21 Savage Needs a Pill & Why Porn is Doomed

It’s been warm in New York these last couple of weeks so I’ve taken my run back to the streets.

I hit Prospect Park in Brooklyn about 3 times and I hit Central Park once, listening to the radio all the while.

So “No Heart” by 21 Savage comes on.

Now, aside from the jury still being out on this guy because he’s killed more niggas with his lyrics than the Transatlantic Slave Trade, he had a line in this particular song that I found a little more than disturbing:

He spit: “she so thick/I don’t even need a pill

I was like, WTF???

A pill?

Ain’t this nigga, like, 24 years old?

Remember, when Viagra first came out, that shit was intended exclusively for geezer old men and people with medical conditions, not a rapper that’s supposed to be in his prime.

If you need pills to fuck bitches and you’re 24, you’re:

  1. Not really that into bitches in the first place
  2. Not into the particular bitches that you’re fucking
  3. Ruined somehow by an oversaturation of sexuality and sexual imagery

And let’s hope that for 21 Savage’s sake, it’s the last of those options.

Y’all know from reading me about my, er, problems with pornography.

And like many an ex junkie I still occasionally find myself “chipping“.

Still, that shit is dangerous.

My uncle told me so many years ago that I was barely standing steady on two feet not to fuck with porn because it would, as he put it, “Keep your dick from getting hard.”

And while, yeah, sure, like any nigga that’s had his share of pussy – and you know your boy Dickie Bhee has – I’ve had occasional “flameouts”, “flat tires” and “dead batteries”.

That shit happens.

Sometimes your shit just will not move.

Got so bad once, I had this sexy fat bitch with a monster ass blowing my “dead body” and to whom I ultimately had to say, “Uh… you can, uh… stop now.”

But when choosing between whether we as a species will go all virtual, Children of Men impotent and sterile or put away porn collectively, I’d bet on the latter and I’ll tell you why:

One of my favorite Jerry Seinfeld quips is when he joked that whatever a woman had covered was what men wanted to see.

He said a bitch could come out onstage butt-naked except for a hat and every dude in the audience would be dying to see her hair.

That shit’s true.

That’s why teasing, burlesque and strip shows are back.

If you can see the grossest, filthiest, butt-fucking, cock-slobbing, double-rimming, double-penetration, fisting and felching with just a click, that shit gets old quick.

It’s no wonder then why some 50 year old white bitch that goes around calling herself “Farm Girl” has the hottest videos on the internet despite the fact that she ain’t doing shit in them.

And I am not one of those “Crisis of the American Male” dudes.

Nor am I, despite or maybe because of my genuine love and respect for women, some kinda pussy-ass feminist.

But if there’s one thing you can be sure of, it’s that hardcore pornography both warps and distorts your appreciation for real bitches.

You get off that shit for as little as a week and you’ll see some bitch you passed all week on the street and be like, “Wow, she’s bad and I never noticed!”

Of course you didn’t.

You were on porn, so in order to think she was bad, you’d have needed her to drop to her knees and blow some random dude at the bus stop.

About the Author

dickiebhee
Dickie Bhee is a self-styled lunatic, a Renaissance showman, a Class A, Grade A buffoon, a nigga that believes in the greatness of Niggerhood a social gadfly and a genuine Man About Town. Also: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01E7NYMP4

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