This has to be my favorite performance ever, of any artist. They fuck up and restart their own song in front of an audience. Second time through they're so excited they start screeching. The audience member audibly orgasming at the end. And the song is about gay sex.
2024
whenever I see men complain about women reading extremely milquetoast romance novels, I daydream about becoming a famous filmmaker who's entire shtick is just exploitation flicks with attractive, objectified men as the object of shock value. I want to save the perv girls. hold my hand.
i have a bad habit of reading letterboxd reviews and getting pissed right the fuck off. "why is the ending sooo weird" this is a 60's slapstick comedy you're weak and a complete disgrace to me.
david cronenberg wasn't even the first guy to do the wound-vagina in the torso. that was larry cohen. are you listening to me tumblr.
Perv art for the girls
Mystery and Melancholy of a Street (1914) π¨ Giorgio de Chirico ποΈ Private Collection π Somewhere
2024 welcome to my house yeah i'll sleep with you just come here yeah go into my room we're gonna have sex i prommy. ignore the big eyeball outside come on we're gonna have fun.