It may have been Marshall McLuhan who commented that semen's the medium that presents the mixed message. When love spackle drips from a man's ass crack, it conjures images of show tunes, Mardi Gras masks and long boat rides with chunky men named Gus. Found in a woman's sexual ravine, a much simpler story is told. And the thought usually begins with the word whore and ends with the image of back alley abortion clinics. But not always. After all, this is porn, and Roxy and the rest of the gals in this movie are no ordinary risk-taking cum moochers.
