Find all the porn

Aiden Shaw probably does not need much of an introduction. He began his career as a porn star c. 1992 - I am not sure what his first video was, although The Art of Touch 2 (Dir. Mike Esser, 1992) seems likely. During this time, he also befriended Derek Jarman, who wrote this about him in his diary (published as Smiling in Slow Motion): "I met Aiden Shaw this morning as I went into Bar Italia. He said he'd got a very big dick, slightly hooked for his 'punters'" (Tuesday, 3 September 1991 [page 50]). "My porn star friend Aiden thinks he's the Stryker of the nineties. Jeff in Manchester said when Aiden was a student he was excessively shy and clean-living. Since then he's had a most successful career selling his body and has just returned from the set of a porn film in the US" (Saturday, 13 March 1992, [page 97]). In 1996, Aiden published a collection of poems called If language at the same time distorts our ideas and emotions, how do we communicate love? The first edition was limited to 250 copies, and featured a portrait by Pierre et Gilles on the cover. In the 2000s, he posted readings of his poems to his website, most of which were not included in the 1996 collection. Here is a selection of poems from the 1996 collection, along with the audio recordings from his website. Poems from If language at the same time.... Dedication This is dedicated to All the friends who've been false to me All the grown ups who misguided me All the lovers that hated me All the teachers that tried to trick me All the officials who've lied All the religions that abused my faith All the punters who cheated me All the people who've put me down or enjoyed embarrassing me To all the things in my life that made ever made me sad And made me react Dedication (alternative version, with harp) 1 Dedication (harp).mp3 I love to look at a man I love to look at a man More than this I love to smell a man More than this I love to kiss a man More than this I love to feel a man's hard cock against me More than this I love to suck a man's hard cock More than this I love to make a man come More than this I love to swallow a man's cum More than this I love to fuck with a man and come in his arse or him come in mine More than this I love life More than this I love to look at man More than this I love to smell a man repeat and fade When I was wanking When I was wanking I thought of a beautiful man that I know, After a couple of strokes I remembered that he was dead. I was confused, I didn't know whether I was honouring him or abusing him. It was as though I were trapping him in a physical world. Never before have I seen a mouth... Never before have I seen a mouth that I would so eagerly drink from I would have swallowed his spit Just knowing that it came from those lips I would have loved to have inside me Anything that came from his body His sweat His cum His blood Even his tears Just because they were his Somebody once asked me... Somebody once asked me. 'How much do you love me?' I said, 'This much,' And stretched out my arms as far as they would go. 'Is that all?' they said. So I stretched further, expanding my chest and reaching as far as I could. But still this wasn't enough for them. Once again I stretched, This time so far back that my knuckles met behind me. At this point my skin began to split, My ribs began to crack, My chest tore open, My heart burst out And fell on the floor. We both looked at it as it became cooler and cooler And more still and more still Until finally it was cold and dead. Then a crowd of strangers appeared And one by one they approached. But because they didn't recognize my heart They trampled over it. I have learnt from this Never to show somebody how much I love them. I lived my fantasies I lived my fantasies I became my fantasy Until what I had been became my fantasy Poetry readings (download): Aiden Shaw - 6 poems (readings).rar