Bukkake, just so you know, is from Japan. You’ve always been pretty good with the cultural origins of words, so maybe you could have guessed this. Though the term bukkake is not a sexual term at all, it has been used to dub what stands as the premier, hot fetish racing through the world at the moment. Grammatically, bukkake in Japanese is the base form of a verb, yet as it stands alone, it is a noun that means “splash,” or “heavy squirt.” All sexual connotations aside, it stands as a pretty normal word in the Japanese language, from what I can tell. Japan even has a soup called “bukkake udon,” it’s so normal over there. I guess the soup has nothing to do with sex at all; it’s just called bukkake because they think it makes the soup sound more appetizing. They put a lot of vegetables and liquid in the soup, and by calling it bukkake, they believe it gives the feeling that the soup was made quickly and with more freshness, like someone just “splashed” the soup together. I thought that was so interesting when I read it the first
time! Don’t you think so?
     Here’s how the history of the sexual term “bukkake” goes. Around the late eighties and early nineties, a couple of Japanese video companies were trying to make videos that catered to facial and sperm lovers in Japan. (In case you didn’t know, a “facial” is a term in pornography that means “to launch a jack-off spray onto the face of the other party or parties participating in the sexual act.” You know how much I have always been very sensitive, and very into public displays of affection like holding hands, kissing or walking arm in arm? This seemed so sweet to me when I read about it. You know – it was like a kind of affectionate display, taken to a brand new extreme!) So anyway, companies like “Soft on Demand,” “Shuttle Cocks & Badminton Girls,” “Madame Woo’s Enormous Genitals Video Group,” “Deeps” and a few other smaller ones decided to make videos that would consist of a single girl getting facial after facial, over and over again – like a fire that just couldn't be put out. It’s really kind of loving, in a way, if you let yourself think about it in a poetic light. Like a perverse, acted-out Hallmark card of pornography. It’s just like the time right after two people get married, and everyone at the wedding throws handfuls of rice onto them as they attempt to make their getaway in a limousine out in front of the church. Just hurling love at the couple, all the love you have to give at that very moment. Remember when they did that to us? We thought we had it made, forever. Didn’t we?
     Anyway, you can do research on the Internet if you want to. I’ll give you a little tip on a site called “NativityBukkake.com,” where a Japanese video company has mapped out plans for a new release next fall. In this themed bukkake series, it seems that American guest director Flynn Flin has decided that, right in time for the holidays next year, he would retell the greatest story ever told by man: the story of the birth of the savior. His idea is to recreate historic Bethlehem, complete with straw and donkeys and chickens and everything, and have the bukkake sequence all take place around a stable with live cattle. I’m probably going to hell for just writing down the sacrilegious plot in this letter to you, so I can’t imagine where Flynn Flin is headed after he dies! There would be at least 150 guys dressed up in costumes like the three kings, Mary and Joseph, the Inn Keeper and the shepherd, and the recipient would be resting in the small manger in the center of the stable, dressed in swaddling white robes with just her sweet little Japanese face showing. Amazing. You should really take a look if you get a second.
     So bottom line, Honey, I called the number on the card. The Bukkake Focus Group meets next Tuesday, and since I've been temporarily banned from the Jacks, I figure I might as well go and check it out. I hope you are well and not missing me too much. You always did really great things around the house those times when dental conferences would call me out of town for the weekend, and you'd be by yourself for a couple of days, reading or knitting or rearranging the furniture in the living room. Maybe we can meet up for tea or coffee or even a glass of wine when this whole thing blows over a little bit. I am sure you need your space right now too, and both of us need a little time to let all this stuff sink in. Who knows what I've uncovered for myself with all this public love business, but just trust that maybe I'm as well as I’ve really ever been.
 
Warm regards,
Mitch