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Friday, February 18, 2011

Porn Reviews - Shotacon: Their most prestigious artist, in a less than prestigious genre.

Oh no. . .

Let's dive right back in shit creek, this time looking at Shotacon's well known artist: Mitsui Jun; he is to shota what Andy Warhol is to soup cans. 

Not much is known about Jun, at least from what I can tell. he's Japanese, he's a manga artist, and he enjoys big-eyed boys and talking animals. And penis. But I think that's a given by now.

And his work is some of the strangest. Don't believe me? By now, if you don't your an idiot. But to convince you, here's a summary of one of his many "adult only" flip books:

Not so bad. Oh wait, this is only the cover page.


Start! Fun Sex is about two boys on stage, among an audience of aliens. By aliens, I mean the usual "greys". Anyways, the two boys start out their "act" with a little magic, and turn it into the two butt-fucking each other. Twice. An encore to the aliens.

Another, Fun Time, is about a boy, a boy in drag, a robot with a penis, and a floating head with a graduation cap and a dick for a nose. And actually there's not much sex in this volume. Go figure.

And another, Jumping Track Trash, is set somewhere between the Mad Max universe and a post-apocalyptic Teletubbies. It involves a boy in biker goggles going around the desert and wanking it off. Then, as if he wasn't following hentai culture enough, a tentacled cyclops moves into frame and (for some reason) violates our hero. But when the shit hits the fan, or the sperm of the mini Road Warrior hits the monster's face, the monster melts into a gooey heap. And our hero celebrates this victory y, what else, wanking it. also, there's a flying cat. Mitsui Jun does take more drugs than Lewis Carroll.

Your guess is as good as mine.

I can't go much farther. At most, after all this, I don't even have a manhood anymore, and I'm going to hell. Isn't like I wasn't going anyway, but now I've got a President's suite and my name on the Employee of the Month plaque. Something I'm sure Mitsui Jun has had many times in a row.

I'm being preachy. But, here, go look up some of this. I'm serious. If you enjoy it, more power to you, but make sure you encrypt the shit out of it. I just. . . dear Lord, man. Next time, we'll be delving into something a little bit mainstream, American-wise. And maybe even examine it a bit more than this review has.

Not "next time", not ever.


Disclaimer: I tread lightly here on these past reviews because, well, it's still technically legal, but maybe a tad frowned upon. And I kinda like my job. So look at your own risk, fap at everyone's risk, and. . . porn is porn. Leave it at that.

Until next time, get your dicks out gentlemen. I see a boy on the horizon.


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