The Six Bangsar audience roared.
The emcee goes “GIVE IT UP FOR DJ FORESKINNNNNNN!!!’.
Horny hetero Malay couples paused their grinding to clap for the goofiest set ever played at Jalan Telawi 3. Malay girls dressed like Pink Pantheress screamed WHAT THE FUUUCK, in the most orgasmic, bisexual way.
DJ Foreskin – this Malay bitch with her sun in Leo, grins widely, loving the celebration…… satisfaction from delivering sonically queer and fucked up pleasure to the ears of an alien yet local crowd was filling her bones.
I knew it. I knew they’d fuck with this shit. Straight-people clubs aren’t that straight after all. If my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, I think I saw my brother Wajdi (he’s 21) twerking to my remix of Charli XCX – 365 next to his girlfriend Trisha.
What I saw from behind the DJ booth were jahiliah behaviour. I think it scared the bouncers and security guards.
“We have never seen anything like this….” “Why were the Malay boy regulars tying up their Harimau Malaya jerseys into a crop top????? … And where did the glitter under their eyelids come from????!!”
“Akhir zaman…..”
Why was this such a shock to them? I was playing an Ayesha Erotica remix of Bhad Bhabie?! Of course the boys wanted to fuck each other?? I took on this (un)holy role of a DJ to spread ajaran sesat.
There’s this sadistic and narcissistic pleasure that I get deep in my crotch when I get to control the body & soul of my prey with every twist and turn of the knobs on my glitter-embroidered mixer.
With every cunt beat I slam onto the dancefloor, I could sense the collective ass claps and hip gyration from these boys who call themselves men. I know those cheeks have not been clapped in a while – from the dust flying out their ass cracks.
Jantan. Ye la tu.
How long throughout my set did you forget you have a girlfriend? Did I make you forget about her? When I didn’t play a single Ed Sheeran song? This is not your regular night in Bangsar bitch. You will never forget this poison that I left in your balls.
Remember how good it felt when you grinded on your homie’s hard bulge to the beat of my Ice Spice x August Fear – Isap Kote remix? I bet you could never experience anything close to that when other DJs play Taylor Swift – Love Story. Well….. maybe you could, if they made it a Jersey remix.
As a DJ, I get to have you perform for me. I demand that you do. And you do it so helplessly. The moment you enter DJ Foreskin’s lair, you’re a puppet. A piece of meat for me to control with invisible strings.
Bak kata pepatah Taylor Swift: “All along there were invisible strings… tying you to me.”
Tonight, I made you into shape-shifting meat. Changing the shape & rhythm of your masculinity to my Track IDs. In this universe, I code you. I get to decide the input to your programming. The world outside these Bangsar walls that privilege your existence – I get to take away, for one night.
Don’t forget me, for now I am your favourite club’s favourite DJ. Don’t forget me as I have made you carve out a smile. A smile so manis, so berahi…. and so songsang.
Your ass wasn’t even on molly.
Now stop asking me for my track IDs & go home. It’s 4.30 am.
Aside from a DJ wannabe, raver and corporate slave, Wufffa is an anti-capitalist queer baby-witch on a journey of figuring out what the fuck is going on ^_^ . Art is her soul purpose and she looks forward to discovering further her most authentic self, building genuine & loving connections with community and just being silly & goofy while she’s at it. Embracer of multitudes.