Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Well, God Knows It Wasn't Me


Ashley Benigno emailed me: "Who Killed Bukkake?" Who, indeed. My mind is maximum-boggled by this lengthy ponderification upon the rise and fall of overwhelming win porn by Momus. Apparently, the Japanese have stopped making bukkake videos--for the record, I have no clue if this is true or not (uh, for what record, I do not know)--and Momus has taken it upon himself to figure out why. Why, indeed. His intellicocktualizing touches upon fashion, transgression, Kafka, calligraphy, shirudan, power ballads, consumerism, bushido, yakuza, gansha, Viagra, tantric sex, and shinto.

"3. Let's speculate, for a moment, that bukkake is a branch of calligraphy. After all, one of the pleasures of the genre is seeing the expressive, gestural shapes sperm can make on a face, the satisfyingly graphic representation of the transition from internal repression to sudden external release. It really is painting with the white ink of life. But maybe the Japanese are neglecting their traditional arts?"

It's a must-read.