Stag TV: Buongiorno Italia

The question of the day is why does it take me so long to watch and absorb a single porn video? It’s taken me almost five days to get coherent enough to write about the second Stag TV episode. Don’t think mama has not watched the hardcore stuff on the site either. Francesco turns me out, for real. *pants*

My thoughts on Stag TV’s Buongiorno Italia…

I knew I was in for a treat with Buongiorno Italia after watching the trailer. This is a stream of consciousness more than anything else. Hopefully, my thoughts won’t be too disjointed. If I didn’t know better, I would think Damien and Francesco were thinking up shit in order to make my brain explode.

In preparation, I removed all drinks and other things I could possibly choke on since my monitor barely made it through the preview.

Seriously. o.O

In this episode, D & F travel to Rome.

The whole scene in the airport (and Castle Spoleto later) is a CLEAR example of D & F’s attempt to kill me. Twizzlers! really?! *love those* The animatronic stool antic of win! The smoking lounge barrier method!? ha ha ha! Damien is adorably unrestrained! Francesco is amused to no end. It’s so charming and sweet. All my girl parts have gone crazy with sheer unadulterated delight.

Juxtaposed with the Rome trip is footage from FDM.com featuring Francesco and Jean Franko performing at a club called Billy’s. It’s the ‘porn’ portion of the program. Again what is with the hoards of straight men hanging about? Italian Cock!! ROFLMAO! Do look for the straight guy eye fucking Francesco. heh!

Field of Streams: If I think it. They will film it. Franko and D’Macho have a pissing contest. *g* Jean Franko has some serious trajectory.

Did I mention I am in love with the soundtrack?!?!

I’ve come to the point in the show where the happy couple reaches Castle Spoleto, the Italian “Disneyland.” The sap hits Warp Factor 10. Scottie’s screams. “Captain, I’m givin her all she’s got!” I feel a fangurl meltdown approaching. It’s not Cinderelli!Damien scrubbing the toilet or the bidet explanation that gets me. It’s Sir Hiss, or Fhir Bthss, from Francesco’s favorite childhood story, Disney’s Robin Hood. Oh my sweet ghey love! My heart explodes in my chest, my neurons stop firing and I’m unsure what happens for the next few moments. Nothing compares. NOTHING. Toss in Damien announcing “I just wanna love you” blinking those big, brown eyes at the camera a few beats later and I’m ded. I’ve melted into a puddle of goo. In stark contrast to my need to watch, I want them to turn off the camera and make mad passionate love on the floor because the bedroom is too far away. Oh wait, they do. *vbg*

Truly, how can anyone NOT love the scenes at Castle Spoleto. I wanna call up the person I love most and just tell ‘em so. Even tho Damien is clowning and being cute for the camera, all of his energy is focused towards one point, Francesco. By virtue of holding the camera, we get to stand vicariously in Francesco’s space, feeling the adoration, devotion and love. I’m overwhelmed, inspired and I’m eating it up. I am a hopeless romantic. *sigh*

I’ve referred to porn as a voyeuristic, masturbatory adventure for men and women, a la Billy club, but this…this is more than that. Mixed between the porn are gloriously cherished moments between two lovers who just happen to be porn performers. It’s compelling and fantastic! I can’t stop watching and connecting with the scene, with them from a distance.

I’m left wanting and waiting for the next episode of exploits. Again, I can’t wait!

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