Photos by Ajapop
Queerporn.tv artists posing naked with their sex scenes peojected onto them.
I was just enjoying a Sunday walk by the lake with Chelsea when we stumbled upon Courtney’s new studio. Ramses was there too and we wanted to pass by and say hi to friends. Things escalated quickly as we painted the walls with video porn and I busted out the camera. Enjoy this ad hoc queer porn photoshoot fucking your sense of beauty and sexuality. Courtney Trouble, Chelsea Poe, and Ramses Rodstein.
Shot at the fabulous TroubleFilms HQ in Oakland, CA
No I fucking LOVE this.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”
I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?
My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.
Stop. Victim. Blaming.
Reblogging this again because it’s perfect.
I fucking love you.