Querying today’s new catalog entries in category:erotica; displaying (8) highest-rated results:

Meiose With Me
An esseli bioengineer rediscovers the wonders of sexual reproduction.

Naked Singularity: When Particles Collide
Those naughty, naughty particles.

Prompt Criticality IV
Further unbounded lust among the orgiasts of the Atomic Age.

Ricatra Today: Vol. CCXLVII
The galaxy’s finest xenophilia.

Thrusters Firing! 2: Engage the Retro-Rockets
The microgravity adventures continue.

Tunnels of Love
In the mines of the Mohorovicic, the passion runs as hot as the magma!

Warm, Sticky and Moist
Hilarity ensues when virtual lovers meet in the flesh for the first time.

You Spin Me Around
Erotic-comedy star Lalíríë Celestial discovers the Coriolis effect.



Trope-a-Day: Moral Guardians

Moral Guardians: There are, of course, no official Moral Guardians in the Empire.  It covers that right there in the Imperial Charter:

“Access to information shall not be abridged by the Empire, or by any instrumentality thereof, save to the least extent required for the public safety; nor shall the freedom of research and inquiry; nor shall the freedom of speech, nor that of the press, save when such information or speech constitutes, in whole or in part, infectious or self-executing code;”

Unofficially, there are plenty of groups which, while powerless to censor, are more than happy to act this way in a hortatory sense.  And while they don’t generally care about sex (except for insufficiently aesthetically and hedonically pleasing sexual content [see: It’s Not Porn, It’s Art] – yes, this is the country in which the Moral Guardians will encourage people to boycott your pornography because it doesn’t look like the participants are having enough fun) and violence (although the market looks poorly on one-sided gorn, which hurts the sales of the horror genre), the more mainstream examples of the type have successfully purged reality television (and other media), gross-out humor, gratuitous ugliness and vulgarity (because orgies and slaughter are fine, but bad taste is just unforgivable – Values Dissonance, don’ch’know?), stupidity-themed comedy (stupidity being every bit as awful as bad taste), and other such approving cacopraxia from the Imperial media memespace.  It helped, of course, that there wasn’t all that much there to start with, most of the material in question bouncing right off the cultural blinders.

Trope-a-Day: It’s Not Porn, It’s Art

It’s Not Porn, It’s Art: While not a legal distinction – for obvious reasons – the important distinction between the socially acceptable (and indeed regarded as something of an art form) erotica and the socially unacceptable pornography is that the former requires (a) appealing characters, (b) some semblance of a plot, and perhaps most importantly (c) that a jolly good time be had by all involved.

(Yes, this disqualifies about 95% of the Earth material about which the question might be asked.)

Moral Guardians

Ollisté Cúlárius’s Erotic Watchvid Review!
Hard Heat in the Hotlands, imp. Gantír Media. (32 minutes.)

The things I do for you, gentle readers.

I watched this production, imported from the Dulse Cooperation, not once but twice; once, purely as myself, as a connoisseur of cross-species erotica, and then for a second time using a waserai cultural-perspective overlay just in case I had completely misunderstood what I was watching.

Unfortunately, I hadn’t.

Hard Heat in the Hotlands has worse production values than most amateurs’ first films.  This is something of a relief, since good production would only throw into sharp relief the inability of the makers to find a cast that is attractive either physically or in personality, to devise characters that aren’t entirely flat, or to provide any plot beyond “the characters enter stage left and have sex for no adequately explored reason”.  While no-one expects full relationship development in a short erotic watchvid, some time spent on scene-setting, on providing us with the sense that the characters actually like each other, and on showing a little seduction and foreplay to set the mood would have been most welcome.

As for the actual sex, which makes up 30 minutes of the 32 minute running time, it is dull, uncreative and rather tedious at its best, and despite the director’s antisubtle taste for lingering close-up shots which would probably have been more at home in an anatomy training film, spends most of its time on uninspired genital-rubbing with rather less eroticism than a typical documentary on the history of the piston engine.  Meanwhile, it is virtually impossible to suspend disbelief sufficiently to believe that either of the cast are enjoying themselves; judging from the occasional unguarded expression that slips through, “going through the motions in a state of utter necrocephalic boredom” would be closer.

If any of that actually sounds appealing to you, run, don’t walk, to your nearest licensed psychedesigner.

Finally, I am told that on some worlds people believe that pornography causes violence.  I can report that this is absolutely true, because after sitting through this atrocity not once but twice, I would very much like to shoot whatever drug-addled loon of a remarketing executive at Gantír thought it could possibly sell here.

Rating: 0/72 (and that only because my editors won’t permit me to use negative numbers)

Recommendation: Don’t buy it, don’t watch it.  Actually, forget it ever existed.  You don’t even need to use a memory redactor for that, whereas I’m going to see one after posting this review in order that I’ll be able to enjoy sex ever again.