THE WORLD'S GREATEST BLOW JOB

Heather Brooke is an unusual porn star.  This devoted wife & mother and internet entrepreneur has enjoyed enduring popularity as one of the greatest sexual icons in the world.  

What makes this un-porn star so popular?

1. She “deep throats” while performing oral sex on her husband Jim.

2. She looks fresh, healthy and happily eager.

These are not two random facts.  Both items demonstrate Heather's intense relational willingness. What I mean is that she appears constantly open and connected to her partner during their vigorous sexual routines.

In the world of sexuality it is woefully common for people to demonstrate a naive mechanistic-mystical outlook which thinks that "technique" is secret key.  There are only a few body parts and only a few things to do with each of them.  Very little imagination is required in order to guess all the "secret moves" know to the ancients.  Constant reprints of the Kama Sutra and the salicious, manipulative headlines on the covers of supermarket trash magazines for Women maintain the very silly idea that ecstasy is only the next "intellectualized technique" away.

Admittedly Heather does some memorable things during her routines.  Full and complete throating, coupled with ball-licking, swallowing while full throating and deep-throating after receiving ejaculation onto the tongue are admirable and have endeared her to the hearts of many.  Yet the world of pornography is filled to overflowing with a constant cavalcade of men and women performing all possible variations of sexual encounter.  It would naive to assume that a star rises because of his or her particular choices of practice.  It is rather more sensible to presume that the aesthetic and intuitive "style" of a porn character is the touchstone of their effect upon the populations of the Earth.

The deep swallowing of a cock during a fellation (a single "fellatio-event"!) is a symbolic gesture – a fleshy hieroglyph of her receptiveness to full and vigorous contact with her loving husband. It signifies a state of affairs that is very important to every level of our being – the state of unobstructed contact between two sentient bodies. Heather's natural and rural beauty comes not from expensive cosmetic sculpting but from her clear and direct emotional attitude. She convinces us that healthy animals do exist. She helps us to want to be those animals which reside deeper than all our neurotic psychological complexes. 

It is a look of opening, of engagement, of a relationship so simple and obvious that it becomes instantly trustworthy. We trust the flowers to bloom and so we trust Heather Brooke to fully unfurl her being and make full contact with a sexual partner. The happiness that we see in her face is not a strange quality and in a healthy world it would not be a rare one – the look of vitalized benevolence and genuine mutuality. 

Heather does not tentatively grip the shaft of Jim's penis with one or two fingers in a ring – as if picking an obnoxious garnish from off her meal. She takes in fully in the flat of her palm, with all fingers wrapped around, and she feels into it without holding back. Her mouth opens, her throat opens, her eyes are wide and shining, she faces her task directly and with enthusiasm. This is a miracle of posture which, if taken as a general rule, could help as much in politics, warfare and science as it clearly does in the cybernetic return of the Cults of Aphrodite. 

Let us pray that handshakes & hugs shall be as directly connective as Heather Brooke's tongue is upon Jim's pulsating flesh-member. And what Saint could fail to please a Divine Power if he welcomed the force of Grace into himself as Heather's asshole embraces her husband's lubricated phallus? These are questionable analogies but they point toward a very great and profound truth about all human life – the need to open ourselves in every kind of relationship.

NEW PORN CONSERVATIVES

Heather Brooke and her husband Jim are what I call “porn conservatives.” 

This does not mean they must vote Republican. They could – but your political affilitation does not determine the depths of yoru being.

An authentic conservative is a person who possess a full complement of healthy "old-fashioned" instincts. These instincts are pathways in the unconscious mind.  Through these deep emotional passages flow streams of stimulation that guide our actions and determine our attitudes.

They are like tiny living robots who perform very specific tasks that we call evaluation, intuition and reaction.  We are filled with programs that have been built up over many thousands of years.  Fora long time, the human race has lived in agriculturally-based empires and made primary use of symbolic-emotional thinking.  It was an Age of Faith, Duty & Holy Books.

When people live together in the same fashion for a long time they begin to grow into a Nation.  A Nation can be racial, ideological, economic, geographic, etc.  It simply means a swarming mass of people who share common structure and value-instincts.  The old conventional needs are still traced upon the souls of contemporary people.  This is especially true of folks who live in rural communities and small towns where many of the old ways still continue.  It is also true of people whose adaptation to modern life is only superficial -- which is often the case when nourishment, affection, discipline & education have been insufficient.

A conservative has the confidence stemming from an active array of classical instincts.  A liberal has an optimistic faith in new forms of knowledge that have not yet been deeply internalized into the masses of people.  And, of course, every possible mixture of these elements exists.  

Conservative or "conventionalist" values typically include the following instinctive feelings: a single set of rules should govern all tribes, a powerful chieftain should take control and "do what needs to get done," war is perimissible for security, resource acquisition and pride, folks should be honest, direct, sincere, and helpful to other members of the Nation, to acknowledge is to advocate,  morality is believed to be connected with the highest symbolic authority, reverence and morality should be cultivated, resources should be carefully guarded and hard-work used to ensure prosperity and well-being for future generations, governments should not interfere in the private lives of citizens.

A brief understanding of this classical Conservatism should puzzle us.  We are forced to wonder why worldwide conservative political movements are not adamant environmentalists, devoting to keeping the law out of our bedrooms, ensuring our rights to use any drugs we choose and demanding a disciplined education for our children in "the classics."  Instead, all too often we find that "popular right wing" organizations are infested with parasites -- remorseless power-seekers and tribal thugs who abuse the authoritarian trust of the conservative masses.  These anarchist-totalitarians (political sociopaths) attempt to create the circumstances under which they themselves can prosper: turmoil, distress, secrecy, contradiction, etc.  Although there is no shortage of schemers and fools among the liberal-progressives and rational-socialists we must face the fact that the good instincts of "old-fashioned folks" have been distorted, betrayed and disgraced by most of the prominent right-wing politicians.  

Set in sharp contrast to this great mess are Heather and Jim Harmon -- authentic conservatives, conventionalists of the spirit, porn conservatives.  

Some of the words that best define them?   Private. Family-oriented. Loving. Trusting. Sincere. Normal. Faithful. Entrepreneurs. Wholesome. 

It may not seem that exhibitionistic, cyberspatial sex-profiteering is old-fashioned and conventional -- but that's because we have such short memories.  If we stretch our minds back we will discover that Conservatism is older than today's ideas about Judeo-Christianity.  There were good, decent folk in Pagan Rome, in Archaic Egypt and throughout the hot Empires of Meso-America.  Looking over our list of general conservative values we can easily see how much flexibility is contained in these instincts.  

For example, the ancient Greek "mystery cults" were a combination of Christmas Pageant and Community Church – the dutifully performed, life-affirming, pro-family, pro-nation committment to Divine Law.  Instead of Santa Claus and Jesus Christ they had Dionysus and Apollo.  Instead of a few bottles of beer they had magic mushrooms.  And instead of singing Christmas carols or Hanuka songs or circling Mecca they had plays about the cruelty of Fate and the public observance of ritual copulation. 

Is than't what Jim and Heather are doing? 

They are providing a public observance of copulation, through the “ether waves” of the internet, an they are doing this all with a good old-fashioned conversative instinct. These are the normal and good folk of Planet Earth. 

While they were still providing online sex shows they maintained privacy, maintained marital fidelity -- and their favourite position?  Missionary.  It doesn't get much more conservative than that.

Despite being one of the most popular sources of erotic energy in the world this couple has withdrawn from public performance for several years in order to do the best and most faithful child-raising that they can.

SACRED DEPTHS OF A THROAT

A 1972 movie called Deep Throat launched the career of the beloved actress Linda Lovelace.   During the same year, American History was revealing the first of the great modern Republican scandals -- the systemically corrupt government of Richard M. Nixon was breaking wide open.  Much credit does an anonymous Washington insider identified as “Deep Throat.” This may have been because of his husky disguised voice, or else because he was being a little open-mouth bitch on his knees for the Liberal-Elite Media.

Was this a case of politics imitating pornography?  Or just pornography mocking politics?

Deep Throating is a notorious and popular variant of normal oral sex.  

The lovely Heather Brooke, an internationally-acclaimed fellatrix, offered this succint and wonderfully zen-like definition:

“You go all the way down,” Heather explains. 

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No big deal for the wives & girlfriends of those men blessed with slighter smaller cocks -- but a very common pleasure-fantasy for those men blessed with slightly larger cocks (or those who simply insist that their genitalia is grandiose).

 

A woman (i.e. anyone in the feminine role during the event) places her lips over the engorged male member and then proceeds to slide down the shaft, allowing ever more cock into her throat, until her lips reach the base of the penis.  Often women will not or cannot perform this procedure.  No disgrace.  The inimitable Heather Brooke, however, can even lick her husband's scrotal sac while in this delightful yogic position.

He claims to find it quite pleasurable. 

Doesn't this make you gag? It certainly does -- a little & at first.  It is not very common for women to actually have "no gag reflex."  Most of those who perform deep throating have acquired the abilility though a combination of emotional willingness and attentive physical practice.

The deep opening of the throat is not limited to pornography.  It is also featured in training for the Opera, in various forms of psycho-therapy and spontaneously when one must 'cry out' during a bodily emergency.  The ancient "mystical psychology" of Indian locates a quasi-sentient nexus of energy and communication in the deep regions of the throat.  It is called the VISHUDDHA CHAKRA.

It is related to the psycho-social activities of communication, expression, breath – obvious throat activities. The theory says that by becoming willing to open these zones of the body we facilliate an increased conductivity for the signals, electricies and issues related to these zones. 

The opening of the deep throat is an important feature of yogic practices in the Orient. Just as an opera singer might find that he experiences ever deeper access to the sub-terranean functions of his throat, so too does the capable pornographic actress find that a certain power and attitude arises in her when this part of the body blossoms, opening further, become a greater passageway for the functioning of body, mind and heart. 

There are many who might try to reduce this experience to a psychoanalytical dysfunction but that is a cold and mean-spirited approach that seldom permits itself to consider the full range of available data. Of course, the oral system is an important and early-activated part of the still-forming pyscho-physiology of a human baby and, just as obviously, many stressful experiences will help to determine the ease and fullness of this system. And yes, there many be psychological stresses and mutations latter in life which play off these imprintings and make use of real and imagined memories to articulate the complex pattern of its resistances. However, the only reason that any of this can occur in the first place is because important networks of intelligence are connected with the stimulation of the mouth-throat system. 

The capability or else the lack of capacity in this region modulates issues of “personal creative expression” and “inspiration” (I.e. breathing properly) and is connected to primitive nourishment, enjoyment of breasts, vocal and written articulation The sound of gagging or choking signifies to the body that this region is trying to open. 

Even if we respond negatively to the idea of a person really choking we respond positively to the sound of “sudden incoming air,” open throated cries of biological ecstasy, and the sinusoidal wave of deep murmmering pleasure and also the joy of hearing the lower body emerging from the upper passagway in “unh” and “uh” and “ummmh” sounds. Or as the Bloodhound Gang's ironic song title says, “Unh Tis Unh Tis Unh Tis, baby. Deep Throating is and should be considered a legitimate method for the spiritual opening of the deep psycho-energetic center of the Throat.

AT THE EDGES OF PRIVACY

In their online Radio Interview porn star Heather Brooke and her husband Jim describe their sex life as “private.” 

What they mean is that they are the only people in the room (give or take another woman at Heather's pleasure). They are exhibitionists, certainly, but they do not perform publicly in “real life,” only in cyberspace, and they do not look at or significantly interact with fans while they are fucking and sucking. 

It is easy to understand why this is “private” when it gets compared the sluts, cyber whores, orgy-ists, spouse-swappers, flashers, and variously other tribes in the nation of porn. Alternatively, many people would find an online video of themselves getting lovingly fucked in the ass to be decidedly too PUBLIC. And we shouldn't forget about authoritarian perverts who advocate for strict public controls on all sexually provocative materials while privately living out a fantasy of secret and compulsive kinkery. Clearly the boundary between public/private is the site of many peculiarities about human beings. 

Is this the “edge” that gives sexuality its stimulating edginess? I have begun to believe in the truth of this notion. After all, who can deny that human beings generally enjoy flirting with a little social danger as a side-dish for their sexual appetite. Fucking in the car. Not closing the blinds at home. A quickie in the changing room. A blow job in the movie theatre. The stuff of worldwife secret sex fantasies, that filled the pages of glossy porn magazines, are filled with the unfulfilled urges of men and women to got to the very edge of impersonal social space with their most private biological encounters. 

What is pornopgrahy – or prostitution for that matter – if it is not a delightful risking of the impersonal possibilites of our highly personalized feelings. Those who partake in anonymous sex clubs all over the world will tell you that it proves highly addictive for many of them... like gambling or cocaine. It addressed a socially ignored need of people to refine themselves at the boundary between their normal personal space and the alluring, frightening realm of cultural rules and public observation. This practices are sought out on the basis of a healthy drive to make ourselves more alert, more charged and concentrated in our sex play. It is not a blackmark against this motive when neurotics and psychotics carry the practice too far, or when ignorance and emotional repression make us clumsy and dangerous fools. These are critiques of the manner of the practice and they do not implicate the underlying desire in their web of covert pathology. 

A great example is found in the phenomenon of the “gang bang.” This is when the feminine participant (who could be male, female, etc.) tries to receive the collective lusting of three or more participants. These are very popular videos among men – but why would they want to see a bunch of other men copulating with and “jizzing all over” the woman who is ostensibly being filmed to provide them with private masturbatory pleasures? These men must enjoy something about the non-personal dimension of the event. Although we might expect that personal intimacy would pull away from anonymous public events we find that this is not the case. 

People seek out gang bangs, mobs, immersion in the vast audience of stadium concerts. It is very compelling to approach that threshold where the private ceases and the public begins. We all negationate this boundary in every interaction and whether we decide to pile face first into an anonymous clandestine orgy or laugh at a sexually related joke in a family comedy we all come at last to the buzzing of this invisible barrier. An electric fence must be handled carefully... but this is only because we want so badly to touch it.

PR0N VS. EROTICA

Porn has a bad reputation.

The art of slut-communication (Gr. pornos graphia) got a bad name from Victorian prudes.  That's the legend, anyway.  Apparently the curators of British museum became nearly hysterical at the sight of artwork recovered from the volcanicallly preserved ruins of Ancient Pompeii.  This lost Roman culture-city featured graphic sexual art in family dining rooms, churchs, etc.  It was a sophisticated plateau of Pagan civilization that was happily preserved by a sudden blanket of hot lava.  

The recovered art objects were so stimulating that a handful of wealthy, white British Christians hid them in private rooms in the backs of museums.  They claimed to be doing a good deed by keeping this provocative material out of the hands of women, the working class and other sub-human types with notoriously weak powers of self-control.  These early porn-addicts had to have it all for themselves... private collections for private contemplation.  

It was here, the story tells us, that the English word "pornography" was introduced -- to mark the low, filthy nature of this obscene entertainment.  If it wasn't for them we wouldn't have any negative or "dirty" connotations with sexual art.  

They repressed our culture.  We're the victims.

Unless there IS something "dirty, filthy and nasty" about sexuality...?

In esoteric Hindu philosophy the muladhara chakra is a intelligence cluster as the base of the torso (ass, genitals, thighs).  This is a sewage station.  It links us to the unwashed mamallian humping-biting-and-shitting festival that human beings share with their furry cousins.  Both filth and pleasure mingle in this psychological organ.  Our basic regenerative powers is stored in an orgiastic barnyard.  

We give British social conditioning a little too much credit (just as they would want from us!). Perhaps they have only skewing the manner in which we juggle the sacred and obscene dimensions of our primitive biology.  Anyway, stigmas are co-created by those who enjoy them and those who despise them.  Both groups work hard to convince the general population that a word has been stigmatized. 

Stigma is not always obvious.  We have all learned that politically correct terminology is not a way to lubricate discourse but rather the left-wing equivalent of racism -- a minor fascism. 

Consider the difference between "erotica" and "pr0n"-ography (this mispelled word is a traditional usage in cyberspace).

One is comical, sleazy, subversive - masturbatory filth.

One is exotic, tasteful, sophisticated - art.

One goes on upper middle class coffee tables while the other is dealt with the anonymous back room of the video rental store.

The concept of "erotica" tends to mean "pornography that is better than pornography."  Yet it only creates this subtle superiority by denigrating its own roots.  Everyone who prefers erotica to pornography bears part of the guilt for unjustly slandering porn.

It is really pathetic to see Erotica, like "soft porn," desperately selling out in order to gain a modicum of social acceptance & tolerance in the eyes of imaginary cultural police.  The slight reluctance of feelings toward pornography is a crack in which residual sexual repression still thrives inside an open-minded society.  

There is, of course, no general need for porn.  Yet the absence of need is never a rational justification for a negative attitude.  The following expressions exhibit a common minor hostility toward sexuality:

"I'm not against porn, I just can't find any that I like."

"I wish these movies movies had better plots and more interesting characters."

"I'd probably like it more if the production values were higher."

"Does it have to be so graphic?"

"It's not very convincing."

These are not un-interested statements.  They all express a stance of small but willful distance from certain sexual sensations within own's own body.  One or more types of sexual feeling are being artificially neutralized.  This is all too often the case with erotic art and soft core pornography. Afficiandos are attracted to the stimulation but are careful to exclude a certain range of "disgusting" feelings that are generally linked to bestial carnality.  Often this bestiality is subliminally imagined in 

the form of the unseen "gross viewers of filth."  

Think of obscene juvenille graffiti and the scrawled images in public washrooms as an attempt to supplement our culture -- to add a missing vitamin.  

The idiosyncratic British writer Alan Moore – regarded as the creator of the most profound “comic books” of all time – recently took a stand in favour of the world “pornography.” His provocative Lost Girls depicts a synchronistic encounter between the sexually mature and psychologically disturbed women who were once the young girls in popular fantasy novels.  The material is quite explicit and definitely puts the “graphic” back in “graphic novel.” 

While his publishers wished to call it erotica he has taken a defiant and public stance to insist that this is hypocritical.  He will only call the book “pornography.”

There are decadent instincts in some men and women -- seductive compulsions to grasp carnality and hide it, to keep it from public acknowledgement.  In a healthy, better-informed society these spooks will become a small minority -- but their traces linger within us all.  The desire to maintain an innocent feeling of sexuality, free from disgust, bestiality, banality, possessiveness, aggression & lascivious primitivism is a continuation of the same drive which bans books, covers up ancient statues and fixates obsessively on the merely reproductive aspect of sexuality.

So the contemporary feelings that appear to degrade pr0n in the face of erotica are just new names for the normal feelings of the human body in some of its arousal modes. Exaggerated fixation in any of these feelings is just as likely to be evidence of trouble as such fixations in another other area of life.

WHY IS GAGGING SEXY?

Why is gagging so popular among the devotees of cyberporn?

Taken in extremes it can have only a passing morbid curiousity for the healthy sexual human being. A vital being can certainly bear the sounds of cruelty and agony under severe conditions but it does not mix-up its sexuality with those instincts. Such is a mis-growing or mis-teaching of sexuality in children. Yet the sound of light, safe gagging which only simulates the bodily thrill of being near to a precipice, a dangerously concentrated circumstance of biological, emotional and pagan excitement.

The aural virtue here is that the oral copulation involved the deep, free or “inside of breath” sound. An utterly intimate gasp.

In the extreme borderzones of pornography we will undoubtedly encounter every conceivable harm and perversion.  

This education can either be an obscene ritual of choking, drooling, even vommitting until one gapes open like a tunnel or else – as with Heather who taught herself using Jim's cock – one can progressively relax into it until you gain an instinct for the procedure. 

Although a few men are numb enough to compulsive require the sounds of actual choking to create the needed levels of stimulation these are a minority – as with every kind of perversion. For most of the world's blow job devotees there is an easy, good-natured pleasure to be taken in sounds of happy gasping, gulping, and purring. These sounds are not normally meant to suggest suffering. In fact the fans of Heather Brooke are a notably benevolent crowd. 

They have selected Heather as a “favoured ephemeral lust-goddess” not just on the basis of what 80s porn advertizing called “cum-guzzling whoredom.” It is easy to find other people doing pretty much what Heather and Jim do in terms of sexual moves. Oh, they have a few admirable signature pieces but by and large it is the eager and happy look of the beautiful Heather Brooke that earns such high ratings from porn afficiandos around the entire world. This is not about degredation, humiliation and suffering – there is undoubtly a sexual nutrient that occurs in the form of safe play-degrading – but in Heather's videos we see what healthy people should be looking for in their erotic entertainment... a happy woman. 

One of the banes of most of the porn arts over last few decades has been the ominous double-look of so many actresses who are visibly faking their enthusiasm and masking their conflicted reluctance to permit the unjustly aggrandized schemes of fairly numb and uninspired men. It is a very good sign for your society when people are seeking out happy, pro-family sexual obscenity. 

Heather Brooke is an admirable icon of just such a shift.

ANAL VIRGINS FOR GOD

As I explained in the essay The Spiritual Theology of Climax there are two different ways to thing about "taking the Lord's Name in vain."  The banal, majoritarian method is to assume that the Supreme Terms in our cultural lexicon must be reserved for dry theological study and pious liturgical dramas.

The other approach, which I advocate, is to understand that our spirituality is not at all divided from or opposed to our vital energies.  Higher reverential dimensions of human experience are constantly emerging out of the biological matrix of life.  Thus we come to realize that the use of Ultimate Words (e.g. "God") are natural and appropriate in times of organic excitement -- sex, terror, astonishment, visionary ecstasy -- and are only "in vain" when they are used as an empty, merely memorized, merely hopefuly prop.

In the short online film "Heather Brooke: First Anal Fuck" we are treated to the following spontaneous prayer:

"Oh yeah. I'm cumming. Oh God!  Oh God! Fuck -- Fuck me! Oh Unh Uhhhnhhhnh God! Oh Fuck!"

Quite spontaneously, Heather's living body (a bio-spiritual organism) employs its culturally acquired terminology to the maximal degree.  She invokes a power that is at once sublimely affirmative ("Oh yeah!"), dynamic and transformative ("I'm cumming!").  She instinctively understand that this Ultimate Power is symbolized both as the highest symbol ("Oh God") and the deepest root of living experience ("Fuck!").  

These terms join together naturally to reveal a Single Energy whose behaviour is illuminated in language only by those expressions which exceed the conventional usage of thoughts and words.  

In attempting to language the very limit of the symbolic universe Heather performs the role of Priestess -- opening, transcending her usual personality and crying out to the greatest possible symbol regardless of its name.

In other films she employs terms such as "That's it!" "Right there!" "Don't stop," etc. These are likewise means of creatively invoking the force that is suggested by the boundary condition of semantics -- a general but definitely absolute conceptually entity ("It!"), a non-specified but utterly distinct experiential site ("Right there!") and a sense of symbolically unlimited potency ("Don't stop!")

With the innocence of a classic pagan priestess Heather links together 

(a) the supreme abstract power 

(b) the feeling of eteneral present-moment completion 

(c) the dynamic nature of bliss, and 

(d) an affirmation of life.  

These superlative qualities (the Names of God) provide a sense of Divinity which even the most bleak and depraved, post-modern materialist could readily accept.

THE SPIRITUAL PHILOSOPHY OF CLIMAX

"The Nine Billion Names of God" is a classic sci-fi story by the brilliant novelist Arthur C. Clarke. It features the articulation of... 9 billion different terms for "God." There is an old tradition of this stuff. In the Koran, for example, we find a list of 99 superlative titles ascribed the Absolute Being. "Source of Riches" "Unfailing Guide" "Superior Joy," etc.

Not only do different cultures have various sounds and symbols for "the supreme concept" but they also have a great variety of powers, virtues and perfections. When these qualities are lifted to their superlative form they merge with all other "highest possible terms."

A true heathen is not the person who disagrees with you about your favorite Name for God. The barbarian of faith is whomever demotes the Ulimate Power by imagining that it is merely "one competitor among many." It matters verly whether you say "God" in English, French (Le Dieu) or Arabic (Allah). What does matter is that you comprehend emotionally that this Supreme Noun is the "only one absolute."

God is the Superlative "it" -- a concept that escapes the conceptual mind. The Unspeakable Name.

What's all this got to do with the adorable Heather Brooke?

Like most people she calls out Divine Nouns and Supra-Energetic Signifiers during copulation. Far from taking the Lord's Name in vain, this is one of the ways to actually honour the Supreme Generic Term. Popular translations of the Jewish Bible forbids "vain" usage of the Super Word.

What could be more vain than the pitiful pseudo-piety of theologian or the half-remembered mumbling of the church audience. There is no organic spiritual urgency in them. Do we not naturally cry out the forms of the Excessive Power Symbol during terror, astonishment, shock, pain and ecstasy?

Study Heather's usage of "the Living Word" further in Anal Virgins for God.

ZEN SOUNDS OF HEATHER

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A MORAL FOR COCKSUCKERS

Heather Brooke is the poster-girl for moral cocksucking. The classical definition of "sin" is "to miss the mark." Conversely, immorality can be understood as deviation, recoil, the avoidance of straight-forward relational benevolence. A sinner cringes from the touch of a saint.

In legends, the saints are portrayed as wonderfully open & innocent beings who do not suffer from the usual reluctance to engage other human beings from the heart. They do not flinch from lepers, beggars, whores and enemies. Their gestural performance demonstrates a fidelity to the Open Hand rather than the Closed Fist. This connexion between morality and participatory directness has many dimensions.

One of them is sexuality.

In the context of a loving (or willing) merger of intimate bodies what sense could it make to be distracted, holding back, reluctant, half-present, conflicted, tentative? Yet many human beings express dissociative posture and uninvolved expression even in this most intimate arena. A sinful lack of direct, straight-forward and participatory feeling is exposed in us.

Heather Brooke, however, does an able job of embodying the non-deviated innocence of moral sexuality. She appears as a focused and vigorous engagement with her partner and her circumstance... utterly willing to make full relational contact in every appropriate sub-relationship involved in the incident.

Many a fellatrix strokes the cock-shaft a "ring" made of one or two fingers -- as if reluctance to commit the full sensory array of the human palm. Techniques vary, of course, but we must be conscious of our responsibility to make complete contact.

Heather is an icon of embodied connectivity. Consider the famous scene where she receives Jim's ejaculate into her mouth before "finishing up" with an additional deep throat. As she strokes his cock, she holds the tip of it against the surface of her tongue. Just this tiny move, oddly unusual in pornography, demostrates her instinctive committment to energetic contact during engagements.

Compare this to the common film image of the conflicted fellatrix, slightly repulsed by her own deed, a frozen look on her face, pathetically failing to conceal her deep ambivalence towards her own embodiment. Heather Brooke becomes a living goddess of interpersonal affirmation whose pulsating, purring body incarnates the deep happiness of dependable connectivity.

Or, at the very least, she is a moral cocksucker.

THE MEDIUM IS THE MONEY SHOT

Why the insistence upon ejaculating onto a woman's face?

All true porn enthusiasts will know that this depraved scene is the infamous "money shot" with which a great many short pieces of adult cinema are triumpantly concluded. The practice of terminating a sexual encounter with a "face blast" has puzzled many observers.

a) Does it signify some twisted Freudian proof of masculine potency?
b) Are men really this eager to see a woman degraded (losing face)?

These interpretations are so common as to be nearly disproved by that very fact. They are far from clever and decidedly unkind in their appraisal.

c) Is the Money Shot just a peripheral effect of digital-electric technology... based on the idea that in the video universe there is no reality except that which a camera captures?

Let's try to understand more deeply by considering the layout of the phantasmic scene --

The delightful Heather Brooke, vivacious and focused, is on her knees before her husband Jim. Zealously, she works the primeval hydraulics of his swollen cock. Her face is bright and expectant. The eyes and mouth both gape open in a semblance of pure appetition. Tongue extended in space and time... reaching for the immanent eruption of electrified bio-material. Poised in delight.

A grunt.

The the mouth is the ostensible target of the splatter pattern but inevitably only a tiny amount of jizz arrives in that warm cavern of flesh.

There is an undeniable mediumistic component -- since video demands to SEE rather than merely assume. Grunting & imagination do not suffice. And doubtless there is also a terrific pleasure in playful degredation. Those old power cables of sexual fantasy run along the border between Obscenity and Sensuality. An intoxicating edge with the power to erotically transfigure disgust & embarassment into epiphanies of spiritual adoration. Theories about the reification of misogny do not better at grasping this phenomenon than does the inert notion that the Money Shot "proves that women only want men for their seed." These half-baked ideologies have tended to examine the Money Shot in isolation.

If we open ourselves to the historical context of pornography we quickly discover that face-blasting did not arise all on its own. It has emerged during the digital-electric age of this genre and it has come along with -- saliva. The obvious usage of spittle as sexual lubrication or even as provocative communication has risen to prominence in tandem with the Money Shot. Men and Women now freely exchange gobs of saliva into each other's faces, onto sexual organs and into ever conceivable orifice. Likewise the "golden shower" (in which people urinate on each other) has become widely known. Although these practices have always existed, their explicit presence in the mainstream of erotic technologies does not go back many decades.

Our new question is "Why do people now take such pleasure in the chaotic splatter of biological fluids?"

The idea that a person "loses face" during the Money Shot gives us a clue -- ooze is rising to prominence over and against the socio-visual form of the personality. Both the reception and transmission of varieties of love-goo require us to temporarily suspend our normal social boundaries. We are not merely inconvenienced by fluids but also humiliated by them. Wine is spilled on a shirt. Urine stains the crotch of our trousers. Slime gets on our fingers. Children are scolded for sitting down in puddles. In the degree to which these harmless events are perceived subliminally as injuries we maintain a defensive shield against them.

In the act of exchanging biological fluids we violate these defenses, affirming a new biological stance over and against the preservation of our inherited social roles. Pleasure takes three forms -- the joy of violation, the relinquishing of stress through deactivation of resistances and the simple tactile joys of slime on skin.

Sexual spitting and "harcore face-blasting" take the side of the Nietzchean Dionysius against Apollo. Primal liquid reality is affirmed contrary to the carefully defined forms of the visual-conceptual world. It is a Blakean proclamation of innocent sensory experience rebelling against the bonds established in ordinary, daily wariness of other bodies.

The electric era is biological, ambient, post-linear... an archaic revival of satyrs and nymphs whose totaly bodily experience defines the decadent habits of pre-electronic civlization. The visual distinction between two human bodies is blurred in a starburst of mucus strands running from mouth to cock to face to asshole. This polymorphous perversity is an emergent characteristic of the virtual environments of cyberspace which empower bodies over boundaries -- for good and ill -- and join us in streaming mutual ooze.

Why not? We can always clean up afterwards...

PS - 

Heather and Friends is not a new cartoon series for young children.  Not yet, anyway.  This short adult film shows Heather orchestrating a four-woman fellatio for her husband Jim.

Four women!  Let's not hysterical.  The fact that this represents a variation of male fantasy to which female bodies conform themselves is yet a neutral fact.  Let us see how this was done in order to learn what was actually going on.  

In fact, the Viewer cannot help but observe this as more religious than pornographic.  It was the rhythms of pagan fertility rites:

High Priestess Heather has selected three other women of a similiar age, with similiar hair, with similar makeup who will engage in the same activity simultaneously.  Thus it is structurally arranged to promote the experience of blurring identity.  The normal form of Heather become diversified, spread through bodies of the other priestesses.  

The rules of the ritual are (a) adore the cock as if delicious (b) obey the high priestess.

We see Heather watching and instructing, encouraging -- moving the ritual object around the circle and quietly urging the performers into the correct Dionysian spirit.  Except for the very end, it is only Heather who looks up at Jim/Camera.  Thus she is symbolically set apart as the high priestess which is not only ceremonially savvy but represents the emotional bond of the couple being placed above the indulgences of the activity.  The very layout of the event privileges Heather and is a curiously touching nod toward the sanctity of domestic life.  

Looking down, god-like, over Jim's arcanely tattooed belly, we observe the Sanctified Woman rising beyond her mere body by dissolving it in others.  She both teaches them the Way that she embodies & lifts above them into her eternally special relation with the God, the Man, the Flesh and the Witnessing Mind.  

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