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The Best of the Web, 2015

by The AFC Staff on December 23, 2015
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Millions of years from now, aliens and artificial intelligence will be confounded by the follies, foibles and idiosyncrasies of the human race. Henceforth, the 2015.

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NSFW GIF of the Hump Day: Auto-Fellatio Vertigo

by Michael Anthony Farley on November 25, 2015


This dizzying GIF depicts a spinning CGI bald man in the fetal position covering his eyes while he gives himself a BJ, exposing his butt hole in the process. Something about it, though, makes it feel more New-Age-y than pornographic. It could be that his hands look like they’re praying and he’s seemingly levitating over a serene pool of water. Or the fact that he’s spinning in such a manner that his toes form the points of a pentagram. Maybe it’s because this is what watching people do yoga is like?

At any rate, it’s a dude pleasuring himself who looks embarrassed. Gaze upon his shame after the jump. 

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STUFF: Genesis P-Orridge

by Genesis P-Orridge on March 26, 2013
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[Editor’s note: Are you having trouble understanding artists through their art? Understand them through their STUFF instead. This week we bring you an amazing list by Genesis P-Orridge.]

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Art Fag City at The L Magazine: With Genitals, Maybe Less is More

by Paddy Johnson on August 29, 2012
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“Whatever you think of the art, it has to be applauded for taking risks,” a friend told me recently. “The art in Chelsea is so safe.” He was talking about Freight + Volume’s The Double Dirty Dozen (& Friends) (through Sep 22), a show that explores the quest for freedom of expression by surveying the depiction of erect penises and juicy vaginas in art. More than 50 artists were invited to participate.

I have some reservations about my friend’s assessment of the show. A dick for dick’s sake isn’t ever going to be so risqué that it’s worth lauding. To be safe in contemporary art doesn’t mean keeping your clothes on—it means keeping your message vague.

Sadly, there’s a lot of this kind of confusion in the exhibition.

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