Dear F*Bomb Readers,
As you might have noticed, it has been over a month since our last post (which was just a single photo of a naked girl and a sloth… not exactly our finest material). There are a couple of reasons for this – the primary ones being laziness and a 3 week research trip to Mexican strip clubs – but the benefit of this extended absence was giving us the time for some much needed introspection into the wrinkly brown heart of what F*Bomb truly “is,” to borrow Bill Clinton’s ambiguity.
When the F*bomb brain baby first emerged from our collective mental vagina, sticky with cervical goo and erotically-asphyxiating itself with its own umbilical cord, the plan was much grander than a simple blog. Instead of the whole show, this blog was designed to be a minor spin-off, a public clearing house for the half-erect ramblings and vast collection of pornographic ephemera we unintentionally produced while working on the true psycho-sexual monstrosity we’d conceived: F*Bomb: The Print Magazine.
But before long, due to flaky photographers and a gradual acceptance that print media is indeed dead, we abandoned our wet dream of a physical, published, pornographic F*Bomb and settled for this ethereal blog format (and the conciliation prize of a weekly column). But where as the magazine we dreamed and schemed and creamed of was chock full of original content, this blog ended up as a scatter shot collection of digital boobs, self promotion, and regurgitated web sleaze. We set out to make a 35mm Golden Age smut classic and ended up with a straight-to-home-video low-rent Italian produced clip tape, stringing together interracial threesomes and big breasted solo masturbators with no sort of narrative continuity.
Well, that’s going to change. After discussing our hopes for the project with exceptionally friendly bilingual strippers and drinking mescaline-infused mezcal shots for three straight weeks, we here at F*Bomb have finally decided on a new direction to steer this sexually explicit starship. Yes, we will still be exposing the grotesqueries of the Internet and making you wish you could forget that there are people out there who like to Photoshop celebrities into transsexual bestiality porn, but we will also be interviewing, interacting, reviewing, and writing more about the parts of the porn world we find actually appealing, instead of appalling. We’re going to work on finally getting some original X-rated content on to the site as well as provide more information of actual use. Also, we’re going to take way more drugs so that should make things interesting at the very least.
Stay Tuned,
the F*Bomb Team
