from the neck downwards stopping at my nipples to massage then and bring them to erection as much as my penis was. he then slithered his hands down to my hairy belly, where he massage it in circular strokes going deeper each time and harder so much that my penis started to shake about intime with hsi movement. It was wobbling about and shaking in a way I had never felt before bringing me almost to orgasm again. He then went to the bottom of the table and asked me to slide down the table so that my buttocks wer slightly hanging over the end. He placed his hands underneath them and lifted them up and put two cushion underneath then as he lowered me down on them. he then took my legs in each hand and moved them wider apart. I began to sweat with excitement and fear of what was going to happen next.
He placed himself between my open legs and moved in close. I felt his erection touch mine. I began to breath more quickly and deeped takeing in the mood music too that was still playing. He then massaged my belly again in those beautiful circular motions making my cock move, touching his cock as it moved back and forth. I was in the first throws of extasty. He then started to massage my buttocks more and more and putting more and more on my hole. I was quivering as he entered slowly….I had asked him for no full sexual thing, just in case he tried as his cock was almost touching my entrance. I was surprised how easy he went in and through my tunnel of love without having no pain as with my own doctor. I never ever thought I would love this experience but I was surprising myself so much. His finger went back and forth slowly go further each time until suddenly it came to a halt. I felt a little shudder as he said “I am touching your prostate” He then put his free hand fully over my erection. Pulling it back from my body so much that it hurt and then letting it go so that it bounced back to place with such force I thought it would break….He did that a few time so that each time I looked forward to it and it felt less hurtful He then did the same but from a side ways angle….I was enjoying it and pleasure all the time. Then when my erection was fully standing back in its place he started to move my foreskin up and down slowly at first but increasing his speed, making sure he didnt bring back my foreskin too much as he knew from a previous “hapy ending” that I had a tight foreskin…..I wanted him to bring me to orgasm now and release my mans milk from inside its safe haven of my sac. I felt my milk slowly rising up and down my shaft. I started to hold it back in but wanted at the same time to let it release at full force as it had not been milked for some time and of late it had only been released in dribbles rather than a full forceful shoot. I could hold back no longer and let my mans milk shoot the full length up my shaft and high into the air falling back onto my thick black pubic hairs. I remember almost blacking out in pleasure and never felt an orgasm so strong and powerful….I had never cum like this ever. After those first three main shoots I felt my dick start to weaken but still pouring out my milk until he let go of it and it flopped on my cushion of hair but still letting ever last drop of milky cum pour out every last drop. His fingers had be this time exited from my inside my body. He stood back letting me enjoy my last seconds of pushing my milk out onto my body. He came back to the top of my body, placed his hands onver my chest, lowered his head and kissed me fully on the mouth. After a few minutes of rest he pulled me up to sit me on the side of the massage bed and we embraced, saying nothing for what seemed hours. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes. He smiled at me in a knowing sence of succeeding with what he had intended. He helped me down and we stood next to one another naked again but this time with soft penises touching each other. We kissed for one last time before he lead me back ot my clothes to get dressed. We spoke for some time after about life and I told him how when he was inside me I wanted to cry…not in fear but in pleasure and he said this happens a lot and I shoudl have let go in that way more and maybe I would the next time. He gave me a final drink of water to ground me before I left. I walked away on a cloud of air and never felt my body to feel so new and refreshed. Did I go again….? Well, thats another story for another day. Cheers Tony..stoke