Thursday, April 15, 2010

Classic Question: Why is it called a blowjob?

This question was posed to me in one of the older incarnations of Ask the Demon. It was one of the more interesting questions, in my opinion, and I decided to bring it back for your edification.

I have looked far and wide on in as many places as I can reliably trust for information regarding the answer to your question, and unfortunately, I came back with no less than fifteen answers, none of which corroborate each other. It seems that this question may never have a concrete answer. Everyone who tries to answer this question does so with such authority that most people are satisfied, and it's a touchy subject, so most people never go to look anywhere else for a corroboration. Some people even go so far as to cite sources as being the "first time it was put on paper" but never actually produce the evidence or at least show some copy/pasta. I'm not going to do that to you. Well, not really.
Okay, I'm totally going to do it, but at least I hope to entertain you, and I'll be citing something much more amusing. In 2006, comedian Robert Wuhl, whom I swear you've seen in a movie somewhere but would not know his name if you saw him again, starred in an HBO special entitled Assume the Position with Mr. Wuhl. In it, he taught a class that centered on the theory that "History is Pop Culture." The basis of this theory was that if you heard about it in history class, it's because the people reporting current events back in the day were just as susceptible to popular opinion and interest as the big media networks of today are. This brings up an interesting point, in my opinion: lay off the media giants and their "control" of the industry; you don't have to get your news from them, and giving the people what they want to hear is just the way it works, not their own little agenda. And while we're on the subject, if you don't like your news, get it from somewhere else. It may not be more reliable, but it will at least make you happier.
But, I digress. The point is, in this little class that Mr. Wuhl taught, he gave us the legend of where using the middle finger as an insult came from. However, at the end of this explanation, he asked a question and subsequently answered it. "Is it true? It doesn't matter! Because when the legend becomes fact, print the legend." Unfortunately, in this case, the case of the etymology of the term "blowjob," there is no legend. It's in common use, just as the middle finger is, but the story of how it came to be known as such is lost to time. So, instead of giving you an answer I know to be true, I'm going to give you the one that I find most interesting, and one closely related to it.
Both of these explanations supposedly come from Victorian era England prostitution. The simpler of the two, and one that lacks a bit of punch in my opinion, is that "blow" was shortened into it's current form from "below." A "below-the-belt-job" as it were. Meh. Okay, I can see that, but then why aren't the perfectly named "hand jobs" lumped into the category of "below jobs"? I didn't like the explanation, but it is closely related to the one that I do like, and it's as close to corroboration as I can get on this.
The second explanation involves sailors. As any pirate movie you've seen within the past ten years will show you, sailors back then were often very nasty individuals who went for long stretches of time without sex. This is why most of the prostitution trade catered to this class of individual: they were dirty, ugly and very hard up. In a way, they were the perfect client for a criminal that provided the world's oldest paid service. The rich and pretty didn't need their services, and risked imprisonment if they were caught doing business with them, and it was much easier to just meet some nice tart somewhere and throw on the noble charm, so the fine and upstanding rarely utilized their services. The truly desperate simply couldn't afford them. Sailors, on the other hand, got paid, and relatively well. However, that didn't always make up for their unwashed exteriors, and while letting some filthy dirt ball gyrate on top of you for a while is bearable when you can breath through your mouth and not your nose, that doesn't work when there's something in your mouth. Telling a john that one wouldn't do something, however, was usually a little risky, since one was doing something illegal and therefor couldn't go to the police if one wanted to report having one's face broken in. So, a few wise and enterprising ladies of the evening went capitalist on them.
In Victorian England, sailors who had been granted shore leave but who had not completed their time with a particular ship were given an allowance of their overall pay to enjoy their time ashore. This was to keep them from blowing their earnings before they finished their time with that ship, which usually meant that there were a few less murderous wives when they reached their home ports. Well, the dock masters of each port required some quite intricate lists from captains that made port. Information in these lists included number of crewmen, duration of stay, nature of cargo, business in town, and more importantly to this story, the amount of shore allowance given to each sailor. The smart prostitutes would go to the dock master and ask him for this amount, just so they would know how much dough the sea dogs were carrying around. When it came time to get down to business so to speak, and the john would ask for fellatio, the girl would quote him a separate price for the service, and it just so happened to coincide with nearly or exactly the amount of his shore leave. Ergo, to get his dick sucked, he would have to blow all his money on the job.
Both of these explanations cite English court records as being the original public instance of the term's usage, but they never give exact words or show where they can be looked up. However, the important things to keep in mind are that 1. They both cite the same source, specifically mentioning Victorian London, and 2. It doesn't matter. This is the legend, and I'm printing it.

If you have a question for the demon, send it to askthedemon@gmail.com, and remember: never stop asking questions.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Why do camels spit?

Technically speaking, they don't. I know that traditionally, people think of camels and their ability to drink a metric shit ton of water that they can hold for weeks on end, their viability as an transportation alternative to horses, and of course, their ability to spit at something they are threatened by or annoyed with. Unfortunately, most traditional wisdom is wrong, or at least not properly understood. For instance, a camel's hump is not used to store water. Well, not just water. It's fatty tissue, which includes water and other nutrients. This hump, while usually thought of as an upright body part, can sag to the side as the years go by and the camel's health declines, especially in cases of being obesity.
But, that's not what you asked about. You asked about camel spit. Well, for those of you reading this and expecting to hear about the abject nastiness of an animal's biological functions, I have good news and bad news. The bad news for you sick little puppies is that camels do not spit, so the disgusting nature of a large, hairy animal's saliva being hurled at high velocity into someone's face is not concurrent with reality. But, as I said, there is good news for you twisted little freaks, and that good news is so much more disgusting than mere spit. You see, what most people think of as camel spitting, is actually a controlled vomit action.
Yes. Vomit.
Camels are ruminants, and as such, it is a normal process for them to regurgitate their partially digested food so that they can chew it again. This is normal. Cows, sheep, goats and llama llama llamas (sorry, I just love the sound of saying the word "llama" rapidly and repeatedly) all have very complex digestive tracts. After they chew their food for a while, they swallow it and let their first stomach do some of the work. Once most of the liquid is separated out of their food, they bring it back up and chew it some more.
Now, with most ruminants, this is the point at which the cud (that's the second stage food) is swallowed again and for the last time. And to be fair, camels usually do follow this progression. However, camels for some reason or another, have figured out that cud makes a good weapon. When they are threatened or annoyed, they will bring some of their cud up and literally fling it on the offending target. They don't spit it, really, because the act of spitting is something that only a few animals have the cheek and lip muscles to pull off. No, as I said, they just whip their heads from side to side, flinging the cud all over the place, some of which is on their target. Hopefully.
So, yeah. It was disgusting enough to think that these creatures spit in their own defense. But now you know that they don't. And it is so much more hardcore than the rumor. Isn't the truth awesome?

If you have a question for the demon, send it to askthedemon@gmail.com, and remember: never stop asking questions.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Back in the Saddle

So, it's come to my attention that this little phenomenon is in slight demand and that I should start writing on it again. There seems to be a need for questions being answered, so I'm back to doing this once more. Allow me to explain:

Ask the Demon started as a joke. During a discussion of random crap on a BDSM discussion board, someone decided that they would start answering any question anyone could come up with. I decided to follow suit. No, there are no new ideas. There are, however, good ideas, and in emulating that one, I managed to create something fairly worthwhile, or at least some people like to think so. They have managed to pester me into starting the column up again, this time in dedicated blog form. This is going to be slow to start, so I'm not going to tell you that I'll be updating every week at a certain time or that every question will be answered immediately. Trust me, answering every question that comes my way is annoying and pointless, especially with some of the questions everyone comes up with.

However, if you do have a question and you want more than a twitter-sized answer for it like those text services will give you, send it to me at askthedemon@gmail.com. I will answer all emails that aren't completely asinine as quickly as I can. Keep in mind, my replies may be too long for short attention spans to read, so get yourself a cup of coffee before you sit down the read my answers, and be ready for a healthy dose of something you didn't want to hear, because it might be just that.

Remember: send your questions to askthedemon@gmail.com.