I must be getting old. I still remember when Sharon Mitchell didn't have a "Miss" in front of her name. But her predilections, like her initials, have always swung rough; that much hasn't changed.

In these later years, Miss Mitchell has been applying herself to the specialty tape genre, with sidetrips into the mainstream (the mainstream of adult, that is). Junkyard Dykes is such an effort, meant to titillate both lesbians as well as guys who love watching rowdy dolls get rough with each other.

The narrative's simple. In two scenes out of three, queen junkyard dyke Lacy Rose brilliantly bosses around two lesser femmes, making them fuck each other while getting her own pike serviced as well.

In Scene I, Lacy either hijacks or comes to the aid of (can't tell which) a broken-down van stuffed with a bride and her bridesmaid en route to the wedding. Yanking the satin off their bods, she engineers a nasty threesome. It's make-believe mean: there's a bit of spanking, the bride has pierced pussy lips and the sex toys include items one might more naturally find in a mechanic's toolbox. The bridesmaid, who has a lot of bread dough on her thighs, is made to kneel on asphalt. Ouch. But the dialogue's got a Sharon Mitchell brand of humor, and I like that.

Scene 1 is more cumbersome, with Lacy Rose again with a pair of cute bull-daggers, Misty and Beverly Glen. The superduper dildoes do get boring. The final insult— or mardigras, depending on your stomach for mean lesbians cornholing each other with industrial equipment — is a mastery of tease and degradation. If you like your gals to spit nails instead of polishing them, this is the feature for you.