Thursday, October 30, 2008

My dick is just a metaphor

Sound Cue 1 “S’Express”

When I was 8 or 10 my favourite song was S’Express, I had it on a tape cassette called Hits ’88, it was a double cassette with two tapes in it. When I was supposed to be tidying my room I would put it on and dance to it and at my birthday party we played pass the parcel to it. When I was 8 or 10, my step-dad put me and my two sisters in the bath together every Sunday night. Then when we were all clean he’d take each of us to our bedroom, separately, and spank us over his knee – because we had been bad. Because our rooms were untidy or we had stolen cookies or something else very bad. He always hugged us afterwards though; it was bath, spank, hug – just like that. He did it because he loved us and didn’t want us to be very naughty children like Suzie who had to go and live with a different family because she was so bad. We must have been very bad children though, because he did it every Sunday night.

Sound Cue 2 “S’Express"

I’ve been listening to Karen Finley’s disco music a lot lately. It really makes me want to dance, I find it very sexy. You know, there’s a sample of her work in S’Express? That line; “Drop that ghetto blaster,” – that’s her. I only just realised when I saw the video on youtube.

Sound Cue 3 "S'Express"

When I was 8 or 10 I really loved dancing to music and I really wanted to go to a rave, but they were only for teenagers and bigger kids and the news said they were very, very dangerous. I wanted a swimbag for school with a big yellow, smiley face on it, but I got Garfield instead. Garfield’s cute, but I wanted a smiley face. My Mum heard all about raves and said she thought they were trouble too, she knew danger when she saw it. I was lucky to even have the tape cassette at all I guess, but I’m glad I did because we played it at my party and we all danced and Rachel got dizzy and said she thought she was going to faint!

Sound Cue 4 “S’Express”

I mean, maybe I was the only one getting spanked over the knee, religiously, every Sunday. Even when I was a kid I thought that was a really old fashioned and, kind of kinky. But maybe I was the only one getting spanked, maybe my sisters weren’t, I never asked.

Sound Cue 5 “Tales of Taboo”

When I was 8 or 10 my Mum got another divorce and my step-Dad had to move out and my Nan was very upset about it all and said that one divorce was bad enough. My Mum said that sometimes grown-ups stop loving each other and that it wasn’t fair on the children but that it wasn’t the children’s fault and that the grown-ups never stopped loving their children. I liked it better without him anyway, when he left we hardly ever had to go to school at all and I got to listen to a lot of tapes.

Sound Cue 6 “S’Express”

My Mother actually divorced her second husband because he was run out of town. He was babysitting the neighbour’s kids, the parents came back early and found him….Well, no-one ever completed that sentence but my Mother kicked him out anyway. My Mother only told me recently the real reason for the divorce. She only told me, not my sisters. She only told me because I have a penis and I’m capable of hearing stuff like that, because I have a penis and need to hear stuff like that. Was it a warning of the dangers of a man’s body? Did she expect me to perpetrate myself, to perpetuate the family line? To fuck a little girl for myself? Too bad I can’t get it up for babies, huh? Too bad I have such a taste for dick in my mouth. My penis is just a metaphor. But, we never spoke about that. Anyway we had enough to discuss, because a week after he left, he returned, in the middle of the night, picked up a hammer and smashed everything in the house into infinitesimal pieces. Kristalnacht, right? Every plate, the TV, the gold-fish bowl, doors, cabinets, mirrors, glistening fragments. It was like a disco, light bouncing everywhere, the neighbours said we’d be finding bits of glass in the carpet for months and I wanted to go dancing so badly.

Sound Cue 7 “Tales of Taboo”

When I was 8 or 10 I went to the park with my Grandad and all my cousins and we all had ice cream sandwiches and my cousin fell in the duck pond and got all slimy! I needed the toilet and my Grandad told me to just wee in the bushes because I shouldn’t go to the toilets in the park because they were full of perverts. I always felt very curious and sorry for the perverts, but that’s because I am a pervert too.

Sound Cue 8 “S’Express”

I was watching the S’Express video on youtube in my living room, I was dancing around, I always laught when that Karen Finley sample comes in. I was thinking about being 8 or 10 and getting spanked every Sunday night like clockwork. My friend Thain told me that he had a client who he would meet at the Golden Corral in Coney Island at 8 am, and this client would rim him for hours and implore him; “Please, do it Brad, please, shit in my mouth.” Thain was always too squeamish to do it, 8am is very early for that kind of business I guess, but even kinky people have schedules right? Eat ass 8am-10am, spank babies 6pm.

Sound Cue 9 “S’Express”

I was watching the S’Express video and laughing about Thain and Karen Finley and getting ready to turn a trick on Park Avenue. I was making sure my dick smelled clean and that my pubes were trimmed, when my Sister called. I thought he was just spanking her, I never asked. We never spoke about that. But she wanted to talk now, although she couldn’t actually. Find. The words. She told me about the flashbacks and the nightmares and how long it had taken her to piece it all together.

Sound Cue 10 “Tales of Taboo”

When I was 8 or 10, my friend Suzie had to go away and live with another family and everybody said it was because she was very naughty and that’s what happens to naughty children, and they don’t get any Christmas presents either. Everybody said that Suzie was a very bad little girl but I knew it wasn’t true, she told me so. She told me it was because her Daddy did bad things to her, she never did any bad things and it just wasn’t fair.

Sound Cue 11 “Tales of Taboo”

When I was a little girl, when I was 8 or 10, I liked dancing and I liked Thundercats and my Daddy fucked me. When I was 8 or 10 I was the best at reading in my class, and I was the May Queen at Church and my Daddy fucked me. Oh but big girls grow up Daddy, and I’m a big girl now, just look at me Daddy – look at me! I’m taller than you and I’d spit on your grave but you’re not dead. Yet. And now I have a big dick and it gets very hard and don’t think I won’t fuck you in the mouth with it until you gag. No don’t think I won’t choke you with it until you’re crying like a baby, until you puke. And don’t think I won’t push your face into that puke and don’t think I won’t suffocate you in it and don’t think I won’t be fucking your ass ‘til it bleeds. No, don’t think I won’t smear your blood and your shit on your face and kick you in your vomit covered head. I have a penis, I’m capable of that. But I’ll bathe you beforehand Daddy, don’t forget there are steps to be taken, rules to be followed. I have a penis, I’m capable of that.

Sound Cue 11 “Tales of Taboo”



thejakeman said...

I suppose I'm fortunate in plenty of ways I don't properly appreciate. My childhood was relatively normal until I was nine or so. Then my parents got divorced, I moved to Maryland, and my mother started trying to get me committed to various mental facilities for various things that invariably meant I wasn't doing exactly what she wanted. Each time I would go, each time i would be released with a note diagnosing me with "minor depression" I never really had friends, at least, not long lasting ones. I didn't stay in one place long enough to make any, with my mother shuffling me to various relatives in her futile attempts to "fix" me. Finally, after a particularly nasty argument that ended up with little submissive ol' me outside on the ground in my underwear, my mother yelling at me to appreciate the things I had, CPS came along and placed me in a foster home. I wish I could say that I was young and unable to resist, But I was 16, and had every ability and reason to resist, but never the courage or willpower to stand up to her. She really did a number on me, apparently being carted off to places for emotionally disturbed individuals does wonders for the self esteem.

At least I'm still ultra-competitive, as here I am, trying to out-tragedy you. :p said...

Punk Rock

MargOH! Channing said...


Kisses, MargOH!