I’ve long been a fan of pole dancing, which makes it so nice to see that the athletes that do it are finally being recognized in competitions. Violet Blue’s “Open Source Sex” column at the San Francisco Chronicle addresses the growing trend of pole dancing as sport, noting nationwide competitions in Australia (giggety), Argentina (Bang!), and Belgium (seen above — that’s Anouch Proost, Belgium’s Miss Pole Dance 2008).
Wow, this is a double-edged sword. On one hand, Earth would be a much happier place if there were more floor-to-ceiling poles and women who knew how to use them for erotic dance. On the other hand, I don’t like this whole thing where there’s no “Pour Some Sugar on Me” and they’ve got leotards instead of g-strings and mesh shirts. And in another hand, HEY! How’d my penis get here?
So, I guess I'm gonna file this video under "Ultimate Fighting," but only because "California White Trash Girl Fights" makes it sound a little less sporty. It's got almost everything you could want in a girl fight. Hair-pulling? Check. Slapping? Check. Grappling that comes to a sexual tension-filled stalemate? Check. A post-match lesbian romp? Hey, I said almost everything.
(Thanks to Punter for the vid)
This video is about, um… some people talking Spanish or Brazilian or something, and, uh… then the guy trips one of the chicks, and the hot girls in Brazil-themed bikinis jump up and down. Oh, and there's soccer. And a bulge in my pants.
The End.
This video has hot chicks, lingerie, boxing gear, and lots of photos being taken… yet somehow, Oscar de la Hoya is nowhere to be seen. I'm not quite sure how that happened, but any time moose knuckle makes an appearance on With Leather, we deserve a post like this. New decree. Someone write that down.
You know, I've always said that if just one person finds With Leather via a Google search of "bull humps lady midget," I'll consider my job a success.
Oh, and stop being such a Puritan. Don't act like you're not aroused.
Note to Tokyo subway riders: maybe don't grope this one. I think she could probably even escape the wandering tentacles of octo-porn. But could she escape my charms? Not with this rapist wit.
