The videos now are all on general exhibition….beats me. Once this would have been porn, but no more. I thought I would at least get one that showed women dominating men…..and this one reminds me of a time when I used to get women to ash their cigarettes in my mouth, and burn my wrist….but I don’t do that sort of public shame thing nowadays…..not sure why! But this is about spit, and how we kind of avoid it. Well not all of us, but I mean socially, theoretically. It should be a science, the study of spit…..
Well, perhaps not bacteriology or biology….nah, this is spitology or loogieology or maybe gobbology…..or gollyology.
Why are our words for spit so stupid? I mean I have been spat on so many times in my life, and even lately, and well….
“Wait, I’ve got a good one. A golly. Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth.” Where else? Sometimes they spit it in my face….why not? “That was a golly!”
I mean what a word. Golly. By golly. By loogie. Watch out or I will gob on you…..no I won’t actually, I have never in my life spat on anyone. I only get spat on. But here is the thing. I read a thoughtful analysis of spitting as humiliation on the soccer field.
Now I do not play sport, but even I have noticed how much these lads spit on the field. And on each other it seems. And they would rather take a kick in the ribs than a spit in the ear.
For me, to be honest, it is much of a muchness. I do let people kick my stomach and chest and ribs or whatever…and I do let them spit on me too….God I adore all of it. But then, I don’t play soccer.
Even so, the revulsion normal people feel towards being spat on is interesting. Why do I love it so much? I now divide the spitting act in two. There are spits that are into my mouth, acts of love. And there are spits at me, onto my face, spits of humiliation.
Well, I think I wrote the poem on spit….I really adore it, and it nearly killed me to write it (it took a week!) – and goodness that person spat beautifully I was so determined to make a worthy poem….
And the soccer thingie is here: