If those pussy-partial rug-munchers hate the image of women as presented on The Man Show, what in the world would they ever think of the image of women as presented in Mason's Sexual Disorder?

Cause while women on The Man Show are rather innocently portrayed as bubbly, cuddly, big-boobed boy-toys, in Mason's Sexual Disorder, they are darkly - make that very darkly - depicted as little more than men's sexual slaves, human cum-dumpsters to be used and abused, then discarded after performing their sole function in life - getting male rock off.

But as misogynistic as that sounds, Mason insists her very controversial brand of smut is really a representation of true female sexual expression. At least some females, we presume.

"Thank you ladies for having the courage to bare your soul and show us your true sex," she states at the end of the production. No candlelight and Kenny G for this group, no sir.

But enough of all this intellectualizing. This is a porno, Goddamnit, so how strokable is the fucking thing?

Savagely so, we're happy to report. Mason, arguably the most contentious, edgy director in porn, is up to her old dirty trixxx in Mason's Sexual Disorder, her first title for Platinum X Pictures, having lost none of her bite during her hiatus from adult following her departure from Elegant Angel. Criticized even in Porn Valley for her extremely rough content, Mason has responded by refusing to buckle and even making light of her detractors.

Mason's Sexual Disorder opens, for instance, with a clever bit in which Mason - off camera as always - is in therapy for her "pathological misogyny." If what follows is any indication, her condition is only getting worse.

MSD's five vignette sex scenes are envelope-pushing industrial strength toxic porn that pack the wallop of a car bomb going off. Choking, spitting, A2M, gagging, rimming, face-fucking/fisting/slapping, drool, blow-bangs and other hard-edged stables abound. Watching it is a draining experience, in both senses of the word.

Space limitations preclude us from going into every scene, but high, err, lowlights include the opener, in which Mickey G. has his animalistic way with a bound and hooded (at least in the scene's beginning) Jessica Darlin in a freight elevator, and scene three, in which Maggie Star (complete with collar and leash and the words "Mason's Whore" written in lipstick on her ass) gets worked over by Mr. Pete.

But it's the closer in which Mason pulls out all the stops, demonstrating to Julie Night the full depth of her love obsession (a tongue in cheek theme that runs throughout the title) by subjecting her to a mini-bukkake, then having three more dudes plow her ass and shoot down her gullet. Wow. Ain't love grand?

Pre-nom Mason's Sexual Disorder for Best Vignette Tape, Mason for Best Director - Non-Feature and the Star/Mr. Pete pairing for Best Sex Scene Coupling.