August Ames & How To Mourn a Dead Porn Star

I don’t know if I’ve pulled my dick to her or not but I do remember August Ames as having a nice booty even though she never made it into any of my lists of either white girls with donks or twerking compilations.

My fondest – and I know that word seems contextually cheesy – memory of Ms. Ames was watching her in a threesome on “Blacked”; you know that interracial porn site/company, with Rob Piper and Abigail Mac, a white girl I did actually used to pull it to (a lot).

Now I hear (and read) that Ms. Ames has died and the reason couldn’t have been more senseless than if she had died in a imperialistic war for oil.

From reports on Twitter and the New York Daily News, Ms. Ames killed herself, apparently because she got dragged for having once refused to do a porn scene with an actor she was aware had done gay porn.

This was, of course, her choice.

What’s more interesting, frightening, ridiculous mean and absurd was that there were people bullying her because of that choice.

And I know, just earlier today, I wrote something that could (wrongly) be construed as pro-bullying – which I am, in fact, against – but while I’m damn sure that murder is the wrong response to non-physical bullying, suicide seems almost inanely tragic as a response to cyberbullying.

Yet, instead of suggesting that suicide due to cyber-bullying is something you’d more expect from a teenager than a 23 year-old, or postulating that there must already be something weird in the psyche of a person that fucks on screen for cash, let’s consider again how in this land of the free, choice is no longer, well, free.

How can we forget lynch mob vilification that overtook the entire country when LeBron James decided to “take his talents to South Beach”.

If anybody ever thought that Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation also included 6’8″ Negroes, they musta missed the fine print!

And what is it with this pathologically enforced need for everybody to like each other anyway?

Why can’t there be racists, xenophobes and homophobes if that’s what people want to be?

Wouldn’t that be freedom?

Now a young woman is dead because she chose – from her argument, for her health’s sake – to choose her own sex partners.

This, of course, leads me to suspect that her bullies were people that objected to her having rejected an actor for prior gay film experience.

The further leads me to suspect that her bullies were, themselves, gay.

So lemme just say something to you fags: even though I find your homo actions, vile, gross, heinous and disgusting, y’all have got no greater friend in the world than Dickie Bhee!

Why?

Because unlike those sanctimonious frauds who smile in your faces and tell you that you’re lovely and you’re not different and what you’re doing is “cool” and we should love and accept all then go away and nod their heads to bible verses calling that shit y’all do an “abomination”, I couldn’t even worship a God that would exclude an otherwise great guy just because he was Goddamn cocksucker.

So there.

But the questions becomes, have y’all noticed that the paradigm has changed?

Have y’all noticed that y’all – the fags I’m meaning here – are more often the bullies now and less often the bullied?

If you have noticed, the you should remember that it wasn’t cool when it was done to you, so how can you think it’s cool now that you’re doing it?

RIP August Ames.

That shit wasn’t cool.

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.
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