Watching porn: Mary Carey
Oct. 4th, 2004 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSo, this weekend, after the kids and Omaha were in bed, I settled down to go through whatever it was Harvester had found for me over the past week. Harvester is a little program I've written, a wrapper around UBH (usenet binary harvester), which pre-sorts through lists of newsgroups and sucks down whatever it can find based on criteria I give it. Sometimes I have to tweak it, but right now it's pretty reliable at finding me comics, anime, music, and smut that I like. The smut is more often miss than hit, but at least I've not seen anything repulsive recently. And since Harvester is passive, spammers don't get my email address.
One of the things it found was a Mary Carey movie. Mary Carey, if you recall, was the significantly stacked porn star who ran for governer of California against Arnold Schwarzenegger (I don't know what's more alarming-- that I spelled it right, or that it's in my word list), and also recently generate a ton of publicity by starting a protest movement against the U.S. Army's policy of providing free cosmetic surgery to its troops under the heading "Bombs, not Boobs: Spend that money to protect our troops!" (The policy is intended to give military plastic surgeons peacetime practice for repairing wartime disfigurements.) As Fleshbot recently said, "God bless Mary Carey: if she didn't exist, we'd have to take some cheeseburgers and a stack of string bikinis and try to invent her." Indeed.
If one can have a favorite porn starlet, I think Mary Carey just became mine. In a world where porn stars (thanks to Viagra, of both sexes) are more disposable than japanese pop singers, Carey has managed to hang onto a successful career by being unique. She's not artifically attractive: she has a slightly pinched nose, a significant overbite, and a low forehead that, frankly, combine to make her look a bit slow, but apparently that all hides a pretty sharp brain for both publicity and business. It's not immediately obvious why her body is porn starlet material: she is a touch heavyset, with a soft belly and thighs. Okay, that weight translates to large teardrop breasts, but those aren't always a selling point.
And you have to love a porn film where the mad scientist is the hero. Our mad scientist hero babe, celibate and dismissive of the animal act of sex but comprehending of its power over others, creates an evil doppelganger to fuck herself into the halls of power. Mad scientist babe decides things have gone horribly awry and proceeds to follow the doppelganger's trail, decides she likes sex after all, conquers the doppelganger and there's a happy ending.
And the one thing you get from watching this silliness is that Mary Carey likes sex. There's something self-denying about the thin, time-trapped perfect bodies of most porn starlets, something less than, well, robust. Mary Carey is robust. There's something in her expressions, her vocalizations, while she's being banged, some je ne sais quoi that says in no uncertain terms that she's not faking it, that she's really having a good time in front of the camera. A certain ineffable glee at what her body can do for her, and a mischevious astonishment at the whole "and I can get paid for it too?"
More power to her. I wonder if any of the DVD shops nearby have her in the rentals section.
One of the things it found was a Mary Carey movie. Mary Carey, if you recall, was the significantly stacked porn star who ran for governer of California against Arnold Schwarzenegger (I don't know what's more alarming-- that I spelled it right, or that it's in my word list), and also recently generate a ton of publicity by starting a protest movement against the U.S. Army's policy of providing free cosmetic surgery to its troops under the heading "Bombs, not Boobs: Spend that money to protect our troops!" (The policy is intended to give military plastic surgeons peacetime practice for repairing wartime disfigurements.) As Fleshbot recently said, "God bless Mary Carey: if she didn't exist, we'd have to take some cheeseburgers and a stack of string bikinis and try to invent her." Indeed.
If one can have a favorite porn starlet, I think Mary Carey just became mine. In a world where porn stars (thanks to Viagra, of both sexes) are more disposable than japanese pop singers, Carey has managed to hang onto a successful career by being unique. She's not artifically attractive: she has a slightly pinched nose, a significant overbite, and a low forehead that, frankly, combine to make her look a bit slow, but apparently that all hides a pretty sharp brain for both publicity and business. It's not immediately obvious why her body is porn starlet material: she is a touch heavyset, with a soft belly and thighs. Okay, that weight translates to large teardrop breasts, but those aren't always a selling point.
And you have to love a porn film where the mad scientist is the hero. Our mad scientist hero babe, celibate and dismissive of the animal act of sex but comprehending of its power over others, creates an evil doppelganger to fuck herself into the halls of power. Mad scientist babe decides things have gone horribly awry and proceeds to follow the doppelganger's trail, decides she likes sex after all, conquers the doppelganger and there's a happy ending.
And the one thing you get from watching this silliness is that Mary Carey likes sex. There's something self-denying about the thin, time-trapped perfect bodies of most porn starlets, something less than, well, robust. Mary Carey is robust. There's something in her expressions, her vocalizations, while she's being banged, some je ne sais quoi that says in no uncertain terms that she's not faking it, that she's really having a good time in front of the camera. A certain ineffable glee at what her body can do for her, and a mischevious astonishment at the whole "and I can get paid for it too?"
More power to her. I wonder if any of the DVD shops nearby have her in the rentals section.
