Billy Castro

Review: Billy Castro Does the Mission

Review: Billy Castro Does the Mission

So Billy Castro, hottie extraordinaire of Bordello and Speakeasy, now has his own film. It’s called Billy Castro Does the Mission, for obvious reasons. In it, he wanders around the Mission having sex with any woman he can get his hands on. Four, in all. After a jack-off session on a weightlifting bench, Billy wanders out onto the street, where he finds Dylan Ryan stealing his bike. Obvious answer to this? Follow her and have frantic, slightly angry sex with her in a hot tub. I don’t care if this makes sense — it’s awesome. Billy’s attitude — something along the lines of “you stole my bike; I will cut you. Wait, you are incredibly hot… I will cut you . . . read more

Jack-off Journal #4

Jack-off Journal #4

[This post contains mentions of James Deen. I no longer support him or his work.] January 2nd, 2010 Although I’d just read a terrible piece of “science,” I was too tired to go for the G-spot gold, so I picked up the Wahl and watched a bit of Eon McKai’s newest, Art School Girls Are Easy. Disappointed by how ho-hum and lacking in dirty talk the porn was, I switched to a scene between Sunny Lane and Annabelle Lee from By Appointment Only 9. Annabelle’s pussy-licking style is to die for, seriously. I never used a dildo or anything else besides the Wahl, yet when I came, I squirted a little, soaking through the towel onto my computer chair. Clearly my . . . read more

Review: Bordello

Review: Bordello

It’s the last day of Courtney Trouble week! Yesterday: Roulette Berlin. This shall excite you: Bordello is basically Clue porn. There is a murder, a selection of murder weapons, and a dramatic reveal at the end. It’s only 58 minutes long, but its composition and scope make it feel much more epic than any other Courtney Trouble film of the past. And everything — from the costumes to the set to the lighting — is done with a more exacting eye than ever before. Bordello is hot as hell, really and truly, but it’s also deliciously subversive: its performers play with the theme of sexualized violence, using that violence and its objects (a gun, a knife) to embody queer experience. . . . read more

Review: Speakeasy

Review: Speakeasy

It’s day three of Courtney Trouble week! Yesterday: Nostalgia. Tomorrow: Seven Minutes in Heaven and a chat with Courtney Trouble pt. 2. I had high hopes for Speakeasy, Courtney Trouble’s third film, because its premise is incredibly hot: a detective discovers an underground queer speakeasy where people do two things — fuck and fight. Mostly fuck. The costumes and music are reminiscent of the 1940s, and there is a loose storyline which doesn’t really matter. The score fits the film, bolstering its atmosphere rather than muddling it, which is a definite step up from the confusing musical selection of Roulette. There were many reasons I should’ve liked Speakeasy. For one, the music in each scene actually fades out when the action . . . read more