Sunday, May 18, 2008

Hip Hop and Bukkake

In honor of Hip Hop Appreciation Week - the third week of May - I'm going to revise and extend some remarks I made in the 10/3/2003 edition of The Prime Says:

I saw my first bukkake movie last weekend; it reminded me of hip hop.

And not just because it's degrading to women.

If you're not familiar with bukkake, I'll bring you up to speed. It's a genre of porn that started in Japan in the late 80's and has been enthralling the planet's pervert population ever since. While there are many variations on the theme, all bukkake involves a procession of men ejaculating on someone. In its most typical form, 50-100 guys will stand in front of a woman and masturbate. When one of the men is ready to let loose his lover's lather, he'll step up to the woman and bust a nut on her face. Repeat until all of the guys have blown their loads. No rinsing required. In fact, it's prohibited. The woman's face winds up looking like a glazed donut. But much less appetizing.

While watching the video, "American Bukkake 8", I noted that bukkake was a very egalitarian form of pornography - at least as far as the men were concerned. The guys ranged from emaciated to corpulent, barely legal to senescent, mentulate to microphallic, swarthy to aryan, brobdingnagian to lilliputian and glabrous to hirsute. One of the guys was even in a wheelchair. How often do you see handi-capable people in traditional porn? Bukkake represents the American ideal as envisioned by Dr. Martin Luther King - black and white folks living together, judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their testicles.

And their artistry. While it may seem, to the untrained eye, that any jerk off could spray his spurts of spunk in one of these films, that's simply not the case. Such slanders completely devalue the talent and skill involved in creating these cinematic masterpieces. Each of the 50 (or so) bukkake artists has to perform in front of a film crew, surrounded by fellow, naked, masturbating thespians. He has to balance effective masturbatory technique with what looks good on camera. He must time his orgasm; there can't be a long pause after the previous man, yet he mustn't interfere with his predecessor. He has to gauge the strength of his impending orgasm, position himself at an appropriate distance and aim, continually compensating for the ever-weakening spurts. Then there's placement: does he stake out a new area or touch-up a previously "painted" portion? What makes for the most compelling and aesthetically pleasing pud pudding portrait? How does he handle the final dribbles? Does he go for the flick or an artistic smear? There's a lot to it and these men aren't given the credit they deserve. They're modern day Jacksoff Pollocks.

I think bukkake is a brilliant concept. After all, the most important part of any pornographic vignette is the come shot. Guys must espy the sperm as it flies. How else will they know that the congress has been completed satisfactorily? In bukkake, the soporific build up has been eliminated. There's no lame plot, no bad dialogue, no useless foreplay and no interminable intercourse - just money shot after money shot. Or, as Damon and Marlon Wayans might have said, "Mo' money shot! Mo' money shot! Mo' money shot!"

And that's why it's like hip hop. Hip hop was started by Kool DJ Herc in the Bronx in the early 70's. He took the best records, isolated the best parts and extended them by playing them over and over again on two turntables. That's bukkake in a nutshell; they've disposed of the excess verbiage and just repeat the best part ad nauseum.

Now I just need to figure out how to rap over it.

Salivo ergo sum,
D.I. Prime
May 18, 2008

Thursday, May 1, 2008

National Masturbation Month

I was confused when I first heard that May was National Masturbation Month. I was full of questions, such as, "how does one create a national masturbation month?" It couldn't be done by an act of congress. By definition. "What's the point? Don't most people already celebrate year-round?" "Does Hallmark sell cards wishing people `Season's Beatings'?" "Do the festivities require special attire or can you, uh, come as you are?" The answers required a modicum of research.

As it turns out, this "holiday" was started in 1995 by a gaggle of gals from San Francisco - the owners of Good Vibes, a sex toy store. According to their propaganda, they created the holiday to promote masturbation because "it's safe, it's healthy, it's free, it's pleasurable and it helps people to get to know their bodies and their sexual responses." Well, yeah, true dat (as the kids used to say back when I had any clue what the kids said), but I suspect they were mostly trying to make a buck. Which is ok; it's the American way. I can't fault these mercantile mamas for making the most of their Mammon-ry glands. After all, the best way to make money in the Gold Rush wasn't to be the one looking for gold; it was to be the one selling lube and vibrators to the lonely prospectors hoping to strike veins of ore(gasms).

To deflect attention from their obscene profits (1), or as a sop to the socially-conscious, hometown hedonists, the Good Vibes gals added a veneer of altruism to onanism by putting the fun back into fundraising and sponsoring masturbate-a-thons. A masturbate-a-thon is like a walk-a-thon, but you can do it at home (although not required) and you won't get sore feet (unless you're really flexible). If you click on the link, you can download pledge forms that will help you choke it for charity.

Honestly, I'm not sure what to make of it all, but I plan to spend the rest of the month exploring my feelings.

Before you begin amusing yourself, let me take a whack at it. Wait, that's not what I meant. What I meant to say was, for your Masturbation Month entertainment, here are some relevant limericks from my book, "Anal Sex Haiku, Lascivious Limericks & Other Drivel":

Timid Freddy took pics with his celly
Of a busty young hussy named Kelly.
    He wished he could bone
    The hot chick on his phone
Then wiped his pipe dreams off his belly.

A pud puller paused between passes
And pondered how, "Nothing surpasses
    My manual grind.
    It would suck going blind,
But I'll stop when I only need glasses."

In his sex ed class, Jed read the slate
Of diseases that kids get on dates.
    Said Jed, "What a mess.
    I want to have sex
But jacking off's free and it's safe."

Here's a new limerick that will probably be included in a future book (if I do one):

My sweet, philathropical son
Dispenses free hand jobs for fun
    To laboring misters
    And habited sisters.
He jacks off all trades... and masturbates nuns.

And for those of you who are unaware that I started life as a rapper, check out my paean to pud pulling, pussy probing and pea polishing, "Five on One".

Now that you've been given a heads up about this wonderful occasion, I'll leave the task of figuring out how to get your heads back down in your capable hands. As for me, I'm looking forward to celebrating the cinco de Mayo: thumb, index, middle, ring, and pinky. It'll be great, like a month of Palm Sundays.

Seeya later masturbator,
D.I. Prime
May 1, 2008

(1) "Obscene profits" is a misnomer. If they were really obscene, people would masturbate to them; but that never happens. On the other hand, given US deficits, we may have to resort to enacting sin-come taxes on "big masturbation".