Something Like Freedom
A skeletal tree. A rusted wire fence. A stubborn patch of wildflowers blooming against the gray of a death camp. Stark. Tragic. And defiantly, fuck-you human. Freedom not as a flag, but as survival. Joy not as a luxury, but as rebellion. Choosing life in the face of something built to erase you…
I don’t call it sobriety. I don’t even like the word. Sounds like a waiting room. Cold, sterile, and beige. Like punishment dressed up as progress. Like a club I never asked to join.
Dung-Fu: Path of Brown Lotus
They say, true wisdom arrives not with answers, but with release.
This is the story of a man who faced his darkness, clenched through adversity, and discovered enlightenment—not in a temple, but on the toilet. This is not merely a tale of digestion. This is a guide. A parable. A movement. A story of struggle, surrender, and the sacred art of letting go…
Alison Rey Receives 1st ASN Awards Nomination
Adult film star, creator, feature dancer Alison Rey has received her first ASN Lifestyle Magazine Awards nomination, in the category of Best Social Media Influencer.
With a body of work that showcases her versatility and creativity, Alison Rey’s fans pre-nominated her for the award, and when the 2025 ASN Awards nominees were recently announced, she made the list of top eight finalists.
SCREW of The Day: Maya Lace
Maya Lace doesn’t own any panties that aren’t sexy in some way, as she’s eager to lift her miniskirt to show you today. She’s even hotter when she’s down to her high heels, with her sweet little nipples jutting into hard peaks and her meaty bald twat wet and ready for some fun.
Hailey Rose Headlines Hard X’s ‘Stacked 14’
Award-winning adult superstar Hailey Rose leads a star-studded cast of fellow, all-natural, big breasted beauties for Stacked 14, the newest chapter of the popular Hard X series from Mile High Media, directed by award-winning filmmaker Mason.
SCREW #164: “Hail Fellatio” and Other Noble Pursuits
If The New Yorker had an issue devoted entirely to blowjobs, bigamy, and buggery bombs, it might resemble SCREW #164, dated April 24, 1972—but only if the staff at The New Yorker dropped acid, quit their jobs, and started banging each other in a supply closet while talking dirty about Nixon. This particular issue is a smut-stained monument to the holy trinity of SCREW: sex, satire, and scorched-earth rage at middle America’s hypocrisy.
















