Räpased jutud

või määrdunud rääkimine, kui uskuda seda, mis Google Translate väidab. Igatahes sattusin ühe sõbraga arutlema teemal, et kas eesti keeles ja kultuuriruumis on olemas selline nähtus nagu Dirty Talk. Kes pole antud mõistega tuttavad, siis tegemist on pm tihtilugu ropumapoolse kõneviisiga seksikuse eesmärgil (kas enne, pärast või seksi ajal).

Siikohal tervitaksin oma ema (lehvitab, nagu kaamera ees)!
Ehk ei tasuks sul edasi lugeda. Päriselt ka. Ja kui loed, siis teeme nii, et me seda lähemalt arutlema ei hakka, eksole. Olenevlt lävest aga võib tunduda suhteliselt vänge tekst.
Teistele samamoodi: omal vastutusel!

Niisiis, tagasi teema juurde: Dirty Talk.

Teispool ookeani on tegemist tuttava mõistega ning eks läbi erinevate filmide on seda ka siia imbunud, kuid eesti keelseid väljendeid, mis oleks analoogsed aga ei ajaks itsitama või ei kõlaks imelikult või häirivalt on äärmiselt raske leida.

Kõik on kindlasti kuulnud väljendit "Who's your daddy!?", aga mitte keegi meist ei tahaks keset seksi kuulda "Kes on su issi!?" Heal juhul võib see panna naerma või vastatakse viisakalt küsimusele (mis oleks ka päris huvitav), halval juhul ... noh. (Meenutab tuttavat, kes tahtis proovida, mis ta partner teeb kui ta keset seksi võõra naise nime hüüab. Tegi igatahes laksti vastu nägu ning seda käejälge oli nädalaid näha.)

Mis veel? "I'm your slut" või "be my whore" jms. Eesti keeles tunduks äärmiselt häiriv, kui sa oma partnerit voodis litsiks või hooraks nimetad. Mulle tundub nagu need on suht karmid väljendid meie maal. "Oooh, aaaah! Olen su prost!" ei oma ka just seda kõla. Samamoodi kohalikud sõnad Fuck asemel ei oma minu arust päris seda kõla. Nuss, nikk kepp (proovi seksikalt öelda Ma tahan sind nussida nagu nugis!) tundub kuidagi kahtlane. Võibolla huumorimeelega tehtav. "Fuck me!" asemel "Pane mind!" on äkki töötav.

Veel Ameerika klassikat. Kui kirehoos hüüaks mu partner "Jeesus Kristus!" või "Issand jummal küll!" siis ma arvaks pigem, et midagi hullu juhtus või et talle meenus, et ta unustas piima osta. Ja kohalik "Taara avita!" ei teeks asja paremaks.

Kui inglise keeles kasutatakse "ride" ehk ratsutama omajagu palju, siis meil on hobustega seoses pigem rautamine kasutusel. Mis on natuke kummaline, kui nüüd mõelda. Ratsutamine on kahe olevuse koostöö, rautamisel üks on paigal ja teine taob...

Omajagu on selles kõnepruugis ka väljendeid selle kohta kui nö katki üksteist (või siis pigem naist) tehakse. Stiilis, et homme käid sa karkudega. Olen kuulnud ka eesti keeles analoogiaid: homme jalad ristis või et jalad on pärast nagu makaronid (kõlab täiega seksikalt, ma tean. Eriti itaalastele. Neile meeldivad makaronid).

Mulle tundub, et nende väljenditega väga head lood meil ei ole. Kusjuures, ma ei suuda isegi meenutada head väljendit seksi ajal tehtavate häälitsuste kohta. On see oigamine või ohkimine? Kõlavad ka pigem negatiivse alatooniga. Kindlasti on midagi paremat olemas. Eks muidugi iga paarike leiutab omad väljendid, kui on vajadus. Heade väljenditena võiks ehk kasutada Genialistide laulusõnu nagu "anna mulle end" või "imeilus tüdruk ime", mis kuskil ajusopis ja kultuuriruumis juba olemas ja kõlavad nagu kah. Kes teab.

Aastaid tagasi lugesin ühest kohalikust Cosmopolitanist, kuidas eelmängu vürtsitada näiteks SMS'idega stiilis "Mu kliitor igatseb su keelt!", mis nagu väga hull ei olegi. Saaks oluliselt hullemini. Näiteks "Topi mind täis!" kõlab pigem nagu taksitermisti märg unenägu, mitte seksikas jutt. Või "Oi kuidas ma panen su tulema!" kõlab pigem nägu ähvardav küllakutse ämma juurde.

Kunagi ammu palus üks välismaalasest tuttav mul tõlkida kindlaid samasse kategooriasse langevaid fraase, plaaniga oma eestlasest tüdruksõpra nendega seksi ajal üllatada. Eks ma siis lasin oma loomingulise linnu lendu. Ei olnud lihtne, aga kindlasti leidlik ja ma olen 100% veendunud, et kui tüüp keset seksi "Fuck me stupid" asemel ütles "Truki mind tolaks" oli tüdruk kindlasti rohkem üllatunud kui mees ootas. Ei teagi kuidas see üllatus tal välja kukkus.

Võibolla, ma lihtsalt ei oska seksikat aga räpast juttu ajada ning ehk pole see minu teema. Võibolla aga on asi ka kultuurilises ja keelelises eripäras. Igatahes ... soovitan katsetada, pidavat tervislik olema. No ja kui ei tööta siis ehk saab vähemalt kõhutäie naerda. On ju meie keeles ka sõnal lustimine mitu tähendust ning miks mitte neid tähendusi kombineerida.

Ahjaa, ja häid lihavõtteid kõigile. Loodus tärkab ja munad ja jänesed ... sobib teemasse küll!

Miks mulle meeldib käia sekspoodides

See ei tulnud vist üllatusena? Mõne jaoks ikkagi tuli? Nojah siis. Igatahes nii see on ning külastatud on neid poode nii Eestis kui ka välismaal. Enne kui keegi mind selle pärast shopahoolikuks ristib pean välja ütlema, et ostnud olen ma siiski suhtliselt vähe asju ning pealegi leidub ka erandeid - mitte kõik sekspoed pole meeldivad

Esimest korda käisin ma ühes sekspoes teismelisena. See oli veel Pärnus. Üks inimene meie sõprusringkonnas (mida me tollel ajal nimetasime Kommuuniks, olgugi et kõik ikkagi kõigiga ei seksinud, aga nagu ma oluliselt hiljem teada sain siis khm omajagu asju oli küll. Mina lihtsalt ei olnud osa nendest asjadest) sai täisealiseks ning selleks oli tarvis sobilikku kingitust. Nii mängisime meiegi piisavalt täisealisi, ning sukeldusime poodi, millest eelnevalt olime vaid mööda käinud - üks sõber, kelle juures me tihti aega veetsime, elas poe kõrval. Meid oli mitu, kuid ma mäletan, et ma olin ainus kes suutis kingituse valimisega tegeleda, samas kui teised näitasid näpuga erinevate müügiartiklite peale ning kihistasid omaette itsitada. Tõsi, ka mina ei teadnud tollel ajal milleks kõiki neid asju kasutatakse, aga see ei ajanud mind naerma. Ma võin olla väga nilbe huumoriga, aga ma suhtun seksi tegelikult väga tõsiselt ning tegin seda mingil määral juba siis.

Tagantjärgi võin öelda, et selle Pärnu poe puhul oli tegemist ühe klassikalise mittehubase keldriga, millest enamiku võtsid enda alla VHS pornofilmid. Kas on asi selles, et pornot on tänapäeval niivõrd kerge internetist leida, aga sellised umbsed ja üldsegi mitte hubased (minu kogemuse järgi vähemalt) underground (ehk siis keldris) sekspoed on hakanud minu arust ära kaduma. Tõsi, ka Tallinnas olen ma hiljem käinud ühes samas stiilis poees ning see oli lihtsalt õõvastav. Mitte selle pärast, mida seal müüdi vaid selle pärast, kes (või mis?) neid asju müüs: arusaadavalt võltspäevitusega porgandi värvi ebamäärases eas naisterahvas neoonvärvides liiga pikkade (juba küünise mõõdus) kunstküüntega ning üleni leopardi laigulises riietuses. Võhh.

Sellele tagasi vaadates ning teiste kogemustega võrreldes võin ma kirjeldada, milline on minu arvates kõige meeldivam sekspoe müüja:

* Esiteks näeb ta välja nagu suvaline inimene tänaval. Ei midagi erilist, selle kõige paremas mõttes. See inimene võib olla sinu naaber, sinu tädi, sinu koolikaaslane või sõber. Sugu ega vanus ei mängi rolli niikaua kuni ta on täisealine. Ta on inimene nagu sina ning ka riietub suht keskmiselt. Nii ala või ülepakkuv riietus võib tekitada tunde, et kas sina või tema, aga üks teist on kindlasti väga vales kohas. Vormiriietusel ei ole aga intiimsemat tüüpi sekspoes kohta.

* Teiseks, ta teab, mida ta müüb. See ei tähenda, et ta on kõike proovinud, mis lettidel on, küll aga on ta arvatavasti mingil määral eksperimenteerinud. Kindlasti on ta lugenud erinevate inimeste tagasisidet ja arvamusi. Ta on seksuaalselt kogenud inimene, kes teab et inimese seksuaalsus on kirju ning häbeneda pole miskit. (ega seksuaalselt ebatolerantne inimene sinna vist tööle ei lähegi)

* Kolmandaks, ta suudab rääkida asjadest nii nagu on, häbenemata mingeid sõnu kasutada. Ei ole midagi kummalisemat kui sekspoe müüja, kes proovib sulle läbi lillede kirjeldada mõne vidina funktsionaalsust ja/või eesmärki. Mitte ainult pole see tobe vaid sellest on ka jube raske aru saada ning pole siis ju ime kui sa pärast miskit persse keerad (pun intended).

* Neljandaks on midagi, mida on kuidagi raske seletada. See on see, kui müüja pakub sulle kohvi. Või see kui ta küsib, isegi selle peale naerdes, et ega teil juhuslikult abikätt vaja pole. Ta on inimlik, sõbralik, võibolla natuke tobe, aga kindlasti päris ja kontaktivõimeline. Võimalik, et klient on väga häbelik ning sõna-aher, sel juhul on ju tema tööks olukord normaliseerida, juhtida vestlust õiges suunas ning leida kliendile sobiv lahendus. Sa ei saa kontakti kui sa ise seda ei paku.

Jah, see ei olnud mitte viimane kord, kui ma käisin sekspoes kingitust ostmas ning kui ma õigesti mäletan, ei olnudki see väga midagi erilist, mis me sealt tookord ostsime: peenise kujuline metallist võtmehoidja. Kes seda veel ei teadnud, siis enamikes sekspoodides on ka nö pila-nurk: koht kus on lihtsalt igasugu vidinaid, mis on täis täiskasvanute huumorit (näiteks joogikõrred, mille ots on peenise kujuga või tantra täringud jne). Mõned neist võivad tõesti olla tobedad, aga vahel on ka päris kavalaid ja kelmikaid asju. Pealegi võib nii mõnigi sealne asi seltskonna käima tõmmata - ega ma nilbet huumoritki ju päris niisama tee. Vahel avab see inimesed (icebreaker) ning peale selliseid teemasid on neil lihtsam omavahel rääkida ükstaskõik millest. See on nagu mingis äärmuses ära käimine, selleks et tava-asju oleks lihtsam rääkida.

Igatahes olen ma sekspoodides käinud nii üksi, seltskonnaga, partneriga kui ka lihtsalt sõbrale toeks. Leidub inimesi, kes on küll uudishimulikud, aga üksinda ei julge. See on okei. 

Ei, ärge saage minust valesti aru. Ma ei roni sekspoodi niipea kui mul vaba aega tekib, vaid siis kui on vaja või on tuju. (ning äkki aasta jooksul ei satugi kordagi, aga võibolla satub mitu korda). Ka poode on erinevaid. On neid, mis rõhutavad hubasusele ja kvaliteedile ning neid, mis rõhuvad kvantiteedile. Viimased ei ole just mu lemmikud. Ei ole midagi mitteseksikamat, kui käia külmetavaid dildosid täis kõledas ja jahedas laoruumis. Selles lihtsalt puudub intiimus ja lähedus. See intiimsus, mis ehk paneks sind midagi ostma või üldse läheduse ja seksi peale mõtlema. Samas kui seal on soe, sametist kardinad ja uhke tapeet, on tunnetus hoopis teine. Tõsi, pood mida ma külastasin Riias oli midagi intiimse poe ja laoruumi vahepealset. Dekoratsioone põhimõtteliselt ei olnud, aga kõik oli ilus ja korralik nagu tavalises poes ning müüjad sõbralikud ja abivalmid (ja said ilusasti inglise keelegagi hakkama). Ei olnud mingit kõledust ega ebamugavust ja see ehk ongi kõige tähtsam. Kuna seks on paljude jaoks veel tabuline teema, on minu arust väga tähtis, et klient ei tunneks ennast sellises poes ebamugavalt või imelikuna.

Ma olen täheldanud, et korralikus sekspoes käimine on kuidagi rahustav. Ma näen seal kui kirju ja mitmekesine võib olla inimene ning seda kuidas seda kõike aksepteeritakse. Tõsi, kuskil maal on muidugi ka piir (ka minul - ma tean see tundub uskumatu) ning ühes Inglismaa poes vaatas müüja mind küll kahtlase pilguga ja mingi hetk küsis mu T-särgi kohta, et mida see tähendab. Siis hammustasin ma läbi - mul oli seljas särk tekstiga The Nursery (see on ühe sealse improkooli nimi, samas aga tähendab see ka lasteaia sõime. Väiksed lapsed ja sekspood ei sobi ka minu arvates kokku.) Naljakas lugu, eksole. Samal reisul avastasin ma, et ma tean nendest asjadest, mis müügil on kuidagi palju. See juhtus umbes nii:

Läheneme seltskonnaga mingile viriinile. "Misasi see veel on?" küsib üks rikkumata tütarlaps. Seletan kuhu see asi pistetakse ja mida sellega tehakse, rõhutades et mõnele pakub pinget selline värk - maitse asi. Reaktsioon: "Eeeeeh...ahah...okei". Liigume järgmise vitriini juurde ja kordub sama, ning siis järgmine ja siis järgmine...

Kentsakaid juhtumisi ja kokkulangemisi on muidugi veel olnud. Näiteks sain ma kunagi telefonikõne sõbralt, kes helistas, sest tahtis minna sekspoodi. Üksi ei tahtnud minna - koos on julgem. Mida tal vaja oli? Anaaltappi. Mis tänaval olin ma seda kõne vastuvõttes? Ahtri. Lihtsalt ilus kokkulangevus.

Ma ei ütleks, et ma selles teemas miski ekspert oleks. Ka mina ei kujuta endiselt ette kuidas mõningaid asju, mis müügil on, täpselt kasutatakse, või kes neid kasutab, aga see kuidagi ei häiri mind. Inimese seksuaalsus on minu jaoks huvitav (vt seda inglise keelset postitust). Igaühel on omad kiiksud ning sellised poed paistavad just toituvat nende kiiksude pealt, normaliseerides neid. Ega pood ju ei osta sisse asju, mida keegi ei osta või mille vastu klientidel huvi puudub. Sa võid häbeneda ise oma voodielu või kahtlaseid soove, aga sellises poes oled sa üks paljudest klientidest ning üldse mitte nii hirmus või teistsugune. Sa oled aksepteeritud nii nagu sa oled ja see on tähtis. Need poed on selles mõttes brutaalselt ausad kohad.

See variatsioon, avatus ja tolerants, mis korralikes sekspoodides on, on kuidagi julgustav. See näitab, et meil on lootust ja et me suudame leppida ja hakkama saada üksteiste erinevustega ning see, kulla lugeja, ongi vist kõige tähtsam põhjus, miks mulle sekspoed meeldivad.

My Friends Will Know

I wanted to call this piece "Scenes about sex, connection and life", but decieded that it was giving too much away and was too straightforward. Also, most of my fiends are not surprised if I talk about these topics, some even expect it. So here you have it - random scenes in random order from my life about sex, connection and life.

*

It was about 7 or so years ago when I had to check a work thing while visiting a friend and asked to use his computer for it. He gladly helped me out. However I was surprised (even shoked) to notice that he had several porn sites stored in the browser bookmarks toolbar. Well in a way it made sense. You bookmark the sites that you visit and he was single man with a libido of Austin Powers.

I was not shoked because he watched porn. I was shoked because he had stored his visits and made it more easy, more at hand (pun intended).

Let me clarify. At that time sex for me was something that happened mostly in the dark and so did watching porn, both were something to hide (all men should know how to delete browser history). I had had a few partners, but I had not yet found the beast within - to be honest I even thought I was not really so sexual (and I also thought I was an introvert, boy are we wrong sometimes).

Last summer I had a coffee with the same friend and we talked about how the quality of porn had gone down or that maybe we had just grown up. 

That's life and friendship for you.

*

Finding your passion is a journey (goes with all kinds of passion). 

Mine started with a failed one night stand (if you need to drink 5 hours to get into the mood, then are you sure you really want this?). I still remember the feeling I had in the morning after. My life was a total mess. I had tried to find some comfort in passion and shared physical experience, but as it turned out: drinking might work well for the mood, but it does not go well with your bodily functions. 

Now I was mentally even in worse place than before. Everything was just merde (pardon my french).

So I went into a bookstore, to find something to read - to find something to escape into. I tried to numb my feelings, my deep dissapointment in the world and life itself.

I came out with a book called "Why is sex fun?". I deep dived into the book and the more I read, the more I understood how messed up we humans actually are compared to other spieces when it comes to the 'Oh, so natural and biologically programmed' thing called sex. 

Like it or not, lads and lasses, but we all are kinky as hell. Intercourse while preventing getting children? Only bonobos might understand it, maybe ... and they are using sex for allmost everything. Most animals would find our sexual habits just disgusting.

[On a sidenote: there is a theory that the big size of the human male genitalia  - gorillas have way smaller ones and get the job done just as well - is like a biologically designed disability. Like some male birds have tall tail feathers to attract females, so tall that they cannot fly properly. So the idea behind it is: "Check this out ladies! I have this huge disability! It gets on my way all the time, but as you see I am still alive. So I must be really great it staying alive as my disability does not make it easy. Lets make some offspring together!"]

*

A friend recently told me that according to Freud the two biggest topics in a persons life are death and sex and that I am a perfect example of that. True, these are the two topics I am really curious about (never mix them together!). The third topic I am really curious about is humor - it fits in well. These are also the topics that connect us all as humans.

I have some friends who can find an alternate (sexual) meaning in almost everything I say. True, I have cracked a lot of sex related jokes and some thoughts still come to me automatically. However it seems that I even do not have to put an effort into it (if you know what I mean) and lets be honest, the best jokes are the ones that come unintentionally (thats what she said).

*

I opened my eyes only to see how the spring sun gently played in the room and on the tender curves of the person sleeping next to me. We had slept only a few hours, max, however I did not feel tired. I felt the endorphins running through my body. There was sense of connection and gratitude. True, I was seeing several intimate friends (I do not like the term fuckbuddies) at that time - there was a date set up with another one for the next evening - but what we all were looking for was connection. Pure human connection, mainly physical, but if there was some mental connection aswell, there was nothing wrong with it. There were no strings attached, that was what we did and boy we were good at it. I woke her up gently and we had another round in the morning sun, before going to work.

[before you judge me, I did not play dirty. All intimate friends knew how many others I was seeing, protection was always used and there was full respect from all sides.]

*

Last year I read several books about sexuality, written by sex therapists. While the theory goes that sex is there to connect us, it seems that it also dissconnects us.

We have messed it up (like so many other things. All hail the human creativity of messing things up!). 

It is not a rule, but a lot of relationship problems are caused by sex. 

Classically men need pysical connection before they can share their thoughts and feelings, to realy open up, to talk with the partner. Women need the talking, sharing, being open etc so they would be interested in sex at all. You see the problem? I don't know if this is caused by the nature or nurture (there are different theories on that), but according to my humble opinion this is just pure evil. 

Not only are we humans, we are also animals. We have physical needs and mental needs and if there is deficiency in one of them, it will affect other areas. So just imagine being in a relationship while you cannot connect properly to your partner (she) as you are sexually frustrated. The only cure to it is to connect with partner so she would be interested in having sex as you need sex to be able to connect. Conspiracy theorists, is this something you can crack?

*

I felt how all my opinions about myself started to crumble.

True, I was seeing many girls. Not dating as such, but ... well. By the standards of many men I should have felt lucky and I did. I felt lucky that several girls saw something in me that I did not see. I felt as if they wanted my company out of pity for me and it was my job to make their time worthwhile. Why me? There was nothing special about me. While I did enjoy the company I also felt kind of a duty: duty to be in shape, duty to perform, duty to bring my guest as high as I could. To give something back for choosing me.

I am sure most of these girls would slap me after reading this and so would the person I am right now. Fortunatelly some of them slapped me then. Not so much pysically, but mentally. 

I remeber being awake and thinking about what had been said.

I had beaten (mostly) depression just some time ago, but my self image was still the same - I felt basically still a worthless piece of merde (pardon my french) wasting valuable space on the planet.

It was hard to digest but I started to see myself from another angle. 

From the angle of freedom, playfullness and sexuality.

*

I sometimes like to read bogs and there is also a sex blog I like to keep an eye on (never on a work computer). While there is so much nonsence around us, it talks about reality. I just like the honesty of it all. It is about relationships and intimancy without any make up - real and naked.

A few years ago I gave a lecture in Tartu and missed the last "normal" bus coming back to Tallinn. As I still had to work the next day I took the small night bus with highly overpriced tickets and small amount of seats. I sat down and as I did not want to fell asleep yet, I started reading the mentioned sex blog on my mobile. Someone sat next to me - it was only expected, the bus was small and fully filled up. 

After a few minutes of reading about sex, relationships and overall kinkyness I raised my eyes. Well, thats nice, the person sitting next to me was a nun.

*

I was home alone and crying - something that was really hard to do (and still is), but it was just a difficult topic to handle.

I had beaten depression (hopefully) and I had opened myself up for being really intimate and honest. However this meant that I had to accept what had been previously. I had worked on my thougths and thinking patterns in therapy several times, but I had not re-evaluated my memories from the new viewpoint. I had new experiences that changed everything.

I was doing the re-evaluation now, and it was hard to accept.

I had a really good female friend when I was a depressed teenager. A fried who was ready to listen, who was there, who was free and creative. During a year or so we had long discussions about meaning of life and pain. Only now did I understand that she had had a crush on me and all I did was talk about death. I just did not see it then. I did not see her like that. I was in deep darkness. And darkness was all I could share with her.

I understood it all now. It was about 10 years too late. 

There are no words to describe this feeling. 

"I am so sorry," does not even get close.

*

It was just good timing. I would not have believed it a few years ago, but now my life was different and I had had more experience in that topic. 

We had lecture about Gestalt therapy and were discussing the main emotions humans have. Playfullness and sexuality were put in the same box. I fully agreed.

*

I read the sex blog and discovered a site that was a thin line between art and porn.  It was called Beautiful Agony. It was a interesting concept.

"Beautiful Agony began as a multimedia experiment, to test a hypothesis that eroticism in human imagery rests not in naked flesh and sexual illustration, but engagement with the face. We wondered whether film of a genuine, unscripted, natural orgasm - showing only the face - could succeed where the most visceral mainstream pornography fails, and that is, to actually turn us on."

I read their idea, checked the free videos they had available and had to admit - it was the first sex related site ever where I felt I would be willing to pay for it. 

How silly it sounds in a way - just a video clip of someones face while they are having a real orgasm. All homemade. 

However there was so much intimacy, vulnerability and connection there. Just in the face. No need for nakedness or explicit close-ups of perfectly trimmed and coloured genitalia.

Later I showed the page to my girlfried and we watched a video together. 

She did not share my enthusiasm.

*

We were sitting in a small tavern, drinking coffee and talking about sex. We had been friends since I was eleven or so - I once even had a crush on her older sister - however this was the first time we touched these topics. True, we were doing it in our native language, hoping that no-one around us understands it. And if they did understand it, well maybe they could learn from it at least. 

It gave a new human connection to this long term friendship we had. It was about sharing.

*

We had been together only a few days. She had a sense of humor, the teasing and playfullness, her arms were experienced with touching. 

I had no idea where this was going, but it was fun. However I felt that something was still missing. I had not seen her true kinkyness yet (there had been verbal kinkyness, but not physical) - I was sure that everyone had one. Maybe it was hidden, but it was there.

Well you cannot force it, but you can lead the way.

Why go on a date if you can go to a sexshop together?

She did not protest, that was a good sign at least.

*

"And there is no gender or future in our language," I explain to an actor from France. 

He seems surprised.

"If I listen to you talk in Estonian, I do hear a lot of 'sex' and 'cock's' all the time," he remarks. 

Strangely enough I have to agree with it. Though, it is a funny thought that the language that inspired Tolkien to create the Elven language can sometimes sound so dirty.

*

And this is the unexpected ending (pun intended).