Remember when Madonna had “Sex”
Monday, February 6th, 2012Roughly about the same time when I was getting into the amateur sex video business, pop sensation Madonna had already freaked people out with her upskirt shot on TV as she rolled around singing “Like a Virgin” and she had already tried her best to freak out the Catholic Church with “Like a Prayer”, her book entitled “Sex” hit the dirty sleazy streets of LA. Even I bought a copy of it knowing that while I wasn’t much of a Madonna fan, being far too busy with my Grateful Dead affinities to invest in her Pop sensibilities, that book was destined to become a collectors item. Why not? Madonna doing high end porn with top models in a limited edition metal covered coffee table book, who wouldn’t want to be titillated by such a thing?
Never one to be vague or beat around her hairy bush as shown in her Penthouse pictorial, “Sex” contained photos that were provocative and titillating but it was sort of inspiring as well. Here was a major public celebrity, basically giving the big thumbs up to expressing herself as a sexual being. Liberating. But, like a slave finally being untied and allowed the gratification of masturbation on his Dom’s feet, it was a relief but not necessarily a rescue from future punishments. Finally, someone was willing to “go there” and (ahem) embrace sexuality as a creative inspiration without ruining it with lame apologies and insincere validations; I applauded her for not making it “Like a Sex Book” but really delivering the goods and showing off some crazy stuff. Cross dressing, peeing, lesbians (everyone loves lipstick lesbians right?) and with a menage-a-try-anything approach, she really stuffed that meaty stuff deep inside the corseted spiral bound covers. However, it was sort of so high concept, strictly staged, and tightly bound to being “artsy” that it essentially lost the down and dirty appeal of being actually sexually inspiring. In fact, it was anything but sexy in a way that would actually motivate a person to actually have sex. Like “voguing” it was all postures and no real play.
That is the same sort of disappointment I had watching her during the Superbowl halftime show. Clearly, there were not going to be any risky wardrobe malfunctions to spice up the night. No perky breasted cheerleaders cavorting in leather and lace cheerleader outfits simulating sex with dancers dressed as jocks in bare butt jockstraps shaking their booties. No kink, no pain, no pleasure, no gain of more yards in the great game of making sex ok in front of bazillions of viewers. Just because you wear the high heeled thigh high black leather boots doesn’t make you sexy enough to be Pussy in boots ready to get down and get off.
Shame. Back to square one. Negative yardage on the play.
Now that I think about it, I can’t find my copy of “Sex” either. Maybe that is lost too, just like Madonna’s sex appeal and willingness to be risque’.









