BRAVE
STUNNING
BEAUTIFUL
video still from live london performance, something about lit candles,;wind chimes and inserting lit candles into anus.
If only the dancers in this group clenched their sphincters as tightly as i'm clenching my jaw typing this out...
Then perhaps i wouldn't be writing this diatribe and you wouldn't be reading it, and we could all go on our merry way contentedly.
That is not the case with the uniquely breathtaking cutting edge performance artists known collectively as Young Boys Dance Group.
As there is so much material to consider and so many lines of philosophical inquiry to explore, it is going to take me several posts to cover YBDG and a lot of the more unexplored phenomena sufficiently that is currently on display, going so viral.
Quick Rundown
Here is a series of screenshots I took on facebook showing my introduction into YBDG.
1) NSFW!
Screenshot of first encounter with YBDG, taken from Vice Thump magazine near end of November 2017.
Here is a link to archived version of this YBDG article. I'm sure if you want to see all the amazing pictures displayed in this article you will find original article but I won't feel comfortable linking to it here.
The article was shared on facebook near end of November 2017 but it seems to have been first published on the vice.thump website in March 2017.
2) Reported.
Videos and photos uploaded at the time to the Young Boys Dancing group facebook page were very explicit both in showing anal penetration along with nudity. The article by the facebook Vice Thump page was reported to facebook too.
The complaint made was regarding the nudity being clearly visible on thumbnails and on the YBDG facebook page itself..
I was very suprised to receive a response within 4 hours of flagging YBDG's facebook posts and the article written and shared on facebook by vice.thump. I had a fleeting moment of pleasure that facebook did take my flagging seriously. They must have believed that posts and groups which showed bare asses with green lasers stuffed into their anus was inappropriate.
Imagine my shock when I received another response from Facebook within another 10 minutes.
Oh my lawdy, did facebook actually care about keeping it's platform above the belt?
3) Oh Fuck Off.
I felt quite chuffed to have been responsible for having this kind of unsuitable content showing hardcore sexual acts and nudity removed from a medium that children often interact with. It was especially meaningful to me because the removal of the content represented a victory of the little guy with morals and ethics winning against Vice Magazine and a dance group of anal gymnasts who appeared to flaunt their asses in a $10-budget dystopian aesthetic performance.
So when a friend informed me that within a day or two it reappeared, back on facebook
I
GOT
ANGRY.
4) And I left.
As soon as I found out the YBDG was back on facebook I checked out their page. In between going through the YBDG page with me noticing that they had removed some of their more affronting full frontal videos and photos, more reports were made for nudity. Eventually facebook just kept on sending this same response over and over again to each valid report before I decided well facebook is not for me anymore then.
I could not in good faith share information about myself and my mundane life on a platform where you were allowed to shove lasers into your anus and "dance" in a manner akin to ketamine-addicted tertiary student squatters; so sallow and weak from how exhausting it all is that backing tracks of distorted Enya and ghost in the shell do make a fitting audio accompaniment. I could not hold down the bile rising up my throat to see how this sort of display, so blatant and unnecessarily fixated on the anus, celebrated by #MSSM (MainStreamSocialMedia). I realised there was no place on facebook for me anymore. I was also so gobsmacked that a #MSSM (MainStreamSocialMedia) juggernaut would take such a risk in the face of what already a very disconcerting trend being uncovered of adult content being targeted at children.
So i left.
How deep can you go?
With shoving objects up your arse in a gallery setting and still have the confused cud-chewing flock of wine quaffing postmodernists along with their obsequious pawns being the stinky art students? How far can whatever arbitrary limits are being tested by such penetration-as-performance go and still have the aforementioned culture vultures pay to attend?
Here's a screencap from the VICE Article where they interview one of the YBDG trope. Look how mincingly he delights in making the reader squirm with the details described.
On a contrary note, I would most definitely pay to watch an event where performers such as YBDG do go too deep in their penetration and end up shitting blood all over the stupefied audience. It would be bemusing to see if the Young Boys Dancing Group gets as close to the extreme edge of performance as GG Allin did with his bleeding and shitting on stage. Let's see whether there could be a burgeoning era upon us of this sexually liberated group becoming a way of life that captures the imagination and rectal cavities of the world, filling them up with joy and lasers.
These performances are simply stunning, brave and beautiful. Such wistful performances full of meaning and actions have enthralled most of Europe already with it's titillation, bespoke costumery and profound choreography.
The only limits are your imagination and the horizon which the sunsets over every night.
It's so exciting that it appears the youth of today (probably moreso my gen Y demographic than gen Z) must express their overwhelming visceral reaction to their adult consciousness coming into being in very insalubrious ways.
We are truly upon the cusp of the post-modern equivalent for the Renaissance period. And i'm just so quivering in pent-up repression that's sooooo ready to be deconstructed while the world awaits the next iteration of a YBDG-type phenomena. Perhaps synchronized shitting dance group in olympic pools done to the inspiring dulcet tones of Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong.
I'm sure facebook could bankroll such an avant-garde performance and push it to the eager #mssm masses.
I'm not that angry.
After all, people are entitled to engage with whatever debauched and orgasmic sexual acts they so desire as long as it's between consenting adults...
BUT
I like researching. I like trying to find out more about whatever I think i know. I like to look beyond what is in my face (in this case, especially so).
To do so effectively you cannot rely on one search engine, especially google and it's products. In a way they are #MSSM too. So I will end part one on an uncanny coincidence that occurred when I used start page as my search engine.
Thanks for reading and hang tight for part two.