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'Bubbling' Is the New Teen Trend That Will Make You Gag
It was only a matter of time before the teens of today (boys of the nadsat), bored with their petty theft and criminal mischief, got tired of silly games like butt chugging and Neknomination and began searching in earnest for something to entertain themselves with that would be both disgusting and completely pointless. And so, Bubbling was born to satisfy that need. And teens saw that it was good! And the summer of 2014 became the summer that they would start pissing into their own mouths and posting the pictures online. Because who cares about future employment? Certainly not the boys who are shooting their urine into their own mouths, smelling and tasting the asparagus they had for dinner.
Bubbling , which is literally just peeing into your own mouth (no, that's really it) was originally a fake trend started by Australian skaters that has now become very real. It began with a picture of a young man at a rock concert; a young man (I assume) so overtaken with the music he was listening to that he had no choice but to whip out his garden hose and start peeing into his own mouth as a self-soothing strategy for all the feelings he was experiencing. I understand this. Not the peeing into one's own mouth thing (because I am often dehydrated :/) but being so overcome with emotion that you have to do something crazy in the moment. For me, it was when the Gilmore Girls ended. Except instead of peeing into my own mouth I clutched a decorative throw pillow and cried about the fact that I would never again visit Stars Hollow for the first time. The people who saw the first instance of bubbling, by the way, were maybe not as enthused as the young man in question.
"this dude straight up pissed into his own mouth in the middle of the mosh pit".
"It went everywhere," the witness, Adon1kam, continued. "All down his shirt and in his hair, he seriously went for for like a solid minute. It was feral. And yes he just went on like nothing happened afterwards, it was one of the funniest/strangest/most disgusting and confusing things I've ever seen in my life."
Disgusting and confusing appear to be good ways to describe the trend, which some sources are reporting as completely fake. In fact, the first known mention of the bubbling phenomenon was mentioned in Vice by Australian skater Troy West, who says that the practice is so common in Australia that it's passed on from generation to generation like a precious heirloom. West told Vice that his father taught him how to bubble (I have the insane urge to scream "teach me how to bubble , teach me teach me how to bubble" to my empty living room as I write this) and if this logic holds, West may one day teach his own son the art of bubbling. My own father tried to teach me how to play soccer, but gave up when he realized that my body type was meant for video games, not sports played on grassy fields. Perhaps bubbling could have made our relationship stronger, less strained.
Even if West is just courting controversy with his statements, bubbling has gotten one high-profile athlete in trouble. Todd Carney, a Rugby league player, was fired after photos of him pissing into his own mouth surfaced on the internet. While Carney claims he was just "mucking around" with "his boys" and not promoting the practice of bubbling, Regardless, his firing has inspired teen boys everywhere (who follow Rugby) to start pissing in their own mouths and posting the photos to internet groups with names such as Piss In Your Mouth For Todd Carney , which only features two photos, but is apparently only one of the groups that Facebook has been yanking down as soon as they come up.
The fact that teen boys are doing something stupid in support of an athlete is understandable, but if bubbling exists outside of this futile Facebook protest, it raises the question of what's the point? If fathers really are passing the secret knowledge of turning yourself into a gurgling water fountain down to their sons, is there any point to it other than being gross and asserting some kind of feral masculinity? Bear Grylls drank urine and ate fecal matter to survive, but what's the point if there's nothing at stake. And why urine specifically? Why aren't men, as a colleague pointed out, eating their own fecal matter or sucking on used tampons? These things are just as shocking and messy as urine. (or maybe less messy, as the witness account above points out, as urine will get everywhere: on you, your friends, and innocent bystanders.)
The point of teen fads (POGS4LYFE) is that they're supposed to be fun, get you high (in some way or another) for at least a second and make the olds feel just a little nostalgic for the fleeting gem that was their youth. This fad accomplishes none of those things and fails as a trend, fake or otherwise. Unless, and I am being cautiously optimistic here, this act helps those teens who may be into water sports discover a part of their sexuality that they've been repressing. In that case, more power to you! Godspeed!

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You should know: The answer above provides general health information that is not intended to replace medical advice or treatment recommendations from a qualified health care professional.
Hello doctor Bob. I wrote a week or so ago and I deservedly did not get an answer because from the way I phrased my question the answers were retrievable in the archives. However my digging has came up with a few questions that maybe worthy of your reply, I hope that my addition questions and the $50 donation I just made will make my question answer worthy. Ill tell my story again.
I preformed unprotected oral sex on a man last week. It was my first (and only) time that I had sex with a man, I am male. He says he had a short sexual history with men only receiving oral sex from other men a few times (who really knows). I immediately had a sore throat that is still lingering for 11 days, I hope this is because I went past my gag reflex and I hurt my throat. I swallowed both of his orgasms, the first one I did not even know about as it went directly down my throat, but I tasted the second one.
I had brushed my teeth about one hour before performing, also I assume since I took him so deep would this qualify as rough oral (throat trauma)? Both of these actions should increase my risk, correct? How much of an increase? Is it still low risk? Also, could you be a bit more specific about what is significant exposure? Are just a few drops of infect fluids enough for transmission?
I went to my health care provider a few days back and told him exactly what happened. I went for full STD testing and see him in two weeks for the results. He told me that if everything comes back negative that I am fine and no further testing would be required unless I develop symptoms. Do you agree with that recommendation? I will get another test at the 3 month mark anyway. My stress levels are so high right now I know that I will manage to give myself every symptom in the book, could you please tell me your thoughts and hopefully they will calm my fears of HIV.
PS. My reference number for the donation was XXXXXXXXXXXXXX just so know I was not lying.
Your first (and only) guy-on-guy experience and you manage to get his single-barreled yogurt rifle past your gag reflex and while playing tallywhacker tonsil hockey you swallow two loads of baby batter??? Hmm . . . impressive for your first time "out," so to speak. Do you realize lots of married guys can't get their mates to even lick their penis Popsicle let alone deep throat the whole salami? OK, enough flattery. On to your question!
The first point to realize is that, all things considered, oral sex carries only a very small risk for HIV transmission. Yes, it's theoretically possible that brushing your teeth before oral sex could increase transmission risk if you traumatize your gums (bleeding gums). Similarly if his trouser snake did traumatize the back wall of your throat, the transmission risk could also theoretically increase. How much would depend on many factors, including the extent of trauma that was inflicted. Is your HIV-acquisition risk still low? Yes, absolutely. You don't even know the HIV status of your studly Dudley. Are only a few drops of infected fluids enough for HIV transmission? Yes, theoretically they are.
Regarding your STD screen, yes, I agree with your doctor, except on the HIV testing. In that instance I agree with you: A three-month test is warranted.
Thanks for your donation to the Robert James Frascino AIDS Foundation (www.concertedeffort.org). It's warmly appreciated. In return I'm sending you my good-luck/good-health karma that your definitive three-month HIV test remains negative. (I strongly suspect this will indeed be the case.)
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Lovelace Directed by Rob Epstein , Jeffrey Friedman Biography, Drama R 1h 33m
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“Lovelace,” a movie about the chasm between public perception and private experience, pulls off a sly bait and switch. It’s inspired by the autobiography of one Linda Boreman, who when she was young, permed and under the spell of a violent pimp earned her place in hard-core history by suppressing her gag reflex in the 1972 film “Deep Throat.” With its “Boogie Nights” typeface and mustachioed dudes as slick and artificial as their Qiana threads, “Lovelace” promises the down-and-dirty best (or worst) with a snigger and pulsating beats. It delivers just as promised only to do a 180 in order to tell another, uglier story, this one involving beatings, rape and 24/7 terror.
In the contemporary pornotopia, when explicit sexual entertainments are a mouse click away, it can be difficult to appreciate the impact that “Deep Throat” had in the United States on its release. Released in June 1972 in a Times Square theater, this hourlong dirty movie became a sensation, a touchstone, a disgrace, providing ample fodder for snickering late-night talk shows and bloviating editorial writers alike. Norman Mailer weighed in as did Bob Hope, who’s seen briefly in “Lovelace” joking that he thought it was about a giraffe. In The New York Review of Books, the feminist Ellen Willis said it best, finding the movie “witless, exploitative and about as erotic as a tonsillectomy.” Then as now, though, few seemed interested in the actual woman on screen.
The directors Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman first pull the curtain back when Boreman (Amanda Seyfried, poignantly melancholic) was at the height of her porn career and known as Linda Lovelace, the It (or Ick) Girl for the sexual revolution. She’s sitting and smoking in a bubble bath and, if you don’t look at her too closely — and, at the time, apparently few did — you might miss the cuts and bruises. This is the Linda that the world didn’t see and who, even as her body became a public spectacle, nursed her wounds in private. She was the queen of the dirty movies, but here, as this symbolic purification suggests, her life would soon receive a cleansing.
It does, in a way, though without the sanctimony other filmmakers might have brought to the story. Instead, Mr. Epstein and Mr. Friedman, whose credits, together and separately, include the documentary “The Times of Harvey Milk” and the fact-informed fiction “Howl” (about the times of Allen Ginsberg), have directed a movie that embraces the idea that history belongs both to those who live and those who write it, and that all histories, no matter how they cling to the facts, are necessarily incomplete, contingent, interpreted and shaped into stories. The philosopher Paul Ricoeur, who in his book “Memory, History, Forgetting,” put it beautifully:
Under history, memory and forgetting.
But writing a life is another story.
After that ritual bath, “Lovelace” gets its mojo going with a flashback to 1970, opening on a scene of Linda and her close and apparently only friend, Patsy (Juno Temple), sunbathing in the Boreman family’s Florida backyard. When Patsy innocently unties Linda’s bikini top, Linda demurs. Don’t be such a prude, Patsy teases. In most other stories, this line as well as Linda’s resistance might register as insignificant, but here it initiates a counter-narrative that runs quietly through the first half and rises to a roar in the second. Adding foreboding piquancy, as well as psychological clues, is a looming, oversize statue of the Virgin Mary and the weirdly twinned figure of Linda’s rampaging, hectoring mother, Dorothy Boreman (Sharon Stone, simmering with dark hair and scowl).
Working from a script by Andy Bellin, Mr. Epstein and Mr. Friedman bring on the putative good times and vibes with narrative economy and period flair. (The real Boreman wrote several memoirs, including “Ordeal.”) Structurally, the story they tell resembles an 18th-century tale of sexual liberation (like the Marquis de Sade’s novel, “Juliette”) that becomes a tale of exploitation (like Sade’s “Justine”), with Boreman’s later marriage to Larry Marchiano, her children and anti-pornography activism little more than a coda. Mostly, it’s girl meets pimp-husband (an excellent Peter Sarsgaard as Chuck Traynor), who ushers her into the world of sexual pleasure and pornography that becomes a hell. It’s a story that, as the porn director Candida Royalle once said of “Ordeal,” has more to do with domestic abuse than pornography.
Boreman later characterized her appearance in “Deep Throat” as rape, yet she also wrote that it was “at once a low point and a salvation.” That’s a difficult, complex idea, and there’s a lot in this story about victimization and agency that Mr. Epstein and Mr. Friedman never satisfactorily address. It’s perhaps inevitable that they seem happier when nothing yet feels at stake, including during the production of “Deep Throat.” (The excellent troika of Hank Azaria, Chris Noth and Bobby Cannavale enliven the proceedings.) Once the movie flips to present Linda’s take on the same events, it grows grim and then grimmer, which may do justice to her story even as it fails to illuminate the woman who was Linda Boreman — a k a Linda Traynor a k a Linda Marchiano — a k a Linda Lovelace.
“Lovelace” is rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). Rape and other violence.


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