Slowly, He Enters Her, 1

(Author's Note: I wrote this entry many moons ago, just forgot to post it. But anyway, I found the perfect opportunity. Since it's (Egad!) Valentine's season, I'm sure this is very fitting, save for the obsolence. So in line with the Season of Hormones, I give you this!)

Sex is everywhere; perversions abound. Wherever you look, we sex screaming in bold letters.

From commercials (Lahat ng hati na try na ni Heart, pati hating nangangati), campaign posters (Wow Dick!), public service TV programs (Kay Susan Tayo, try pinching your nose while saying it and you’ll get my point) to fishball stands (Harry Balls; Kiss My Balls).

Whenever I watch music channels (MTV, MYX, Ch.V, etc.) I just put on the television and let the music from the boob-tube fill my room as background while I go about my everyday existence. But this morning was different; I sat in front of the TV set watching stupid videos.

It amazes me how music-makers inject a little bit of subtle erotic stuff into their music in order to sell it. Sex sells, let's face it. Even though it’s very obvious that it has “explicit content”, the public still buys it, contending that it’s harmless.

Jumbo hotdog, Kaya mo ba to, Kaya mo ba to? (Jumbo Hotdog, Can you handle this? Can you handle this?) What do you mean you didn’t know that it was a hotdog-as-in-food song? What did you think it meant? Oh … you thought it meant THAT? Now why would you think of such a thing.

Ang kati ng bulaklak, mabaho ang bulaklak (the flower is itchy, the flower is smelly). No, this isn’t malaswa. Just because the song’s belted out by bountifully bosomed bouncy babes bursting out of their shirts?

Ugh. Give me a fuh-reaking break.

So I caught the Myx Daily Countdown on the tube that morning. Honestly I doubt the credibility of this countdown. But that’s beside the point.

(to be concluded...)