In Defense of Your Perversions: On Bukkake and Political Correctness

Konnichi wa. My name is Maria Ozawa. You may be familiar with my thespian work. I have a quite extensive portfolio, many of which have become contemporary classics and are thus in wide circulation. The subtle nuances of Super High-Class Public Whore, the profundity of Monster Swallowing Ecstasy, and the heartfelt introspection of both The Main Purpose of Special Delusional Bathhouse and Torture with Sperm 2 have endeared me to a large section of pornography’s purveyors.

Nonetheless, I have a number of detractors as well. These critics find my specialization, bukkake, to be grossly offensive in nature, touting this sexual art as politically incorrect, something that purposefully delights in the subjugation of the female via the showering of ejaculate from multiple sources. The act is deemed humiliating as the sperm is considered either a vile substance, a symbol of utter masculinity, or both. Thus, supposedly, womankind should be offended by bukkake, and can consider it politically incorrect should someone bring it up in conversation—the same way a woman can no longer be complemented on her sweet ass at office hours, unless the speaker is asking for a world of hurt.

Now, isn’t this the very essence of the argument against pornography itself? The answer is yes—50 years ago. It is 2010, kind reader. I would like to believe that we are above and beyond notions as archaic as ‘porn is bad’ and ‘sex is for married heterosexuals.’ If you’ve been able to read up to this point, this fairly suggests that you are not a moron and, as such, understand that women like sex a whole lot, too, and are as capable of delighting in a smorgasbord of perversions as men are.

Which brings me to my main point. I wholly respect the opinion of women who feel offended by bukkake, yet I also feel responsible for explaining why I myself am not offended. For me, and I am sure for a number of other women as well, a large group of men ejaculating all over a woman’s body at roughly the same time is a form of flattery. They find me desirable, and so much so that they are able to orgasm to my presence and, moreover, in the presence of their colleagues. It as an act of unity, stripped of shame and geared towards the quite literal adulation of the female. Is contact with semen harmful? No. Furthermore, semen’s being a symbol of masculinity is quite impotent in the case of bukkake as the seed is spilled, not sown.

But what of the woman’s whimpering? What of her writhing around and looking helpless? I myself see it as a form of kink. Some women delight in the idea of being dominated. This doesn’t instantly purport that they allow themselves to be demeaned by men in real life. That is an unfair assumption. What about men’s dominatrix fantasies? What about handcuffs and ball gags and other sadomasochistic accoutrements? A simple striptease, in fact, is enough to render a man powerless. Should we be condemning those, too?

Bukkake’s political incorrectness cannot be an absolute truth because political incorrectness is, in the first place, a matter of perspective. There is a far grander, more intensive argument regarding the demerits of our PC culture, but as I am a very, very busy girl, let me just throw two points out there for you, kind reader, to chew on. First, people are free to be offended by anything they want to be offended by, and they have the liberty to explain why they were offended. It’s only decent. Second, be that as it may, this does not immediately mean that what a person is offended by is wrong. It depends from one offensive entity to the next. Bukkake, an act wherein no one is actually getting hurt, doesn’t have to be seen as wrong.

In the end, bukkake is a fetish, and a harmless one. Some people like the idea, and some people don’t. And that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. Or let’s put it this way: I am certain many of you, upon reading this essay, were quite surprised to find me sufficiently articulate, and quite able to profess intellectual insight. Many of you expected an adult video sensation such as myself to be a nubile idiot. But I’m not. There are just some things people prefer to do (or, in my case, be), and while these may seem unusual to some, there’s no point in deriding it if there’s no harm done.

There. I have said my piece to the best of my abilities, and I do hope, kind reader, that you were thoroughly enlightened. However, it is time now to excuse myself, I’m afraid. It has been quite a long day, and I am in dire need of a shower.