December 31, 2009

Asian Bukkake


...in the New Yorker! Am I the only one who was more than mildly shocked by this poem? The last stanza reads:

Well, you manage to find
what might make you happy.
I went on the Net. I wandered.
Asian bukkake.


I'm always surprised by my own—what would you call it?—innocence? Prudishness? I actually laughed out loud when I read the poem, and then went to look up bukkake to see if the word had an alternate definition.

ETSY gave me the snide little remark, "We didn't find anything for bukkake" among their 179,882 pages of items. So I chose this tee-shirt instead. (I manage to stymie ETSY quite often.) You know, I don't think I've ever written about bukkake. Don't know why. Maybe I ought to remedy the situation... I wonder if the New Yorker would be interested. Heh.

XXX,
Alison

4 comments:

Erobintica said...

hahaha - I had to go read that poem - I almost wonder if some editor somewhere didn't know what it meant, LOL.

That brought a smile to my face - thanks!

Jo said...

Dammit dammit, I just cliked on the wikki link with my daughter beside me. 'What, she said as I crolled away frantically. Was it about the naked ones?' Dammit! What was I thinking?

Alison Tyler said...

Sorry for that, Jo! It was a pretty bold picture.

And yeah—Erobintica. That's what I thought, too!

XXX,
AT

Jo said...

I wonder if the Ireland bit is significant...