Mums Make Porn

Channel 4 (in the UK) have started showing a series where a group of 5 mothers are tasked to make a porn film they would rather their children saw instead of the stuff that is out there. The main themes that came across were the degradation of the women involved, the lack of respect and the lack of consent.

The first episode was very female-centric, and they went to see how porn was made, both of these were produced by women. I would have like to see the male point of view and more voxpops from young men, after all, it is their consumption of porn that influences their views of sex and what women want. I think if the Mums are going to make a responsible pron film then they need to know what the young men want from porn and why they view it. Perhaps future episodes will look into this.

I’ve made some screencaps of a porn performer Sam. Cute, hung and uncut.



Wanted by the CIA

Well, it seems that I’m wanted by the CIA! They say they’ve discovered evidence of me distributing pornographic images of under-age children. This technician wants $10,000 to delete the evidence.

Now the hacker email from several months ago seemed more plausible. This one is just too far-fetched. I doubt that the CIA would pre-warn me, the price is far too high for ordinary people to pay and an unscrupulous employee of the CIA wouldn’t email from a CIA email.

I just get so tired of this shit! I get so much spam I’m sure I miss some important emails. If anyone has any ideas how to filter all this shit, I would sincerely appreciate it.

St. Patrick’s Day Stories Update

Happy St. Patricks Day. I won’t crow about Wales beating Ireland in the Six Nations Rugby yesterday to win the Grand Slam. Well done Wales! It was a great game and Ireland did play well. I know I always say how proud I am of my welsh heritage, but I am also one quarter Irish – I’m a regular British mongrel. Pity I don’t like Guinness. But I will raise a nice glass of white wine to the Irish. Sláinte

Clouded Purity – Chapter 7 by Cynus
M/V Lady Jean Peterson – Chapter 4 by BobbyG

Stories Update

Bog Off – Chapter 11 by Tom
Clouded Purity – Chapter 4 by Cynus
M/V Lady Jean Peterson – Chapter 1 by BobbyG

This week’s update sees the start of M/V Lady Jean Peterson by BobbyG. The eagle-eyed of you will notice that we have already published this series. However, this is a new re-edited version. The original version has now been removed, so please take  a second look, or if you missed it the first time around, a first look.


I don’t know how much the international community know about the UK miners’ strike between 1984 and 1985. Even in the UK knowledge is a little sketchy and depends on where you live. The south of the country was really not affected, and so they don’t necessarily understand what was actually happening.

I live in an ex-mining area (thanks to the dispute), and feelings still run pretty raw, even after nearly 35 years. I was a child at the time but the Midlands and Yorkshire were pretty much a police state during the strike, with travelling being monitored and challenged.

Yesterday, I watched the play “Wonderland” about the miners’ strike. It brought back memories of the time but was a brilliant and sometimes difficult watch. The first act centred on the miners, their relationships and life underground. It also had some laugh out loud moments. The second act centred on the strike and the effects on the miners and also the politics behind it.

In Nottinghamshire, the strike broke apart communities and even families. Fathers and sons who worked down the mine together were set against each other as one would break the strike to be able to look after their family. Families were given food parcels to survive, but there was no money to pay bills, so they were left with no electricity and had to resort to picking through rubble for scraps of coal to heat their homes. Even the union split and miners wanting/needing to work setting up the UDM (Union of Democratic Mineworkers).

Over thirty years before Brexit, it was the Miners’ Strike of 1984/85 that split the country, communities and families. It was dark times for the country.

And now to lower the tone!

I had no idea when I booked to see the play, but there was a bit of nudity. Miners get pretty dirty, and there was one short scene with them in the shower. Although it was dark, we did get to see everything. The notable view was of Joshua Glenister. Such a nice view. But let that not distract from the fantastic performances of all the actors.


“Do you like boys?”

Another good reason to love Joe Root. A great cricketer and now a great ambassador for humanity.

During a tense moment of the match, West Indies bowler Shannon Gabriel asks Joe Root, “Why are you smiling? Do you like boys?”

Joe Root retorts, “Don’t use it as an insult. There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”

You’ve just got to love what Joe said in response.

Gabriel’s comments landed him a four-match ban and fined 75% of his pay for the match.

Afterwards, in a statement, Gabriel said, “I know now that it was offensive and for that, I am deeply sorry… To my team-mates and members of the England team, especially their captain Joe Root, I extend an unreserved apology for a comment which in the context of on-the-field rivalry, I assumed was inoffensive sporting banter.”

All this reminds me of a time in the early 2000s when I was training a young woman, and whenever she got frustrated or thought something didn’t work very well, she would say, “That’s so gay.”

It really rankled me, but she kept on saying it. So eventually I had to say something about how I didn’t like her using that word in that manner. Her response was ok, and she understood, but she did say that she had gay friends who used it.

Perhaps it’s just me, being an older gay, not liking the way the youngsters used the term. But associating the word gay with bad things is a retrograde step in my opinion. Gay does not mean bad, or faulty, or crap. Being gay means being human and having the same rights as every other human in the UK.


For those interested, Shannon Gabriel’s statement, in full.