Webcams Quotes

“I can love what is broken.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“She is intent on pleasing the men that frighten her.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“You’re my prey tonight.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“Nothing in her life makes sense.
All she craves is for the pieces of the puzzle to fit together again.
She is sure one day it will happen. She just doesn’t know when.
She can’t fight injustice alone
– for that, she needs her friends.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“Welcome to Sex Media, Where Fantasy Becomes Reality!”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“He is polite; the perfect gentleman at first. Yet she knows his kindness is an act he performs for himself to justify what he’s about to do.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“The loudest silence is camera silence.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“This is no place for limits.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“This is a landscape of dreams cemented in the past, of hopes gone cold, of girls and boys for rent in officially empty tower blocks, where none is truly so.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“Names can hide so much.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“It is not fiction. It is history. And both their histories match now.”
― Carla H. Krueger, Sex Media

“She can jettison her existence, her plans and her passions at a single stroke. She is only committed to reality through a secret electoral pact, by which she will stand down if she is losing. She never assumes responsibility for her existence, which allows her to wipe out at a stroke and to slide, like a good hysteric, towards another life. A strange life, spun out entirely towards a goal of transaction. Let a man ask her to give it up, to sacrifice the whole of it, and it all ceases to exist.

The Epeda Multispire mattress. Everyone can have their own night, their own sleep thanks to the 3,600 spiral springs which guarantee everyone complete autonomy. The ideal mattress. You can make love to someone on it without them even noticing. As the automaton of his own pleasure, each person’s experience of their sexuality is like their experience of a night on a Multispire mattress. It isn’t even loneliness, since there is someone else there. It’s more something of the order of the independent lunar module. Tristan and Isode each dreaming to themselves, on either side of their sexual console.

That seduction is the seduction of the uterine Mother and that all attraction merely masks the attraction of the primal abyss are platonic ideas. The cavity of the womb has taken over from the Cave in the Realm of Ideas. Once again, the real woman, her anatomy, serves as a sacred referent for a platonic ideology. The vertigo of seduction is here vulgarly phantasized into the hollow of a woman’s womb. This is to move from the most subtle game to the most profound—and hence the most stupid—phantasm.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories