Hysterical Literature
There’s a video involved. I leave it up to you whether you read or watch first.
I’ve never understood vibrators. I’ve gone on record numerous times saying various versions of “I dislike them all except for Lelo’s Nea which I really only appreciate aesthetically.” I think it’s the buzzing that bothers me. I’ve pod for plenty of photospreads with toys, but I’ve always en them as a poor substitute for a person and I’ve never had an orgasm from one. Less than a month ago I was on a panel at Exxxotica with some of the adult industry’s most successful female performers. Someone in the audience asked what our favorite vibrator was, and every single one of the other women shouted “Hitachi” in unison. That night I received an email from Clayton asking if I’d be interested in his new project.
He’s filming women sitting at a table reading literature. The twist is the things going on below the table. I like the sorts of things… This Empty Love was the first video work I enjoyed doing, making hardcore work with Digital Playground an interesting option later. I th
ink the interesting parts of x are in the hints of what can’t be en. Penetrative x, after all, is an exploration of something dark, moist, and cavelike.
I’ve chon a ction of Supervert’s “Necrophilia Variations.” I’m fascinated by Supervert and their (his?) body of work. I went with the Necrophilia themed volume becau I’m currently in an oddly non-morbid obssion with something triangulated by the way an orgasm affects brain chemistry, the reasons behind the french nickname of la petite mort, and why my mind goes completely blank when I’m at the height of a xual experience. There’s something in there, death and x, maybe change or growth, and I’ve been focud on it since shortly before I posted “Touch.” Sometimes I can brush this concept with my fingertips, but I can’t grab hold and inspect it yet. The only way to understand is to wallow in anything that might hold a clue until it all clicks together (or am distracted by something shiny… but it would have to be *really* shiny.) Tl;dr: That’s the book that felt right.
I’ve been told to dress as I would for a date with a man, not a boy. I’m wearing a dress fro
m Vivienne Westwood’s Anglomania collection last year. The cut limits the range of motion of my arms, but ideally I wouldn’t need to open my own doors or feel the desire to talk on my phone while on a date with a man. My makeup is simple, my heels very high but relatively practical, and my panties are both sophisticated and expensive. Also, damp in the gust. Sexually speaking I really enjoy things that I can’t predict and things that are new to me. This attempting-to-read-aloud-and-maintain-composure while being xually stimulated game is new. The video camera adds a dash of exhibitionism which I always appreciate. Most interesting, though, is the Hitachi that my vagina is about to be making very good friends with for the first time.
When I tell Clayton’s lovely assistant for the evening that I’ve never experienced the Hitachi, her eyes light up. I’ve obviously gotten mylf into the most fun kind of trouble. Lights get t and everyone assumes their positions. My underwear lays on the floor out of frame. As I start reading, my disbelief is suspended. I forget what is about to happen. The first touch on my thigh nds all available blood to my vulva. I continue to enunciate properly, focusing on the text. I’ve broken a sweat. If this goes on for much longer my hair
will be plastered to my head with perspiration as though I’ve been working out or engaging in acrobatic man/woman penetrative fucking. I stumble over a word, my concentration breaks as I go back to pronounce it correctly. Neither the Hitachi or the woman wielding it will be denied, but in the interests of art (and becau this feels so beautifully filthy I don’t want it to stop yet) I hold out as long as I can. This ction of the world that I’m inhabiting slows down, zooms in. Like a stretched rubber band it suddenly contracts, and I am lovingly punched with an orgasm.
I giggle-pant, hands on the table. Once enough pieces of my mind have come back I deliver the closing line.
-------------------International Porn Superstar Stoya(tm)
关于 Hysterical Literature 的一些东西
Hysterical Literature(兴奋的文学)是美国摄影师 Clayton Cubitt 执导的一个视频作品系列，视频中展示着一名坐在桌前阅读小说的女性，在阅读的同时桌下躲藏着 Cubitt 的助手，他/她通过按摩棒让在阅读中的主人公达到高潮。
视频系列第一集的女主角 Stoya?(她的名字真的是注册商标好嘛……)是成人站点 DigitalPlayground 的独家演员。tumblr 上成千上万的 gif 就是对她的技艺最好的赞扬。
下面这篇译文是 Stoya 她本人对整个过程的一个记录(link)：
我从来都没有搞懂按摩棒这东西。我曾经在摄像机前多次说过各种如下的话：“按摩棒，除了 Lelo 产的 Nea 以外我都不喜欢，而且我喜欢它只是因为它特有的美感。” 我觉得那个嗡嗡声实在非常烦人。我虽然用玩具拍了不少套图 ，但是我一直都认为那些东西是一个非常差劲的真人替代品，并且我从来没有通过那玩意高潮过。 大概一个月前我在 Exxotica 展会的一个座谈会上跟一些业内最成功的女性表演家坐在一起，当观众席里某人问到我们什么是我们最喜欢的按摩棒的时候，其他每个人都异口同声喊道“日立” (#此物是也) 而就在当天晚上我收到了 Clayton 发来的邮件问我是否对他的新项目感兴趣。
他将坐在桌前阅读文学作品的女性们拍摄下来，然而桌子下面发生的事情才是更“有趣”的。我相当喜欢这类的东西（#这东西应该是指stoya在摄像机前进行性行为的行为）。This Empty Love是我第一部相当享受整个制作过程的视频作品。我那些跟digital playground制作的硬核片算是只能后来的一些有趣的选择。我觉得性爱有意思的部分在于
暗示一些无法见到的。插入式性爱，说到头，其实是对一些黑暗的，潮湿的，类似洞穴般的东西的探索。
