This is one of the dumber things I ever wrote. But I was happy to see that the site I linked to was still there all these years later, completely unchanged. Make sure to have your volume up.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
I don't talk too much about my personal repertoire on this site, because I don't like to give away too much of my rich thinking to the vultures who would just start performing my material without giving it near as much thought as it requires.
But now something has happened that requires me to talk about some of my personal performance material. As some people know my medium, so to speak, has changed a number of times over the past few years. I used to do only cards, then I specialized in a billiard ball manipulation act, then I worked with doves, and now I work solely with cum.
Yes, it's an untapped genre in close-up magic but I'm a bit of a trailblazer when it comes to my pet effects.
These effects include, but aren't limited too, my 3 Cum Monte, Cum to Light bulb, Liquid Sands (the liquid being cum), Lota Cock, a no-bullet version of the bullet catch, and my escape from a milk can (filled with cum).
And, of course, there are a number of slush powder based cum effects.
While not strictly semen related, I also perform a version of "Any Drink Called For" with my cock (a Thurston idea).
Now, I don't want to detail any of the exact workings of these effects because they are precious to me. But here's a cum based gag that you can throw into your existing repertoire. It's based on the old "52 pickup" joke. You approach someone and say, "Would you like to play 1 mop-up?" When they agree to the game you shoot your load on the floor and say, "Bitch, mop that up."
Anyway, the reason I bring this all up is because this branch of magic whose secrets I have so closely guarded, the branch of magic I originated, is being stolen out from under me and I'm not even getting any credit. This asshole even stole my jazzy theme music!