La Difference

Two clips, in contrast. The first, here:



--exhibits that "I Feel Myself" aesthetic of self-mediated art-film autobiography. The camera is static and deliberately, even aggressively objective. Although the camera angles shift occasionally, indicating some behind-the-scenes mediation, the subject proceeds to ignore the camera the entire clip in an attempt at anonymous objectivity. This youngish college age woman with glasses, slightly nerdy with smallish natural tits possesses a certain amount of frump is also a naturalist. She has a hairy pussy and isn't afraid to squirt and/or pee on the hardwood floors.

This is a tactile and earthy thrill in spite of its obvious intention as performance for and in front of us. Clearly "written." Clearly manufactured.

By contrast, this self-shot blur:



--has no art or avant-garde formal intention or pretension. The camera's set up so she can hornily proceed to rub her cunt in front of it. It is urgent and authentic - although the subject may be cosmetically closer to a porn star than the previous subject (whether amateur or no).

One is a display, the other a demonstration. They elicit two different responses in this viewer.

One appeals to the aesthetic eye. One appeals to the cock.