{"id":8274,"date":"2016-01-18T11:00:40","date_gmt":"2016-01-18T05:30:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak?p=8274"},"modified":"2018-08-14T16:51:24","modified_gmt":"2018-08-14T11:21:24","slug":"voices-dont-be-a-coyote-dick-there-are-no-classy-risque-jokes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/voices-dont-be-a-coyote-dick-there-are-no-classy-risque-jokes\/","title":{"rendered":"Don\u2019t be a (Coyote) Dick; There Are No Classy Risqu\u00e9 Jokes"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cVanna-cum?\u201d \u2013 This was a Tamil-English booty call SMS I once received from a friend with benefits (reproduced here with permission, I promise). It was an atrocious, atrocious pun. I didn\u2019t even get it at first. When I finally did, it was an acquired taste. But yes, it grew on me, and I\u2019ve begun to realise that in the world of bawdy humour, as Sunil Shetty\u2019s character says in Bollywood\u2019s Fight Club<\/em><\/a>, there are no rules. In fact, I challenge you to tell me a classy risqu\u00e9 joke.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve also realised that most of the dirty joke WhatsApp forwards I get are circulated by men. Women\u2019s sexual jokes seem to be more private. We (perhaps I should include gay men here too) tell each other \u2013 one on one, or in groups \u2013 about our sexual encounters \u2013 and the funny bits. Especially the funny bits, the cute bits, the aww bits and the batshit crazy bits.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s a funny bit from a gay male friend that he told a bunch of us after I pestered him for details of his sex life (reproduced here with permission \u2013 I swear, I swear): He was making out with a lover, they began to tire, were wondering if they should give penetrative sex a shot. My friend found just one condom in the house, a chocolate-flavoured one. He opened it, put it on, and then realised he hated its smell \u2013 he hated it so much that he felt sorry for his lover and suddenly went limp. \u201cI couldn\u2019t put that in him,\u201d he told us as his face fell comically. I laughed and laughed \u2013 I couldn\u2019t help myself. If you\u2019re not amused, I guess this is one of those you-had-to-be-there things, which perhaps applies to a lot of sexual humour.<\/p>\n

But sometimes women\u2019s laughter about sexual encounters makes men uncomfortable. To quote Margaret Atwood<\/a> upside-down: \u201cWomen are afraid that men will kill them. Men are afraid that women will laugh at them.\u201d Sure, some men will giggle in bed \u2013 and I pride myself on making them laugh, if I can. But I\u2019ve also come across men who (perhaps understandably) frown upon my habit of bursting into guffaws at inappropriate moments during sex \u2013 which mostly happens when I queef.<\/p>\n

This brings me to a source of forever-renewable comedy that I\u2019ve come across: the timeless vaginal fart. It is sexual slapstick at its best. It cannot be bought, it cannot be simulated (as far as I know); it must just happen. When it does, I completely lose interest in sex in favour of happy laughter. And every single time, that\u2019s been better than the sex \u2013 the best climax a gal could hope for. Queefs are a perfect example of the mysterious hyperspace that bypasses cognition and zips off straight into humour. You don\u2019t need to \u2018understand\u2019 the joke \u2013 and it\u2019s hard to explain in rational words why it\u2019s funny.<\/p>\n

Last year I discovered another such source: the bottomless comic potential of castration in certain contexts. I am completely against castration of rapists, chemical or otherwise \u2013 and all non-consensual castration. But when I read about fictional castration in the comic genre, or even in horror, sometimes I can\u2019t stop myself laughing. In the comedy-horror film Teeth<\/em> (2007), for instance, a woman with vaginal teeth ends up biting off the penises of several asshole men \u2013 and every single time I found it hilarious. I never tired of the joke throughout the movie \u2013 the look on every one of those villains\u2019 faces as they realized what had happened was priceless. Sometimes laughter is the best way to destroy an oppressor. Show the trailer<\/a> of Teeth<\/em> to most straight men though, and they\u2019ll be grimly horrified \u2013 perhaps even indignant that the movie tickles me. It\u2019s difficult to hiss in empathetic horror, though, when I don\u2019t own similar genitals.<\/p>\n

Speaking of genitals: psychologist, author and storyteller Clarissa Pinkola \u00c9stes, in her book Women Who Run With The Wolves<\/em>, tells us a story she \u201cheard some years back from an old trailer park manager down in Nogales [Arizona]\u201d, who heard it \u201cfrom a Navajo who heard it from a Mexican who heard it from a Hopi\u201d:<\/p>\n

ONCE UPON A TIME there was Coyote Dick, and he was both the smartest and the dumbest creature you could ever hope to meet. He was always hungry for something, and always playing tricks on people to get what he wanted, and any other time he was always sleeping.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Well, one day while Coyote Dick was sleeping, his penis got really bored and decided to leave Coyote and have an adventure on its own. So the penis disattached itself from Coyote Dick and ran down the road. Actually, it hopped down the road, having just one leg and all.<\/p>\n

So it hopped and it hopped, and it was having a good time and it hopped off the road and out into the woods, where\u2014Oh no!\u2014it hopped right into a grove of stinging nettles. \u201cOuch!\u201d it cried. \u201cOw, ow, ow!\u201d it screeched. \u201cHelp! Help!\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The sound of all this crying woke Coyote Dick, and when he reached down to start his heart with the accustomed crank, it was gone! Coyote Dick ran down the road holding himself between the legs, and finally came upon his penis in the worst trouble you can imagine. Gently, Coyote Dick lifted his adventurous penis out of the nettles, patted him and soothed him down, and put him back where he belonged.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Funny? I thought so too. But that\u2019s not all. The story comes with a postscript that the storyteller\u2019s wife told \u00c9stes:<\/p>\n

The end of the story is the moral. [\u2026]<\/p>\n

The moral is that those nettles, even once Coyote Dick got out of them, made his cock itch like crazy forever after. And that\u2019s why men are always sliding up to women, and wanting to rub up against them with that \u2018I\u2019m so itchy\u2019 look in their eyes. You know, that universal cock has been itching ever since that first time it ever ran away.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Cute, but not particularly funny? I thought so too. But \u00c9stes writes:<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know what it was about it that struck me, but we sat there in her kitchen, shrieking and pounding the table till we had practically lost all muscle control. Afterward, the sensation reminded me of just having eaten a big bite of good horseradish.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I have great respect for \u00c9stes. So I spent a week trying to look at this moral of the story from various angles. Does it perhaps infantilise men in a funny way, or is it something else? But no matter how much I cocked my head trying to spot it, I couldn\u2019t find my funny bone in that punch line. And I began to feel ridiculous and stupid \u2013 a little like Coyote Dick himself.<\/p>\n

So I decided that \u00c9stes\u2019 reaction to the story is the real moral of the story. It tells me that I cannot be snobby where dirty jokes are concerned \u2013 as long as they\u2019re not offensive \u2013 and I need to expand my repertoire, widen my bellows \u2013 my lungs \u2013 for easy laughter. I have to be ready to be baffled by people who are tickled by every single \u2018non-veg\u2019 joke they hear, and then try to see what they see. Because otherwise, the joke\u2019s on me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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