Step Afrika

This is the act last night that I did audio production for. It was actually pretty amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRecTnZ9vac

Haunted

Not everyone is young, but everyone is eager to fuck. Especially when they're around that 11/12 age where they start to masturbate, and get that weird quivering feeling in their asshole.

So therefore everyone has a secret.

Although, I recently read a novel the other day that was full of them. Full of sexual secrets, fantasies, suicides, sex with blow-up-dolls, and murder.

But yes, gay sex. GAY SEX.

Everyone has some sort of dominant gene in their body.

Therefore at some point EVERYONE has been on top...and liked it.

In gay sex there is no top. It's sort of like a breach of commitment. A perseverance of compromise.

I'll let you fuck me in the ass if you suck my cock.

I'll dress up like Madonna just as long as you strike a pose.

VOGUE

Deal right?.....Wrong.

This book...this amazing story filled with short stories with a punch to the face ending, showed me a whole new side of sexual exploration, and the funny things it can do to families. It shocked me because my own family has our own secret, and it is better to know that others do too.

Sometimes they're invisible like carrots.

Invisible Carrots.

Pegging. You've heard of it right?

It's when a guy gets fucked in the ass with a Dildo. If you stimulate the Prostate Gland for long enough, rumor is you have a fucking awesome orgasm.

But this is only what you hear from your friends at school, your older siblings, basically people who either just don't, or just don't know better to give two shits about you. Remember, you're 11 or 12.

But you're old enough to know if you stroke your dick for long enough, white pearls will come out. Although, there is this quivering feeling in your asshole.

So you decide to try it.

After school you go to the grocery store. You walk into the big vegetable selection, and you eye the carrots in the corner. You walk over

Nah, too big. There's another one but it's too fucking small. Ahhh....that's it, perfect.

Next is some Vaseline. Next step to a simulated Pegging match.

Just as you walk to the counter you look down. You realize you're about to roll up with a carrot and some vaseline, and everybody knows that you don't need Vaseline on your lips in order to eat a carrot...so you make like you're going to bake a cake.

So you roll up to the cash register with 2 eggs, flour, a carrot, and some Vaseline.

Yea...a fucking carrot cake.

So you go home, get a little stoned, and you're flipping through some of your buddies dad's porn magazines.

So out comes the carrot attached to a piece of ply-board and Vaseline.

Everything is starting to get really good. Just as you're thinking that your buddy was right, your mom calls you down for dinner. So you throw the carrot in a pile of dirty laundry and plan to continue later.

You come back up after dinner and the carrot is gone, along with the dirty laundry. You're flipping out because you're afraid if your parents already know about the carrot that smells like your asshole, plus it's not like you can ask for it back.

Tomorrow morning at breakfast, no one says anything.

Dinner, nothing.

Christmas dinner with the family, fucking nothing.

You constantly live in this over dwelling secret that bares a weight on your shoulders every time you want to open your mouth and speak to your mother. Every time your dad comes home on the boat and he gives you that look in the corner of his eye; does he know?

Every time your sister comes to visit.

Christ, your fucking grandmother.

We don't always sit in complete silence at dinner, but we usually do.

Invisible Carrots.