It’s interesting to contrast today’s mainstream porn actresses, with their breast augmentations and Brazilian waxes, with the variety of natural bodies from earlier years. These women have breasts, bellies and hips. They have body hair. Some are skinny, some are fat, most are somewhere in between.
And they’re beautiful.
They pose nude or in skivvies, alone and in groups, as pinups and in hard-core activities that prove the internet generation didn’t invent kink — our great-grandparents did.
Nash believes RetroRaunch serves an important function, beyond entertainment. “People need to understand politically and socially that porn was not born yesterday, that it’s fundamentally harmless, and that people have been looking at it forever,” she says.
(Source: Wired News)
The article above is by Regina Lynn, her excellent Sex Drive column for Wired is the major reason I check that site.
Have a look around Retro Raunch. It’s well worth a visit, even if it’s just to take the free tour. My god, how great is it to see real women with real bodies, not the plastic, Photoshopped weirdness that passes for normal in contemporary porno circles?
Sex is the permanent discovery: every generation of fumbling teenagers thinks they’ve invented it, imagines they’re doing things that have never been done before, worries that putting that bit of flesh there might be against their God’s will / nature / EU advisories.
And yet, each of us is another link in a chain of reproduction, obviously un-broken or we wouldn’t be here. We’re just notes in the song without end:
That’s at least one thousand million years of shagging. A hell of a lot of randy ancestors. The ones that weren’t so randy didn’t leave as many kids.
So, take the time to have a look around Retro Raunch, see if you can spot your Granny in the buff. And remember that the wrinkly old people you pass in the street were once as young and foolish as you are now, feeling the sun on their naked skins in summery fields, furtively wanking each other off when they could steal some privacy. They had just as much trouble juggling love and lust as you are now.
What can I say about the whole sticky, sweaty, squirty, wonderful mess that hasn’t been said better below?
Love is the sweetest thing
What else on earth could ever bring
Such happiness to ev’rything
As Love’s old story.
Love is the strangest thing
No song of birds upon the wing
Shall in our hearts more sweetly sing
Than Love’s old story.
Whatever heart may desire
Whatever fate may send
This is the tale that never will tire.
This is the song without end.
Love is the greatest thing
The oldest yet, the latest thing
I only hope that fate may bring
Love’s story to you.