By Uncle Abdul

Some of you have perhaps heard of the use of Crisco in the early days of SM. Okay, it's a lubricant. You can understand its use in such activities as fisting... you know... inserting your fingers, hand, fist, forearm, elbow, whatever into the lower torso orifice of your choice. Come on now, not all of you online-only players! But I digress.

The Crisco sold in the stores today is a liquid that comes in plastic or glass bottles and is used for frying. But it wasn't too long ago that it was more a viscous white grease made from hydrogenated vegetable oils. It was used back then for frying also, and you can still buy vegetable shortening for the same purpose today. Of course modern health concerns have cast aspersions on the old solid stuff, but the molecular biological aspects of mastication, ingestion, and digestion are not the topics upon which I wish to dwell today.

In these days of designer sex lubricants it's hard to imagine the time when the only choices were spit, Vaseline, and ...you guessed it... Crisco. Crisco was cheap. It came in a can--sometime in large gallon size ones. It was oopy. It was goopy. And it was slicker than hot snot on a glass doorknob.

In fisting clubs such as the Catacombs large cans of this wonderful white lubricant were hung by chains off the chains holding up the leather slings. The fistee would rest himself (or herself) on the sling. Designed just right, the sling would present the little rosebud of the asshole at or about the level of the elbow of the fistor. Such fortuitous juxtaposition allowed for optimum angle, thrust, and very often pleasure.

The fistor's fist would then dip his(er) hand into the conveniently placed Crisco bucket getting an over-abundant coating on it--the hand, not the bucket. And whenever more was needed, it was always within easy reach. How much more convenience do you want? (Don't do this at home kids--unless you've studied the vagaries of anal and/or vaginal fisting play, and use the more modern sex lubes.)

The fact that the owners of the Catacombs had to wash the party room floor four times after each party was considered the necessary cost for the safety of the partygoers. However, 'safety' back then meant slipping hazard rather than disease transmission.

Alas the AIDS epidemic finally did in Crisco as a sex lube. In AIDS' earliest days when less was known about it, Crisco was being considered a possible vector of the disease. (But of course modern chemistry came to the rescue and gave us those wonderful sex lubes of today.)

There some of us around that still get twitching gonads at the smell of vegetable shortening. It brings to mind pleasant thoughts of the miasma of smells of Crisco, amyl (poppers), and musk; slippery floors; sticky leather slings; and the disco beat of 'Hallelujah Chorus 2000' punctuated by the moans of multiple fistees. Ahh... memories.

Chao-4-Now

Unc'