This is Hardcore

"Shit, if it's gonna be THAT kinda party, I'm gon stick MY dick in the mashed potatoes...!"

Sex can be so empty and sad and heartless. Desperate. Soulless. We're talking good sex. Real hardcore, getting-your-rocks-off fucking. Base. Hateful. The most intense thing you can do to other people -- short of killing them -- is fucking them. That's why sex and violence go so well together. Like peanut butter and chocolate. (You get something sweet and then you get the nut!)

I'm a sucker for mainstream flirtations with "real" sex. "The Brown Bunny", "Baise-moi", "Shortbus", "Intimacy", "9 Songs", "Irréversible". What's the difference between pornography and a legitimate narrative film? The ratio of fucking to dialogue? What's fascinating about seeing real sex in film is knowing it's real. You might not be able to see someone get really killed on film (we hardly knew you, Ogrish), but you can most certainly see someone get really fucked. And it just changes the nature of what you're witnessing.

You grow up in an uptight house, it affects your worldview. You strike out against it. You succumb to it. Sometimes both.

I'm so numb by media. Desensitized by everything I've seen. Sometimes, you just want to feel something. Get provoked into feeling something.

It's what I have to remind myself when I write. When I carve my little mountain out of mashed potatoes. It's gotta turn me on. It's gotta make me feel something, if it's gonna make anyone feel something.