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The Boys on Amazon: Full frontal nudity and bizarre sex scenes shock viewers
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The Boys is now out on Amazon and it has left viewers both shaken and stirred
The Boys have arrived on our screens and they've shocked some viewers.
New Amazon Prime Video series The Boys, based on the graphic novels of the same name by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, follows a group of vigilantes intent on bringing down the corrupt superhero team known as The Seven.
Karl Urban stars as the leader of the Boys known as Billy Butcher who takes a vengeful but traumatised Hughie Campbell (Jack Quaid) under is wing to fight the superheros, including leader Homelander (Antony Starr) and The Deep ( Chace Crawford ).
Some viewers found the graphic scenes including full-frontal nudity and bizarre sexually explicit scenes a bit too much, while others were just surprised.
Taking to Twitter , audience members shared their views on the superhero show.
One wrote: "With 'The Boys' coming out I'd like to share that it's meant to be absolutely over the top with graphic sexual content and nudity. All of it paints the right picture for the world it depicts. If you're never disgusted then the show missed it's mark. #TheBoys "
Another tweeted: "Started “The Boys” on Amazon...this show is so brutal. And I just finished episode 1 So much male frontal nudity too"
They added: "Yeah I was in shock a little bit after the first violent encounter but it’s not so bad"
An impressed fan wrote: "If you want a super hero show with a bunch of nudity sex and language... watch ‘the boys’"
Another said: "Watching The Boys on Amazon Prime . Nudity, graphic violence , adult themes. And Carl Urban . I like it"
They also wrote: "And hot dayum Carl Urban has got one fine a**!"
However, one complained that the scenes were unnecessary: "I really wanted to like @amazon The Boys but damn is there any f**king show that isn’t full of nudity, sex? Don’t call me a prude because I’m not but jeez the premise is so good. It doesn’t need this s**t."
The Boys season 1 is available now on Amazon Prime Video.
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The lads recorded the romp through a window and shared the video on WhatsApp, where it spread quickly
THIS is the moment two Tesco workers are caught on the job....while on the job.
The frisky pair were in a back office at the superstore where they thought no one would see their illicit romp.
But two young lads, who live near the store, saw “something going on” and filmed on their mobile phones as the woman climbs on the desk.
It’s understood to have happened at a Tesco shop in East Anglia on Saturday evening.
The lads can be hard laughing and joking while they film through the window while the male employee performs a sex act on his female colleague.
One says: “This is at Tesco’s, look what’s going on.”
Later they can be heard saying: “She likes that. She’s going for a pay rise. F****** hell.”
The video spread quickly after it was shared on WhatsApp .
Teen girl 'in tears' as she and 35-year-old fresh-produce manager were escorted off the premises.
A source said: “Two youngsters saw something was going on inside the offices and decided to have a look.
“They reacted as you’d expect teenagers to after seeing something like that.
Another source said: “I was sent the video on a WhatsApp group and couldn’t believe it when I opened it up.
“It’s not a very classy thing to do at your place of work is it?
“Although it’s fair to say the young lady looked like she was having a whale of a time.
“She’ll no doubt be regretting it now they’ve been caught out.”
The video spread quickly after it was shared on WhatsApp.
A source said the pair have now “left” the firm.
A Tesco spokesperson said: “We are taking this issue very seriously and have launched an immediate investigation. ”
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It was about 2 a.m. when Sam and I walked down the empty hallway, passing by the painted murals and the bedrooms of my snoring housemates.
We had been eye fucking each other all night, and the sexual tension had built to a point where neither of us could contain our cheeky smiles.
As we turned the corner, we met face to face. Already knowing the answer, I put my arms around his neck and bluntly asked, “Could I kiss you?”
What happened next was an instant exchange of sexual desire — without a thought, our lips and pelvises pressed up against each other as we made out against the thin co-op walls.
I led the way to my bedroom as we quietly snuck past the room he was supposed to be staying in, past the housemate he was supposed to be fucking. Was it luck that she had conveniently left him alone for a couple hours, or had I really mastered the art of seduction?
It didn’t matter because on my flowery bedspread, under the twinkly string lights, it was a race to get naked. I untied my white blouse as he helped unbutton it. We pulled off his sweater, and as I sat on top of him, feeling his stiff, denim jeans, I relished in the success of my sexual pursuit. It wasn’t until I began to unbuckle his belt that I noticed the hesitancy in his big blue eyes.
He revealed to me that he had been hooking up with my housemate, and while they hadn’t talked about labels, he supposedly didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
Exasperated by his timing, I removed myself from his lap, taking a moment to formulate my response.
Several weeks before, I confronted my housemate after I found out that we had both slept with Sam. In our rather casual conversation, we marveled at how his fuckboy reputation didn’t seem to match his quiet, passive demeanor. Although we were both warned by our friends that he had a history of being shitty to girls, we were, after all, cooperative and sex-positive housemates. We encouraged the other person to “go for it” — even though I knew her “quirky” Wes Anderson aesthetic meant she was more likely seen as girlfriend material.
Obviously, I knew about everything, so I was a little confused as to why he was telling me all of this; was it my responsibility to stop him from hurting my housemate?
I decided that it wasn’t, and I simply told him, “I really don’t fucking care.” I’ve seen my fair share of assholes, and if he was going to be a fuckboy, I wasn’t going to be the one to comfort his guilt.
Maybe this turned him on because despite his earlier hesitation, we promptly continued hooking up. My fixation with pleasing him turned into this endless cycle where Sam would stop and tell me that he “felt bad” even though we would continue to touch each other anyway.
I eventually grew bored of dry humping, and as I became increasingly aware of his faulty understanding of loyalty — and his blue balls — the whole situation became kind of humorous to me. I cynically told him that I didn’t know he had feelings, to which he responded he was trying to have fewer of them. I told him he had such a great moral conscience.
I didn’t waste my time trying to be nice anymore because I was aware of what I had become: the irrelevant Asian girl in a budding Scott Pilgrim-esque romance. From the countless times that I’ve been rejected for a white girl, I’ve been taught that my desirability was only a fleeting moment whereas a white girl was the one worth getting to know, the one worth bringing home to parents and the one worth being treated as a human. I was the sexual object, whereas my housemate was the one who had feelings worth considering.
Eventually, I showed Sam out the door, and he asked for my number, suggesting that maybe we could “hang out” next semester when our lives were a little bit different.
Fuck that. I’m wise enough — or have been fooled enough times — to recognize that this “maybe one day” trope was a fuckboy specialty. To objectify women like they’re library books, pulling them on and off the shelf whenever it’s convenient — and for women to be OK with that — is a clear example of male privilege.
It’s depressing to realize how much women of color compromise in their relationships with white men. I recall the number of times that my non-white girlfriends and I have praised a white guy for having listened to us, for having genuine interest in us, for seeing us as a real people instead of objects. It’s fucked up that these are exceptions and not expectations.
When society has made the white person the ultimate pursuit, it teaches non-white women to be OK with feeling inferior, to be OK with being submissive and to be OK with being treated like shit.
Contact Maggie Lam at mlam2+opinion@dailycal.org
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We're an independent student-run newspaper, and need your support to maintain our coverage.
It was about 2 a.m. when Sam and I walked down the empty hallway, passing by the painted murals and the bedrooms of my snoring housemates.
We had been eye fucking each other all night, and the sexual tension had built to a point where neither of us could contain our cheeky smiles.
As we turned the corner, we met face to face. Already knowing the answer, I put my arms around his neck and bluntly asked, “Could I kiss you?”
What happened next was an instant exchange of sexual desire — without a thought, our lips and pelvises pressed up against each other as we made out against the thin co-op walls.
I led the way to my bedroom as we quietly snuck past the room he was supposed to be staying in, past the housemate he was supposed to be fucking. Was it luck that she had conveniently left him alone for a couple hours, or had I really mastered the art of seduction?
It didn’t matter because on my flowery bedspread, under the twinkly string lights, it was a race to get naked. I untied my white blouse as he helped unbutton it. We pulled off his sweater, and as I sat on top of him, feeling his stiff, denim jeans, I relished in the success of my sexual pursuit. It wasn’t until I began to unbuckle his belt that I noticed the hesitancy in his big blue eyes.
He revealed to me that he had been hooking up with my housemate, and while they hadn’t talked about labels, he supposedly didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
Exasperated by his timing, I removed myself from his lap, taking a moment to formulate my response.
Several weeks before, I confronted my housemate after I found out that we had both slept with Sam. In our rather casual conversation, we marveled at how his fuckboy reputation didn’t seem to match his quiet, passive demeanor. Although we were both warned by our friends that he had a history of being shitty to girls, we were, after all, cooperative and sex-positive housemates. We encouraged the other person to “go for it” — even though I knew her “quirky” Wes Anderson aesthetic meant she was more likely seen as girlfriend material.
Obviously, I knew about everything, so I was a little confused as to why he was telling me all of this; was it my responsibility to stop him from hurting my housemate?
I decided that it wasn’t, and I simply told him, “I really don’t fucking care.” I’ve seen my fair share of assholes, and if he was going to be a fuckboy, I wasn’t going to be the one to comfort his guilt.
Maybe this turned him on because despite his earlier hesitation, we promptly continued hooking up. My fixation with pleasing him turned into this endless cycle where Sam would stop and tell me that he “felt bad” even though we would continue to touch each other anyway.
I eventually grew bored of dry humping, and as I became increasingly aware of his faulty understanding of loyalty — and his blue balls — the whole situation became kind of humorous to me. I cynically told him that I didn’t know he had feelings, to which he responded he was trying to have fewer of them. I told him he had such a great moral conscience.
I didn’t waste my time trying to be nice anymore because I was aware of what I had become: the irrelevant Asian girl in a budding Scott Pilgrim-esque romance. From the countless times that I’ve been rejected for a white girl, I’ve been taught that my desirability was only a fleeting moment whereas a white girl was the one worth getting to know, the one worth bringing home to parents and the one worth being treated as a human. I was the sexual object, whereas my housemate was the one who had feelings worth considering.
Eventually, I showed Sam out the door, and he asked for my number, suggesting that maybe we could “hang out” next semester when our lives were a little bit different.
Fuck that. I’m wise enough — or have been fooled enough times — to recognize that this “maybe one day” trope was a fuckboy specialty. To objectify women like they’re library books, pulling them on and off the shelf whenever it’s convenient — and for women to be OK with that — is a clear example of male privilege.
It’s depressing to realize how much women of color compromise in their relationships with white men. I recall the number of times that my non-white girlfriends and I have praised a white guy for having listened to us, for having genuine interest in us, for seeing us as a real people instead of objects. It’s fucked up that these are exceptions and not expectations.
When society has made the white person the ultimate pursuit, it teaches non-white women to be OK with feeling inferior, to be OK with being submissive and to be OK with being treated like shit.
Contact Maggie Lam at mlam2+opinion@dailycal.org
Copyright © 2022 The Daily Californian, The Independent Berkeley Student Publishing Co., Inc. All rights reserved. Privacy Policy.

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