My friend Beth - an exotic dancer and fabled beauty - started it.
We were sitting in the dorm room talking about the disgusting things that guys do, and she was telling me about a pizza party she once heard about, a bunch of freshmen who ordered a pizza with all the toppings, ate all but a couple of slices, then stripped off and stood around it jerking off, and aiming their come at the pizza. The first to come would then have to stand back and wait until all his mates had finished, and then eat the last of the pizza, come and all.
Gross! I said. Gross! she replied.
But was it really?
Well yes, it is.
But there's also something ritualistic about it, a beautiful reminder of the power of the body, and the body's fluids. Primitive cultures once revered the come of the most powerful man... the best hunter for instance... in the tribe, and would hold ceremonies where his sperm would be the best dish on the table. By sharing in it, they shared in his strength. Maybe that's the root memory behind this... we think of it as a stupid college prank, but the idea grew from somewhere and, what's more, the guy who had to eat it at the end knew what he was getting into at the start, so a part of him must have believed as well that by eating the come of the men with greater staying power, he would be absorbing their strength into himself.
Yeah, right. Let the anthropologists figure that one out. We laughed and pulled some more faces at the thought, then wandered off to class. But I couldn't get the story out of my head, and I'm not sure what fascinated me more, wondering what the pizza would have tasted like, dripping in however many frat boys' sperm, or wondering what the boys were all thinking as they watched their friend chow it down.
Ten years later, I still don't know, and I'm still fascinated. So if you're out there, any of you... PLEASE drop me a line and tell me all about it! Please????????????
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