After playing with Jimi's penis for AT LEAST AN HOUR at the Seattle Erotic Art Festival—an actual and authentic Cynthia Plaster Caster edition of Jimi Hendrix's penis—I got to wondering about the hotly debated, potentially memory-desecrating sex tape that came out almost exactly one year ago. Cynthia, along with the world's other most-famous-est rock groupie, Pamela Des Barres, contributed commentary to a 45-minute "sexumentary," plainly titled Jimi Hendrix: The Sex Tape.

"No doubt about it," states Cynthia. "That's Jimi Hendrix's dick, and I should know." Pamela goes on to say, "Hendrix liked to be filmed having sex. He's the ultimate adult-film movie star. I understand why everyone wanted to sleep with the guy. He played like an all-encompassing rock orgasm. He reeked of sex." WATCH THE TRAILER.

Many, of course, disputed the validity of the mere 11 minutes of 8 mm footage, which has no sound and shows an Afroed black man, wearing only some '70s-pimp-ish rings and a bandanna, having a threesome with two skinny white chicks in a dimly lit room. Dude looks wasted. Or maybe already dead. His full face is only on screen for a couple of seconds.

Seattle-based firm Experience Hendrix, which controls the rights to the star's music and likeness, stated in a press release: "We strongly dispute the claimed authenticity of the tape. We view the release as nothing more than a callous attempt to trade on the image and reputation of a deceased artist who is unable to defend himself against such an outrageous and baseless assertion."

To which Vivid Entertainment head honcho Steven Hirsch replied, "The press release from Experience Hendrix is not in any way a refutation of the authenticity of Jimi Hendrix: The Sex Tape. Vivid took considerable time and spent a substantial sum of money to authenticate the footage, and we are very comfortable that this is the real thing."

Whatever. He said, she said.

But this is old news. It's now a year and several million viewings later, and still no one can prove "real" or "fake." I just watched it again, for the umpteenth time, and I still can't decide. I want to believe it's real. The world seems like a better place if Jimi really did have a monster cock and once, years ago, for better or worse, let someone film a rock and roll threesome in some trashy post-concert hotel room.

But we'll never know, will we?

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Maybe it's time to head out to Greenwood Memorial with a Ouija board and settle this thing once and for all. recommended

Watch it at Vivid.com, or buy a super-saver copy here.