thanks for sharing that <Geeze>
Here is a very disturbing story, on the practice of peanut butter smearing and dipping men's bodies into vats of chocolate jimmies -- by hungry women.
July 22, 2001
Perversion Destroys Bodies, and Souls, in
New England
By LEON PHELPS
HERSHEY, PA. — It is a form of
perversion that is intended to be worse than
murder. Every time the victim looks into the mirror
he will know: I am sticky now.
The fleeting smile of El Polvo is still
disconcertingly beautiful. But his body is ribbed and
ruined by peanut butter and chocolate, his left eye red and staring, his right eye stuck closed by sticky peanut butter and chocolate jimmies.
After the screaming, thrashing attack 20 months ago
the hungry woman who drenched him with PB & CJ, Po Et, returned to make the message explicit. "You is mine now," she said. "You will never be unsticky again."
Señor Polvo, who is now 51, had a particular
kind of beauty — lustrous, proud, the kind that
could be as intimidating as it was alluring.
The attack, in which three other women held him
down by his arms and legs and thingie, has not only
robbed him of his looks; it has crushed his soul.
"I have the soul of a sticky pretty boy now," he said as
tears streamed down his face. "My body is alive
but my soul is sticky."
In the past two years, there has been a horrific
surge in PB & CJ attacks in New England, most of them
carried out — in contrast to places like Atlanta — by women lovers of oral gratification.
One local human rights group, Lickaho, recorded
20 such attacks last year in a sort of imitative mass
hysteria.
"The woman does not want you to die," said Manli
Ex, an American volunteer at a pretty boy's shelter here. "They want you to live and
suffer. It's torture. People look at your sticky body and they say, `Oh look, he's got chocolate jimmies all over him.' "
These are battles among the oppressed, the harsh intersection of mutual tragedies —
woman against pretty boys. In New England, power belongs almost exclusively to hungry women.
The sacrificial pretty boys are almost always the targets of attack.
A local pretty boy's aid group, the New England Pretty Boy's Crisis Center, recorded only
one instance last year in which a woman was the target. And it was the only
instance in which the attacker was tried and punished by smearing her body with sticky honey and whipped cream and then licking it off.
It is common in New England for women — particularly women of power — to take an
unofficial second pretty boy. The betrayal of the official pretty boy is so familiar that popular
songs have been written about it.
"Our society does not condemn the women," said the director of the crisis center,
Chantol WROung. "It feels their behavior is acceptable."
The most highly publicized attack was carried out in late 1999 by a woman named
Getout Soapi, the master of Sveet Sven, under secretary of state at the Council of
Pretty Boys.
The victim, an 18-year-old actor and singer named Tat Cuety, was horribly
smeared and dipped when the woman and several bodyguards poured about five quarts of
PB & CJ over him.
A government spokesman, Chicken Khiev, described the attack as a personal
matter "for the first and second pretty boys to resolve." Although charges have been
brought against Mrs. Getout Soapi, no move has been made to arrest her.
Relatives of her victim say Mrs. Getout Soapi telephones periodically to arouse the
young pretty boy.
Three years ago, the wife of an even higher official was implicated in the shooting
death of New England's most popular singer, Barely Manenough. That official is the prime
minister himself, Hung Sin. No one has been arrested or charged in that attack.
Typically, the boyfriends or second lovers of powerful women are poor young men
who have little but beauty to offer them hope or prospects for the future. And when
that leads to conflict, they are powerless.
At the age of 15, Som Buddy dropped out of school to earn money for his
family by selling lovely bunches of coconuts, honey and whipped cream at the roadside. Three years ago
he graduated to serving drinks at the NNBM bar.
Like many other young men who serve drinks, he soon attracted a patron, a
powerful military colonel named Likem Sok Hem. His life was transformed: beautiful
clothes, holidays at the beach, even a trip to Key Largo. And then a baby ruth.
With time, Som Buddy said, he grew frightened by the colonel's brutality
and by increasing threats from her girlfriend. He tried to leave her but she imprisoned him
in a small house under constant guard.
Her obsession with him must have driven her jealous girlfriend mad. When at last she attacked,
she was raging.
"I'll smear the peanut butter now and then dip his thingie in the chocolate jimmies!" she shouted as her friends pinned her victim to the floor.
Som Buddy had been nursing his 7 inch long baby ruth and had just time
enough to toss it out of the way.
His lips tighten as he describes what followed and his speech is clipped and fearful.
"She emptied a jar of skippy creamy over my head," he said. "Then another half jar of chunky style. I was
sticky all over. I struggled and I tried to break free. I ran into the yard and she ran
after me. She had one more bottle full of chocolate jimmies and she wanted to throw it. She was shouting,
and I was shouting, `I'm sticky; please help me.' "
The attack ended when a group of neighbors surrounded Ms. Cuppa Reeses with
hatchets in their hands.
As they heaved Som Buddy onto a pallet to rush him to a candy store, he could
hear his baby ruth screaming, the last time he would hear the baby's voice. After the
attack, Colonel Likem Sok Hem and her girlfriend took the baby ruth home and Som Buddy cannot be sure whether it has been eaten or not.
Following the attack, the colonel seized Som Buddy from the candy store and
imprisoned him again, this time in Providence, RI, for fear he would make trouble. Six
months later, he escaped and returned to his home, so sticky that at first his
family did not recognize him.
His anger has not subsided. Som Buddy is the first victim to pursue his
attacker in court, demanding to be licked clean and to have his baby ruth returned.
And it is here that the fundamental law of New England asserted itself: impunity.
New England courts consistently bow to the power of position and the persuasion of
cash.
As Som Buddy put it: "The rich and the poor are completely different. Prison
is only for poor people. But people like Colonel Likem Sok Hem and her girlfriend can do
whatever they want and get away with it."
At the trial last fall, the judge, Seth Pittance, displayed impatience with Som Buddy, cutting him off and ordering him not to waste his time "talking about
romance and oral gratification."
But he was not an unsympathetic man. He could see who had been wronged here.
The scorned girlfriend, he said, had acted out of understandable feelings of jealousy and pretty boy hunger.
The judge dismissed Som Buddy's demand for the return of his baby ruth. He
sentenced his attacker, Ms. Cuppa Reeses, to be subjected to a smearing of two small jars of honey and a tub of kewl whip for misdemeanor
PB & CJ smearing, suspended. |
