 THE GIRLS OF PORN - OBITUARY EDITION: ANNA MALLE (1967-2006) (Editor's Note: In a break with tradition in this series, all links herein should be considered work safe unless otherwise noted. I am, after all, writing about a recently deceased woman. While I'm a lot of things, I'm not a ghoul. So if you're enough of a fucking daredevil to read this blog from the office, feel free to click the links unless you see the designation NSFW immediately after the link . "Content warning : may be NSFW" means that, while there is no obvious nudity on the page, it may be linked to a a site than can get you in trouble.) As I write this, my penis is at half mast. I regret to inform you that one of the Girls of Porn, the lovely Anna Malle, was killed in a car accident Wednesday outside of Las Vegas. She was 38 years old. My admittedly formidable purchases of pornography over the years is not without its cost. I learned as a young man to mitigate this by buying mostly over-manufactured or "remainder" porn, most of it in the VHS format. While I prefer DVD for mainstream films, VHS is my format of choice for fuck movies, if only because it feels filthier. And because it reminds me of my happy childhood so. That's not creepy, is it? Anyhow, if there was one drawback to my exclusively buying deep discount porn, it's that said porn is often "less than fresh." My average purchase is usually anywhere between 3 and 10 years old. So there you have it. My encyclopedic knowledge of pornography is also somewhat antiquated. But my love of the "old-timey" is also what aquainted me with Anna Malle. (content warning, may be NSFW) Malle, or Anna Hotop-Stout, was never one of the superstars of porn - she was mid-level, at best. But that didn't mean that she wasn't good at what she did. Very, very good. Anna Malle was a professional's professional, and for that I mourn her passing. Hotop-Stout, despite the obnoxiously obvious breast implants, two really bad tattoos, and less than perfect capped teeth, was a beautiful woman. And, in her finer moments, a filthy little slut in the best meaning of the word. She had dark eyes, black hair, and an ass that sang arias to me. She was possessed of the talent of looking her partner diectly in the eye as she fellatted him. Ladies, if you learn any one thing from this blog, you would do very well indeed to learn that. The rewards are endless. While Malle did do anal scenes (and how could you not with that ass?) she was not what is known as an "anal queen." Each man has is own definiton of what constitutes anal royalty. Mine is a young lady who seemingly cannot make it through a scene, to say nothing of a day, without at least one appendage in her posterior. Nikita Denise is reigning royalty in that regard. Of the performers I've profiled thus far, Anna Malle did the fewest anal scenes by far. And I think there's something to be said for restraint. Bet you didn't know that about me, did you? Anna Malle could inspire an erection in less than sixty seconds. That she frequently worked with her husband, Hank Armstrong - a man noted for his advanced age and creepiness in an industry overflowing with such men - speaks to the thouroughness of her professionalism. Above all, the erstwhile Ms. Malle knew when to quit, a definate rarity in her industry. Hotop-Stout had retired from the film business a year ago and was working at a Bloomingdale's wedding registry in Las Vegas, Armstrong said.
"She didn't want to be known as the old chick that had to work," he said. "She wanted a normal life again."
In an age where Jenna Jameson is as famous for being a celebrity as she is for being a cute little cum junkie, I can't tell you how refreshing that attitude is. God bless you, Anna Hotop-Stout. May you find peace. Easy Listening Recommendation of the Day : The Girls of Porn By: Mr. Bungle. From: Mr. Bungle Permalink Labels: The Girls of Porn
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