It's not like I haven't pushed this video enough in the last year but it's always fun to talk about cunnilingus (and yourself) so, let's go. In 2015, I made a short video titled GOEF JOSEF, aka Go F*ck Yourself, on the subject of Female Sexual Desire in India. It was selected to be a part of Sandbox Collective and Goethe Institut's Project Gender Bender '15 and was later screened at the Femmes Arts Video Festival at Gallery Tally in Los Angeles. So, ha. Here it is, so you can brief yourself for this critical analysis of the cunning linguists. Do please take notes.

Ok, so what you may have gathered from a first viewing is that there is some unsatisfactory oral sex that takes place, resulting in a nuclear war, Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball, and everyone's a bad bitch too. However, the reason I'm putting myself through the pain of re-watching me in a kanjeevaram, getting fake gone-down on by a friend while my poor father had to shoot the whole thing is because there are a few more things that I tried to "artistically express" while making faces into Photobooth.

First of all, the video starts with me calling “Super Ma" (who is also my biological ma and is as much and way more of the purple wigged superwoman in real life as she is in the video) to complain about 1) all this perfect Indian woman shit and 2) bad quality lip service. This was essentially to pose this thought/question - why is it such a big deal to talk about sex and that too with our parents who are supposed to love us and who created us, by, guess what, bonking!

Back to the video. After the appearance of Super Ma, there's some shrieking "What do women want?" Honestly, this was just me trying to take the piss because when I Googled, YouTubed and used my other multimedia detective sources to find out what women want, in particular, what Indian women want, I was surprised to learn that apparently we all want "slightly well adjusted, moderately liberal, OK cooks and occasional diaper-changer” type husbands. Whaaa? Is that all? Why isn't anybody talking about lovely, beautiful, take-me-to-the-moon and back cunnilingus? Surely that would be a better indicator of a giving person?

I really don't want to do a frame-to-frame type thing, but essentially bringing in the Magistrate was also because Indian women are constantly being told by figures of authority, how to be, what to do, where to sign, what to say and even how to dress, all the f*cking time. Short of them telling us how to bang, which they have in fact tried to do, there isn't much space left for anything else. Given all this, they may just as well legislate our orgasms, right?

The things that follow, i.e. the cannabis, wet dream, lesbian, tearing babies head's off stuff, is hopefully not too hard to grasp and there's always Snoop and naked Miley to help you along if it gets a little too what-the-f*ck. If it come to that point where you see a plane crashing into MG Road and are beginning to reconsider the amount of time you spend on the internet, just take a deep breath and remember that apology activism will get you nowhere, but yelling "I want the cunniling that lingers, sing with your fingers, show me what you got you motherf*cking dingu-us" is kinda fun and will piss a few people off.

In an ideal world made of rainbows, butterflies and perfect understanding I would like GOEF JOSEF to be appreciated (or loathed) for all these qualities that I tried to portray. However, a few months after I made it YouTube official, I was shattered to learn that the specific word I chose to open my oh-so-rad, so young, so with-it video was outdated and rather poorly known amongst those of my generation. What.the.hell.you.guys... CUNNILINGUS! Anyway, hopefully now with this brief introduction and, if still necessary, maybe a dictionary, it won't seem like we started a water gun/nuclear war for no reason whatsoever. Clearly, the cunnilingus in the video was sub par stuff.

Whatever. Basically I made a crazy video and had the time of my life because I got my 85-year-old grandfather who disapproves of even the word “hell" to star in it. I had my little tiny cousins also starring and prompting lines, my family popping a bottle of champagne one Sunday to help me finish shooting it. My father got so obsessed with the special effects that it ended up being a way cooler war than I could have ever imagined. My awesome friends got super into doing dance dream-sequences and street chases. And all this for a video about cunnilingus and female sexual desire that completely takes the piss, while not taking any shit.

So voila, here’s to inter-generational sex conversations.