Violent Pornography

In the dark ages before the Takeover, porn was a lot different. Ever see femdom porn from that period? Very much geared toward male tastes, with attractive women with their tits gratuitously out, little or no attention on male looks. Today femdom, by far the most popular form of porn, is aimed at female audienence and focuses almost solely on male attractiveness: the beauty of a male subdued and abused (although of course the modern woman also has eye for the beauty of a strong woman). 

A particularly big infuence in the industry have been the movies by the French director/writer/philospher Salomé Sartou, with their carefully crafted artistic style, their unequivocal theme of the male as an object of woman's desire, a thing to be used and abused according to female's whims, his will completely negated and surpassed. Forced. Raped. Enjoyed. Hurt. Secondary to the woman, always. He was reduced to his external beauty, his youth, his body and face devoured by the cameras while he suffered and served. The large erect penis, once an object of near worship, now aestheticized as an object of use and abuse. Many even said that her work should be seen as the very image of the spirit of the Grande Révolution Féminin.

Her most controversial work to date - and there have been a few! - The Slavers of The Hunky Bay (as seen in the picture), which details the abduction and torture of a young white man man by a band of dark-skinned female slavers was considered groundbreaking in its politico-historical commentary, yet also criticized for particular graphic violence and overblown glorification of male suffering. Now, such criticism was by no means atypical for her work, but what caused the biggest stir were the claims that the male actor had not only been in the film against his will - even kidnapped to star in it - and, even more scandalous, that in the iconic end scene had actually been tortured to death. Even if he had survived, they said, after the movie the young man was simply trafficked to one or several of the many torture-dens around the world, to be abused by paying customers.

Eventually Sartou had even had to bring him out to make statements about his perfect wilfulness to star in the movie, to assure everyone that he was very much alive and safe, and that "I was not hurt in the making of this movie". Still, there remained a few conspiracy theorists who yet murmured that this was not the same boy at all, but another actor brought out to create diversion. He was shorter and even had different colored eyes, they said. But in any case, that was the end of the controversy.

Sometimes, when pressed about it, Sartou made brief and pithy comments about all the cruelty in her work. "Yes it's exaggerated," she once said. "It's cathartic. But it's also damn sexy." And once, "No, I would never kill anyone. I would only fantasize about it. I want to play rough, there's always some boy. I don't need to kill him." Then a characteristic, albeit rare, wicked smile. "Quite."

In an interview, Sartou was once asked how it could happen that women, once considered mainly as being passive, kind, and sexually subservient to males, could in such a short time become this way: dominant, unabashedly lustful, assertive and entitled, and so often plain cruel, she had only shrugged and asked, "Did it happen?"

At the affirmative reply to that, she had taken a puff of her cigarette and shrugged again. "That's how."