Everybody’s Gokkun: Kelly Shibari’s Libertarian bukkake

Long ago I taught English to foreign businesspeople. The Japanese loved me for my Gojiro impression. One day, while we were talking about onomatopoeia (the formation of a word, like “knock,” “scrape,” or “meow,” from the sound it describes), one student told me his cat was named Nyang.

“What does Nyang mean?” I asked, thinking it probably had something to do with a vengeful and/or disappointed ancestor, like all Japanese words.

“It is the sound a cat makes,” he said.

“A cat says ‘Meow,'” I said.

“No,” he explained patiently. “Cats say ‘NYANG.'”

And I realized that he was right.

“The student has become the Master,” I said, bowing.

The Japanese continue to teach me to this day. “Gokkun” is the Japanese term for semen-swallowing following fellatio. It is itself an onomatopoetic word, simulating the choking sound even the best fellationists make.

I was thinking about the general helpfulness of Japan when I visited Kelly Shibari’s Big Beautiful Bukkake And Blowjob Show the other day, in which the half-Japanese Shibari, wearing soccer shorts in tribute to the victorious Japanese women’s soccer team, was the surface upon which a baker’s dozen men deposited their semen.

I am not a fan of bukkakes. I don’t like sharing women, and the idea of high-fiving some Bro over the prone form of our conquest is not exciting to me. But I also don’t like olives, and reserve no judgment whatsoever for or against people who like olives or bukkakes.

Still, I feel the need to understand bukkakes, and have no problem being in a room where one is happening, the same way I can eat at Olive Garden.

On a bright Sunday in downtown Los Angeles, I follow Kelly Shibari up three flights of stairs to an airy and spacious loft called Servitu Studios. I interview her in the shower.

“I like rough sex,” she says. “I like watching women being treated like pieces of meat.”

“So ‘rough’ to you doesn’t necessarily mean being torn up?” I ask. “It’s the objectification that you like?”

“Yes,” she says. “Because I’m a submissive, I sometimes like being treated like an object. Talked dirty to, abused.”

When I return to my job as a U.S. Senator, I will find it difficult pairing a quote like the one above to the general feeling of camaraderie, respect, goodwill, and cooperation that prevailed in the studio that day. It underlines, to me, the compartmentalization of sexuality: the 13 guys who showed up used Shibari’s body as a jizz canvas, but they thought the world of her.

“I’m doing this for Kelly,” says Scotty “The Love Pirate,” a self-described “hobbyist,” Libertarian, and porn fan who traveled from Washington’s San Juan Island (farther north, in some points, than places in British Columbia) to have sex with porn star Tanner Mayes (for the show “Fuck A Fan”) on Thursday and drop a load on Shibari four days later. “This is a job anyone can do.”

Scotty’s is the face of a lot of guys who might be seen in the background of bukkake videos. He does not get paid for this. Instead, he wore a purple wristband indicating that he had been STD-tested (at a cost upwards of $110) and could therefore have his parts handled either orally or manually by Shibari.

The men who didn’t have purple wristbands simply jerked off on her.

“So, in addition to your airfare and accommodations, you shelled out a lot of money for this,” I observe.

“And it’s totally worth it,” Scotty says.

Scotty can be seen in Shibari’s video (and mine, below) proudly wearing a Ron Paul shirt.

You will find a lot of Libertarians in porn circles. These are the people who are utterly guiltless about their participation in or enjoyment of it, and are adamant about their right to be left alone to join in a mutually agreed-upon activity.

Other guys who showed up were a few tatted Mexican tough guys (also very friendly) who are often seen in JM Productions videos, Afro-Disiac, a strap-on-equipped lesbian whom Shibari serviced [and whom I initially misrepresented as someone else; I apologize], and a masked sex educator who also listed “helping Kelly” as one of his motivators.

“Plus,” he says, “I wanted to see if I could come on cue. It’s a lot of pressure.”

The warehouse was decorated with objects from a recent art show by Carlos Batts and April Flores, including a skinned head and a triptych of what I’m hoping were only menstrual photographs. These did not seem to dissuade the participants, who gathered around Shibari for photographs after dining on chips, nuts, and Gatorade following an optional fluffing.

Yes, fluffing.

There is a myth that fluffing—the service an agreeable woman provides on a porn set to get or keep a man erect for his on-camera performance—is dead in porn, when in fact it is a vibrant and respected skill performed by artisans like a porny Colonial Williamsburg.

There were two fluffers at Sabrina Deep’s Gang Bang last summer, and there was an efficient BBW plying her trade off to the side of the cameras at Shibari’s fete. In addition, the masked sex educator brought a red-headed rocker chick along for his personal fluffing.

Shibari had initially opened the proceedings to 30 men, but fewer than half that number arrived. This was a good thing, I think, because it allowed both Shibari and the men to talk with each other.

“We all chatted throughout the week,” Shibari says, “but it’s nice to talk to these guys in person before I, you know, blow them.”

Despite the breeziness of the room, it started to get hot. Scotty was sweating profusely and, by the time Shibari called for a ten-minute break, she was covered in semen. I breathed through my mouth the whole time, having learned my lesson on several occasions. I’ve never enjoyed the smell of sex when it was someone else having it, which was another reason I was no good as an altar boy.

During the afternoon, Shibari asked if I would be making a deposit that day. I said that my loads were promised to another.

I came no closer to comprehending the appeal of bukkake, either as a viewer or as a participant. I understand about using another person as a piece of meat, but it’s important she be my piece of meat, at least for the 45 minutes it takes me to get in there, quote the appropriate Scripture, weep copiously, set fire to the building, and get out.

But that’s just me. As Thomas Jefferson said (and I’m sure Ron Paul would agree), “I may not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll fight to the death for your right to say it.”

To prove my point, I’m hoping Shibari will throw her next bukkake at the Olive Garden.

About the video: As this is a journey of discovery for me, I chose a couple versions of the Harry Nilsson hit “Everybody’s Talkin'” from the X-rated movie “Midnight Cowboy.” As Twitter follower XrayVideo suggested, that would make me Ratso Jizzo.

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