Normally, SCREW reviews tits, ass, and the kind of chaos only adult films can deliver, but every so often, a film comes along whose chaos hits just the right nerve, demanding attention even without the sugar and spice and everything nice. Social Media Monster, directed by Peter John Ross, is one of those rare exceptions...
There’s a certain character who likes to call himself an activist. You know the type. Doesn’t want to work. Doesn’t want responsibility. Doesn’t want accountability. So he buys an army jacket, grows his hair long, lives in a tent, fancies himself a "revolutionary" and adopts a posture instead of a purpose.
That's called cosplay activism.
NEW YORK — On March 25, Gloria Steinem turns 91, which feels like as good an excuse as any to…
It’s swimsuit season, and Mila Ex is celebrating by wearing her bikini beneath her clothes so she’s set to work on those tan lines any time she has the opportunity. Of course, if she happens to just keep stripping so she can play with her big nips and her landing strip pussy, that’s great too.
BY MR. SKIN
British babe Hayley Atwell is known for playing Peggy Carter in the MCU and for her work in the Mission: Impossible franchise, but she’s not really known for nudity. If you’ve been waiting for Hayley to stop shielding her naked body from the screen, we’d like to suggest a few equally hot alternatives with great nudity, starting with someone who also happens to be a part of Marvel. Jennifer Connelly, who was the voice of Tom Holland’s spidey suit in Spider-man: Homecoming and is married to Vision (Paul Bettany) has been delivering quality nude scenes since the 90s. There’s also multiple Best Breasts Bracket winner Alexandra Daddario and her delicious double DDs. Or for more European skin, scroll through the whopping seventeen nude roles of full frontal-baring French actress Marion Cotillard.
SCREW #68 for June 22, dropped smack dab at the beginning of the sweaty summer of 1970 — a time when the sexual revolution was in full swing, Nixon was lying through his capped teeth, and Al Goldstein was still flinging cum-laced Molotovs at the crumbling fortress of American decency.
