Went to a sex doc again on Tuesday.

So, on Tuesday I went to a sex doc again.

The movie was a documentary of 22 San Franciscoans getting to orgasm on camera, only you saw them from the neck up, and they spliced the footage of them getting off and orgasming with interviews of them and why they're doing it why it's political etc.

I found it kind of tiresome and a little bullshitty, just like the film about 13 women masturbating. There's this idea floating around that the way that you become a sexual revolutionary is by doing something like porn, which I find kind of odd. Why is that a good thing? Especially, since most people are awkwardly mugging for the camera when they're getting off.

During the Q&A, I wondered out loud if people in other countries (Canada, France, England) feel compelled to make this type of film, or if it's a bullshitty U.S. thing.

At that point, someone corrected me and said it's more of a bullshitty San Francisco thing, though you get it some in New York too.

Also, the (black) guy who worked for Playboy brought a friend of his along, this late 40s big (black) guy from the south named "Floyd".

In response to the film, Floyd said that that part where the Asian woman said she was trying to counteract stereotypes of Asian women, that that hit home with him, since his old girlfriend used to run across that all the time.

"And she grew up during the Cultural Revolution, man," he was like, "So she was anything but passive."

I also caught a ride home with the girl who's kind of nerdy and into BDSM and her boyfriend, who's a little fat and pasty. They hung around forever afterwards for a planning meeting, even after it had broken up, and were talking off the series coordinator's ear about how they should find a sex magick doc out there. Then, when we finally walked to the car (they walked really slow), we had to wait like 5 minutes inside for the defroster to run so the guy's glasses could unfog, and then once we drove, he was really really slow, but also a really really bad driver, so from the time when the movie broke up until I got home was an hour! - and public transportation only takes 50 minutes.

Also, in the car, somehow they started talking about rope bondage, and how he tied her up once and he had to untie her since she felt faint from not eating breakfast.