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Molly’s new poetic Inspiration? Get Nekked! – Guest Post by Molly Montrevoir

(Or: Eine Klein Sex Music)

For her winning poem in our Twixt Her Naked Breasts poetry contest, I give you Molly Montrevoir’s guest post:

I’ve been tormented for days now by one question:

What does one do when one has the opportunity to use Janie as a mouthpiece? There are so many delicious possibilities. JanieBelle as a mouthpiece. Mmmmmm…

Should I begin a new erotic story about the taste of her skin and the hunger of her lips and the sharpness of her fingernails as they rake across my back.

Or perhaps to wax poetic on the intelligence of Intelligent Design? (Now that would be difficult, but it might be worth it if only for the exasperated look it would no doubt evoke on her beautiful-fictional face!)

Should I post a naked photo or a new erotic poem?

Should I let myself rant about the arbitrary ridiculousness of the “mature” designations that cause my blog to be removed from global tag pages?

Should I recount the very hot, very satisfying playtime I had the other day, on the floor, in front of the mirror, toys and lube arrayed in a semicircle at my’s side, that ultimately left my legs shaking, and relieved that I remembered the towel and prevented an enormous wet spot from soaking the carpet?

There are so very many things I could do with Janie as a mouthpiece. And those are just the ones that involve her blog 😉

I am not going to do those things, though. Those are things that I can do on my blog and can share here, too. So I shall, but later. While I have Janie as a mouthpiece I am going to do something that I have never once done on my own blog. Something that my blog is simply not organized to do. I am going to promote something. I want you to know about a band I have recently discovered and that I absolutely adore.

They’re Nekked. And they’re really the sexiest male vocalists I’ve heard, and their music is the perfect music for fucking to. (See, when one has Janie as a mouthpiece, and Janie’s mouth — or rather her fingers — have already gotten her marked as “mature” one can even say “fuck.”)

But I was raving about Nekked. Nekked is two men, two beautiful, sexy gay men, JC Faust and Sinn. I met them at a party. They are a couple. They are totally head over heels about each other. And they are really brilliant musicians with really sexy voices. I gathered they were into the leather scene. (I love leather boys!) Their first EP cover had a picture of a mouth, wide open, with a ball gag in it. (I loved that photo. I don’t know why that didn’t make it onto the cover of their full length CD, A Barrier of Skin. Sinn? JC? What happened to the ball gag? I mean granted, you couldn’t sing around it, but we could at least enjoy the image!)

They are an indie-electronica-pop kind of duo. They make music that has pounding-driving-electronic-rhythms overlaid with smooth-haunting-seductive-enticing voices. There are times when, listening to their CD again last night, that I felt like they were standing right behind me, whispering in my ear. There were other times when I felt like I was the voyeur, watching them perform intimate acts of self revelation, stripping away layers of themselves. And there were times when I felt like I was being drawn into a powerful collective-erotic ritual.

The music on A Barrier of Skin ranges over an incredibly broad emotional landscape and yet every bit of it has a sexual undercurrent that tugs me along and tosses me from one side of the stream to the other.

There is the beautiful-erotic-wistful “A boy can dream”:

I was dreaming about you/ out there in the waves, / all alone, with the whores/ and gods who are children. / I was dreaming about you, / and slowly I became you, / seeing through your eyes, / hearing through your ears, / and singing through your mouth …

and a boy can dream…

he can dream of boys, / he can dream of girls / of errant moons and perfect worlds / he can dream of all the dreams / that he’s been taught to live without / and he can dream of love, / oh yes he dreams of love / love without doubt.

(click here to listen to a clip)

There is the hauntingly, painfully sad “Sleeping with the lights on, written in memory of Matthew Shephard, the young University of Wyoming student who, in October 1998, was brutally beaten, pistol whipped, bound to a fence and left for dead by two guys who claimed they thought Shephard had come on to them. He was found, barely alive, 18 hours later, and died in the hospital a few days later. His attackers said they had gone temporarily out of their minds because Shephard had come onto them):

eighteen hours, and I’m feeling kind of sick, / feeling somewhat strange. / I remember a car, a truck or a bar / I remember a pistol cracking into my head.

*hey boy, won’t you come along with me, and / I’ll show you how the world ends: / not with a bang, no, not with a bang, / but with a whimper.
(This is all performed with the sound of a heartbeat in the background that becomes dominant just as the song ends. Click here to listen to a clip.)

There is the seductive-angry-introspective-surrender of “Wave that takes me under” (performed with a fast running pulsing pounding beat that made me feel absolutely driven by some unconsciously compelling and universal force):

It’s strange to sit and watch myself do the things I said I’d never do / and it’s easy to regret but so much harder to forget the life I knew / now its buried in the yard, a dirty segret dying hard, a jaded stain / do you remember how we’d laugh until we’d cry / each time we slipped inside that game?

and sometimes I’m a prisoner of my own mind / just flowing in and out with the tide / and I feel like I’ve been waiting here my whole life / for the wave that takes me under one last time.

it’s the whisper in the dark that sends a shiver like a spark through my soul/ it’s the anger from the past reaching out with steely grasp and taking hold/ it’s the rumor of a trust, broken shards of glassy lust in my eyes/ is it acid, is it dust, did my spirit turn to rust, or is it ice

(They have a video for Wave that Takes Me Underthat combines a strangely phallic looking madonna sculpture — the religious icon not the pop star — being threatened by the ocean, red-light xray shots of body parts, and one delightful shot of Sinn — or was it JC Faust — licking the microphone.)

There is the hysterically funny “How come you don’t love me as much as I love myself?” which is really a wonderful commentary on gay men’s personal ads:

I’m VGL so UB2 / don’t waste my time here talking to you / I’m six foot two, blond and blue / well hung and bubble-butt; to god to be true
yeah you know without a doubt / if I could do myself / you know I’d never leave the house.
no S&M, no B&D / no strings, no watersports, and no D&D / don’t bring me hangups, no STDs / don’t bring me anything / that ain’t just like me
yeah you know without a doubt / if I could do myself / you know I’d never leave the house.

(Click here to listen to a clip)

Another amazing thing about Nekked is their ability to cover other songs and transform them into entirely new pieces. Listen to this clip to hear one of my favorite slow, haunting love-song type pieces. It’s actually a cover of the old ABBA song “SOS” but you’ll never recognize it.

I can’t say enough good things about these two incredibly talented men. If you need music to fuck to, get Nekked. If you’re hosting a sex party, get Nekked. If you just want some inspiration for Janie’s next poetry contest, get Nekked.

And then strip off your clothes and dance naked in your living room.

I did!

(And maybe I’ll tell you what happened after that in another blog post…)

xoxoxo,
Molly

Filed under: Blogs In Our MonkeySphere, Friends, Guest Post, Literature, Poetry, Poetry Contests

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