Thursday, May 19, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
All about cocks
I never saw Helen again. It's a case of having found a good one among ripoffs, but the next one should be better, for less and live down the road. I did check up her website occasionally to see how she was. Finally she got a boob job and have names for the girls. Then she faded away.
It was a long time after Helen, perhaps more than a year, that I though of seeing someone like "her". I wanted to see a beautiful cock and see if my happy memories come back. But more importantly, what is attached to it is much more important. For shemales I had higher standards, more beautiful and feminine than average escorts, more polished (as in makeover). Cock is not that important but I would like to see a beautiful one just like Helen's.
Once I was in Hollywood so in a hurry I grabbed the phone number of a porn star with a website. She had a couple of reviews spread over a long period, and the reviews were mixed. I thought I could overcome that with my charm.
But I was wrong. What the few spread over reviews meant was that occasionally someone may call her, which doesn't mean that she is good or bad. The mixed reviews mean that either she find someone, or her supporters themselves wrote a good review for her to balance out the bad reviews. If it's all bad nobody will call.
Anyway she greeted at her home in Hollywood among the flyovers. She wasn't the goddess I saw in her front page. She must had her website for a couple of years - that sort of paying porn site. I didn't thought of that. She did have more update pictures on the 2nd page or deeper. So I couldn't complain.
But she did greeted me in a bikini with enhanced boobs. She wasn't bad at all. Not a goddess like but quite beautiful and feminine.
Cocks didn't come into it. I would imagine and fuck her like a beach babe. I played with her cock a bit but not like at Helen's, when evolution didn't prepare me for. The shemaleness only come about when it's decision time, me on top or bottom, she asked. I'm opened minded but I couldn't resist to be on top. And she wouldn't allow two shots, one for me and one for her. To this date I'm still a virgin, back there.
Once her ad pop-up in front of my face. I couldn't resist to see if she was that beautiful. Indeed you cannot tell at all if she wasn't a 100% woman. After some foreplay I kissed on her cheek gently. She turned and looked at me as if saying "what the heck are you doing!".
Actually she had a nice cock. With her standing up next to the bed, I knelt down and sucked away. Not earth shaking as Helen's (which I didn't remember much), but I enjoyed it. She said I was good, and I knew she meant it. She's a straight talker who didn't talk much. But I think we all have natural talents, just do what we want to be done on.
Came to think about it, cocks don't normally come into it because how many woman escorts you made them excited for real? For these girls, if they didn't have an erections, I wouldn't have noticed and would have treated them as a woman. This girl was somehow excited during foreplay, got a decent erection, so I noticed and play some more.
Also, I tried sucking with a raincoat. It was totally a turn off with the smell of rubber. I understand Emma, the orally fixated, who never asked me to put any rubber on before she played her cat and mouse game. She would kill your cock but let it live at the last minute, so she could play another round, and another.
She led me onto the doggy position without asking. But I was too tight for her to get anywhere. So she had to do bottom. After that, she told me her other name to differentiate me from other callers. Her "what the hell are you doing" look disappeared and she was smiling while putting her clothes back on.
It was she who I thought of teaming up to fuck Chanel until she had multiple orgasms. I would enjoy watch so I wouldn't mine paying. I would have thought the bottleneck would be Chanel. But this "girl" turn me flat down. No girls for her.
It was a long time after Helen, perhaps more than a year, that I though of seeing someone like "her". I wanted to see a beautiful cock and see if my happy memories come back. But more importantly, what is attached to it is much more important. For shemales I had higher standards, more beautiful and feminine than average escorts, more polished (as in makeover). Cock is not that important but I would like to see a beautiful one just like Helen's.
Once I was in Hollywood so in a hurry I grabbed the phone number of a porn star with a website. She had a couple of reviews spread over a long period, and the reviews were mixed. I thought I could overcome that with my charm.
But I was wrong. What the few spread over reviews meant was that occasionally someone may call her, which doesn't mean that she is good or bad. The mixed reviews mean that either she find someone, or her supporters themselves wrote a good review for her to balance out the bad reviews. If it's all bad nobody will call.
Anyway she greeted at her home in Hollywood among the flyovers. She wasn't the goddess I saw in her front page. She must had her website for a couple of years - that sort of paying porn site. I didn't thought of that. She did have more update pictures on the 2nd page or deeper. So I couldn't complain.
But she did greeted me in a bikini with enhanced boobs. She wasn't bad at all. Not a goddess like but quite beautiful and feminine.
Cocks didn't come into it. I would imagine and fuck her like a beach babe. I played with her cock a bit but not like at Helen's, when evolution didn't prepare me for. The shemaleness only come about when it's decision time, me on top or bottom, she asked. I'm opened minded but I couldn't resist to be on top. And she wouldn't allow two shots, one for me and one for her. To this date I'm still a virgin, back there.
Once her ad pop-up in front of my face. I couldn't resist to see if she was that beautiful. Indeed you cannot tell at all if she wasn't a 100% woman. After some foreplay I kissed on her cheek gently. She turned and looked at me as if saying "what the heck are you doing!".
Actually she had a nice cock. With her standing up next to the bed, I knelt down and sucked away. Not earth shaking as Helen's (which I didn't remember much), but I enjoyed it. She said I was good, and I knew she meant it. She's a straight talker who didn't talk much. But I think we all have natural talents, just do what we want to be done on.
Came to think about it, cocks don't normally come into it because how many woman escorts you made them excited for real? For these girls, if they didn't have an erections, I wouldn't have noticed and would have treated them as a woman. This girl was somehow excited during foreplay, got a decent erection, so I noticed and play some more.
Also, I tried sucking with a raincoat. It was totally a turn off with the smell of rubber. I understand Emma, the orally fixated, who never asked me to put any rubber on before she played her cat and mouse game. She would kill your cock but let it live at the last minute, so she could play another round, and another.
She led me onto the doggy position without asking. But I was too tight for her to get anywhere. So she had to do bottom. After that, she told me her other name to differentiate me from other callers. Her "what the hell are you doing" look disappeared and she was smiling while putting her clothes back on.
It was she who I thought of teaming up to fuck Chanel until she had multiple orgasms. I would enjoy watch so I wouldn't mine paying. I would have thought the bottleneck would be Chanel. But this "girl" turn me flat down. No girls for her.
Friday, April 01, 2011
Crossing the line
Then I came across Helen's picture in some unusual places. Not an ounce of overweight. Slim with great legs. The silky long hair and the glasses closed the deal. If I go for something like this in an ad, it must be a ripoff.
Helen was a struggling porn star, temporarily available for escort. It was probably true. If she wasn't needing to pay the rent, she would have preferred to do plenty of her other things, like writing, porn scripting, AIM counseling.
I can't possibly drive all the way to Studio City so I paid good money for her to meet me in my local Hilton. The room bell rang. With great expectation and anxiety, what did I found? At the peep hole, I saw the classic ripoff posture! Hand high up resting on the door after knocking, and supporting her full body as if she was tired. Head looking down, body bending down a bit, legs spread, lowering her body. Long hair blocking all her face.
There are more to these postures, like ready to push in given half the chance. But the main thing is that I can't see any of her face. She was wearing full track suit and running shoes, which was rather unusual. So I couldn't see any of her because of her loose outfit.
Luckily she had great abs. I think she unzipped her track suit top just before she ranged the bell. Because of her posture, I can't even see what bra she was wearing. But I can see her awesome abs. I'm sure she worked hard for it, but absolutely nothing muscular.
I opened the door for her. It was some other beginner's luck. Her hair was not as long but I didn't notice or care much. Her legs was just as great in the picture and even better. The picture was probably old, in her teens, so now in her late twenties she grew slightly more meat. So her legs were sexier in person. For the same reason her butt was awesome.
By this time she was undressed down to her throng. I could see the porn star treatment she gave herself on her body. Natural plus hard work and great care. Almost flawless. But perhaps due to some hormone treatment, her face is far from perfect, and she couldn't apply lots of makeup to cover it up. She looked like thirty something plain house wife. But to be fair, I remembered that there was a current picture of her like this in her website. So I can't blame her.
So she was standing straight, awesomely semi naked in her thong and her bare feet. She was very sexy like that and she knew it. But the reason her feet was cut off from the picture because it wouldn't look good. Her feet wasn't that small. But they wasn't big enough for me to notice, and her great legs distracted me anyway.
She knew how to read people, like most escorts. She asked if she should take off her thong, or leave it like that. Of course not. The plan was to keep her thong on like that in the picture. I saw her bottomless picture on her website. It wasn't bad but my plan was for her to keep her thong on.
She was a she-male or TS porn star. At the time I still didn't like hard core porn because I didn't like watching pennis close up all the time. For $400 (I think) she looked way better than many well reviewed for the same price. And without extra I could have anal.
Physically anal gave more bang for your balls, and so does spoon. But many girls will only allow you at her back side doing anything, only if she knows you well. And anal is more natural for some positions, like flat on the bed, belly down.
I was that much calculating, and that much open-minded. Before that I remembered clearly I saw a naked she-male on a TV documentary. A very beautiful blond "woman" just happened to have a dick, a superior woman on every inch except for that. Any repulsive feeling vaporized with that perfect body (probably enhanced). The shock value made me remember that TV scene to this day.
Helen had similar effect on me. Her face wasn't that pretty. But feminine. Together with her soft feminine voice, I felt at ease. I saw picture of her dick. I don't like to see any dicks. It was very considerate of her to leave it on for me. I couldn't keep my eyes off her legs.
It was a lesson for for orientation and the female body. She had great waist and butt. But her natural "breast" was crap. I thought I like small chest and even flat chest. I don't mind them all. But a female chest is different, no matter how flat. I though I would like Helen's chest but it wasn't at all stimulating. It wasn't repulsing but I left them alone after trying to appreciate them.
Then I went on to do the body massage on her, with lips and tongue. She happily turned over to the massage position, face down. At $400, her flawless backside was a bargain.
After checking out all over her backside, I concentrated on her butt. I was lying between her spread legs, face on her butt. So bouncy it could be fake but I doubt it very much. She didn't even have fake breast yet.
I wasn't into any rimming yet. I kept on kissing her butt, moving her thong aside when it's obstructing. Then I moved further and further down between her legs, into her G-spot, pulling her thong aside all the way. I spread her legs wider and wider and she was very cooperative.
All of a sudden, some strange urge and craving overcame me. I moaned, or so I remembered. It was like rimming that girl for the first time. She put her ass right into my face. It was so attractive that all of a sudden I lost any inhibition. Then I kissed, licked, and couldn't have enough of her ass at the time.
I might not be vocal, but I felt like moaning when my tongue dug more and more between her legs, in the delicate areas, dangerously near her balls.
All of a sudden, I lost all inhibition. I pulled down her thong and turned her over. I couldn't bear it anymore. If I lose appetite and my $400, so be it.
I surprised myself again. I don't even like big bad cocks in porns. But I liked what I see. I told you she took care of herself well, every inch of her. She had a clean cut head, pinkish. Her whole shaft was pale and you could easily see that it was flawless too. She was also perfectly shaved with pinkish balls.
It was more than that. My considerable oral stimulation made her erect. Her cock wasn't that thick, so it wasn't intimidating. It was pinkish cute. But she was longer than me, about eight inches maybe.
So it was like a long carrot dangling right in front of my face. Rather than repulsed by it, I get closer to examine it more. I couldn't resist to kiss her cute pink head a little. Then I nibbled and sucked a little here and there. And sooner than you think, I put her head into my mouth and sucked like in a porn movie. I couldn't believe it.
After I recovered from the trance, I remembered what I came here for. I came to fuck her ass. Cooperatively she turned over, back to the massage position with her legs wide spread. Before that she carefully on the cover for me, and double checked. She was from AIM after all.
At 5'7, she was about the perfect size. With high efficiency, my downward thrust got transferred into her ass, and became good resistive force against my cock. If her lower body was too small, you couldn't get deep inside in that face down position. If her lower body was bigger, it became a hindrance to penetration.
After I came, we talked a bit. Very relaxed because she knew I was totally into her, every bit, except perhaps for her breasts. She regretted to drive all the way to me. The traffic was horrible that I warned her before. I thought she knew better. But she didn't. She welcomed me to her Studio City flat any time, and it would be only $300.
Like a good counselor (AIM), she advised me to practice with cucumber myself before seeing her next time. It sounded natural at the time because it would be something I would try. But remember that a moment ago I wasn't even prepared to see her dick!
With hind sight, I think it could be a hint. I think she wanted to fuck me there and then. Because I clearly remembered that before we said goodbye, she had difficulty putting her erect cock back into her tiny thong. It would be a comfortable thing to do if she fucked me. But women and she-males alike, she couldn't just offer an extra fuck for free. Even for regulars they have to find a good reason to offer deep discounts, so they may be able to hold the normal price when they no longer need to offer discounts.
I learned a few things. That sexual orientation can be discovered, but can't be changed. I am only attracted to a woman's breasts, no matter how flat they are. Even if they are beautiful enhanced, they have to fit in with the rest of the body. I understand oral fixation. I probably have one. But it has to be a beautiful woman plus a beautiful cock. A beautiful feminine woman is so much more important that I don't care much about cocks, with or without. And I still haven't practiced with cucumber, thought I have no problem with the idea of being fucked by a beautiful "woman".
I didn't see Helen again because of the traffic. And because I was afraid that I would be addicted and spent a lot of money; same threat for any escorts.
Much later, I did try to find someone else to repeat the Helen experience. After disappointments, I came to the conclusion that it's much easier to find a beautiful woman without any extra. And I'm perfectly happy with that. Until a pretty picture pops up, that reminded me of Helen.
Once I see the beautiful picture of another, and met her. It was far from ground shaking as the first time, but she was OK, may be even prettier than Helen. And since she had a good size cock, I thought of asking her to fuck my other "girl friend" together. I wanted to see my "girl friend" all sweaty after multiple orgasms. But I hate to see other naked men, or their cocks. So I though of her, even though I have to pay her as well.
But she turned me down flat. That reinforced what I learned, and busted a few urban legends. A real she-male, not desperate in need of money, do not like girls. They naturally like men, and they like to be a woman, but they also like their cock. Any other combination will not be logical. Apply the law of natural selection, if they don't like to be a woman, they will be homosexual, isn't it? Any pre-op, post-op classification is a joke. Some are indeed a woman trapped in a man's body. I have a friend that went through the operation to become a total woman at middle age, and I had no idea knowing "him" for decades. Real she-males are happy with their cocks, and proud of them. They are not going to get rid of it any time soon.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Things you wish you had done
One can't see too much hookers. Your cash and "stamina" are both limited. I don't consider myself an addict and I wouldn't know otherwise. The total do adds up. But the trick is - maintain a total to deter yourself from doing it too much, if any more. Or, do it with self control and don't look back, nor the balance sheet.
If you can eliminate prostitution, that would have been eliminating a lot of my therapies, and happy memories.
There are just so many, and this one didn't come to mind first as the most memorial one. But I can talk about this.
I took a risk on her as she does outcall only. Her pictures are definitely her own, with her face on it, modeling her swimsuit.
Her entrance made it worthwhile. She drove right up to my room. She got out, wearing a short skirt, something like a tennis skirt, a tight, sporty halter top, a pair of sporty sunglasses, and a pair of unmistakably stripper shoes. I didn't know why she pick those shoes. Without them, she is just like a 19 year old girl going out for shopping or anything else.
I think she was still 19, but instead of her skinny model pictures, she grew a little more meat. I couldn't stand the heat and my cock started working on it's own immediately. Also, she was wearing a sport bra or just a simple cotton bra. When I started to undress myself, letting my hard cock out, she took hers off in no time. All natural.
Her price wasn't modest. She wasn't doing it full-time, and outcalls don't make you a lot of money in a short time. But she is a very modest person. I think she had at least a couple of months training and seen it all.
I don't remember much, as usual, but it can be said that I had something in my hand, or hands, or in my mouth all the time. I was caressing something, kissing something, or occasionally (I hope) licking something. She was very cooperative all the time. So I knew she would be a good girl when I told her to get into my favorite positions at the edge of the bed, with me standing up.
I remembered the condom overflowed. She told me after I came, added in a few more jerks to make sure every last drop came out, and rested in the warm and moist host for a minute or two. Then she asked me to get off her politely and apologetically and checked the condom. She was right.
After taking a shower and brushing her teeth (!), we chatted. She started about her nose, her weak point. I told her the truth that I think she is pretty, but what I didn't tell her is that, even with a perfect nose job, I had better, so really it doesn't matter.
And she was going to expand her wardrobe at that direction, which obviously worked.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
New year resolutions
Yes, I'm fashionably late.
Helping people - I will still be writing something, elsewhere if not much here. Suddenly I though of sugar babies. You can have a lot of useful information if you open your eyes (and open your labels). If you only listen to sugar daddies and other sugar babies, it's like let trusting the captain and crews of the titanic. [stepping down of the soapbox]
Drink enough red wine. My belly is growing to a state that I have difficulty buttoning my pants. It all started when I switched to beer because an alcohol free version is pretty good. My belly didn't shrink when I went back to red. I can also be a guru here. If you have one kid with perfect body mass index, it's by chance. More than one you can be a guru. But probably it's genetics. For the same reason, but different subject, I should have gone back to their private pre-school and demand a multi-year endorsement contract dating back to when they were there.
Mrs Player sees the world a bit. She mostly sees young, tall, big breasted, leggy girls, a bit threatening to her ego. She fought back in her own way. One day I saw her standing right next to my beautiful kid. You will wonder why anybody will care about age or younger girls or the size of breasts.
When I manage to button up my pants, I still got hits from all sides. Modestly dressed girls in their twenties looking for similar thinking men. But I dressed modestly because I don't want to attract attention at my age. Otherwise they will turn covertly hostile or out-rightly hostile after they have the chance to check my ID. And of course single mothers, divorcees, teachers and even a cute headmistress. I can all be in my head though.
And I will be going into the net, with nettops and netbooks. I would have a true netbook and a true nettop many years ago. My "netbook" was only used to surf the net in bed and for my kids to play games. They broke it and we have no use for it. They are bad in bed and bad for games. I hate to carry around something unnecessary that I could leave behind, like my ring and watch. The player syndrome?
I'm the one who upgraded from Windows 95 to Windows XP and still refusing to upgrade to anything. I upgraded because of Movie Maker that came with it. Now I can't do anything worse without Windows. There's not much to upgrade on the hardware side either - the net is the bottleneck. It would be a true Linux nettop if not for Mrs Player who is a pain in the ass when asked to do something differently.
This time the difference is that Mrs Player will approve of the sexy net-whatevers instead of my junks, and I can have as many as I like, and she can have more shoes. Indeed, inspired by my kids' dentist, I may be mounting a decent over the top monitor in the bathroom, and mount a nettop to go with it. What I want to do with a computer in the privacy of the toilet? Go figure.
I'm sure not ALL my apps can be done via a nettop. But for everything else, there is Amazon. It's even free for a whole year. I can use a faster OS on my nettop and start anything else on Amazon when I need to. I can have a much bigger free hard drive without losing sleeps. Why you want to play with more junk machines in the cloud? It's better than washing the heat sink. And my skins are too delicate for the huge power supply.
My kids have moved in a way. I'm totally fed up with satellites and cables. I got rid of them all. I got the idea when my little kid tried out Netflix all on her own in a game box. The motion sensor is a super remote control that any kid can use like a professional channel surfer. So all the other boxes other than the TV and all the buttons are gone. It takes a while, if ever, for the old Movies to have HD. But they don't care that much. The advantage is, when they can watch anything anytime, they don't. Me neither.
Helping people - I will still be writing something, elsewhere if not much here. Suddenly I though of sugar babies. You can have a lot of useful information if you open your eyes (and open your labels). If you only listen to sugar daddies and other sugar babies, it's like let trusting the captain and crews of the titanic. [stepping down of the soapbox]
Drink enough red wine. My belly is growing to a state that I have difficulty buttoning my pants. It all started when I switched to beer because an alcohol free version is pretty good. My belly didn't shrink when I went back to red. I can also be a guru here. If you have one kid with perfect body mass index, it's by chance. More than one you can be a guru. But probably it's genetics. For the same reason, but different subject, I should have gone back to their private pre-school and demand a multi-year endorsement contract dating back to when they were there.
Mrs Player sees the world a bit. She mostly sees young, tall, big breasted, leggy girls, a bit threatening to her ego. She fought back in her own way. One day I saw her standing right next to my beautiful kid. You will wonder why anybody will care about age or younger girls or the size of breasts.
When I manage to button up my pants, I still got hits from all sides. Modestly dressed girls in their twenties looking for similar thinking men. But I dressed modestly because I don't want to attract attention at my age. Otherwise they will turn covertly hostile or out-rightly hostile after they have the chance to check my ID. And of course single mothers, divorcees, teachers and even a cute headmistress. I can all be in my head though.
And I will be going into the net, with nettops and netbooks. I would have a true netbook and a true nettop many years ago. My "netbook" was only used to surf the net in bed and for my kids to play games. They broke it and we have no use for it. They are bad in bed and bad for games. I hate to carry around something unnecessary that I could leave behind, like my ring and watch. The player syndrome?
I'm the one who upgraded from Windows 95 to Windows XP and still refusing to upgrade to anything. I upgraded because of Movie Maker that came with it. Now I can't do anything worse without Windows. There's not much to upgrade on the hardware side either - the net is the bottleneck. It would be a true Linux nettop if not for Mrs Player who is a pain in the ass when asked to do something differently.
This time the difference is that Mrs Player will approve of the sexy net-whatevers instead of my junks, and I can have as many as I like, and she can have more shoes. Indeed, inspired by my kids' dentist, I may be mounting a decent over the top monitor in the bathroom, and mount a nettop to go with it. What I want to do with a computer in the privacy of the toilet? Go figure.
I'm sure not ALL my apps can be done via a nettop. But for everything else, there is Amazon. It's even free for a whole year. I can use a faster OS on my nettop and start anything else on Amazon when I need to. I can have a much bigger free hard drive without losing sleeps. Why you want to play with more junk machines in the cloud? It's better than washing the heat sink. And my skins are too delicate for the huge power supply.
My kids have moved in a way. I'm totally fed up with satellites and cables. I got rid of them all. I got the idea when my little kid tried out Netflix all on her own in a game box. The motion sensor is a super remote control that any kid can use like a professional channel surfer. So all the other boxes other than the TV and all the buttons are gone. It takes a while, if ever, for the old Movies to have HD. But they don't care that much. The advantage is, when they can watch anything anytime, they don't. Me neither.
Louisiana’s ‘Crime Against Nature’ Sex Law
I got it from Maggie, and added it somewhere in Wikipedia, where you can read about it from the links. I have seen that the pro-prostitution camp is there already and catching up. From my experience, for those not familiar with it, Wikipedia is effective because of SEO, especially if you put details of how people foul up under their own names. You can make up any topic, like discrimination against prostitutes in politics/xxx, trafficking and prostitution, but the catch is, it's like a literature/book review. You need multiple reliable sources, who is supposed to be unbiased and do fact checking like good newspapers, talking specifically about the topic. Otherwise anything goes until edit wars start. It's fun if you are a good (fast) writer and passionate about it above anything else - like a celebrity, you can pick many courses to fight for. I fail on both counts.
The law itself is defining what is nature, which is against nature. Nature defines itself.
You may have noticed that they went after Backpages after Craiglist. The one they use this time is a 13 year old - domestic child trafficking. The points I don't argue is that I probably agree. The point is, if you don't call a spade a spade, you will end up having something like the British libel law, and you will have a hard time "reforming" it.
She is a chronic run-away with severe drug problems. She has a family that wants her back. It doesn't help her much if you eliminated prostitution. She will probably end up like other boys who are not prostitutes. Armed robbery is a possibility, just saying.
I can represent myself, many in the forums I read, and the area around me. A lot of men looking to have sex with children via Backpages is very misleading. Drug addicts are the worse choice according to the bible of prostitution (written yet?). Underage are untouchables in US, particularly in some states, if you possess anything or have any future. Prostitution advertisement are about misleading. If you put up a very young drug addict photo, you are telling most men not to come.
The fact against advertisement is that, johns know how to read trafficking ads that law enforcements do not. This is dumb and weak. Ads cannot be eliminated and crushing the big ones only sweep things under the carpet.
As far as I know, most transactions here occur in high security apartments, hotels/motels, and if you are adventurous, your hotel or home. Anyone else in the apartment, hotel are severe red flags. And drivers will probably kill you.
If you actually do any experiments, any pictures slightly too good for the price will invite a lot of johns, and too good to be true pictures will invite endless streams of clueless johns.
The law itself is defining what is nature, which is against nature. Nature defines itself.
You may have noticed that they went after Backpages after Craiglist. The one they use this time is a 13 year old - domestic child trafficking. The points I don't argue is that I probably agree. The point is, if you don't call a spade a spade, you will end up having something like the British libel law, and you will have a hard time "reforming" it.
She is a chronic run-away with severe drug problems. She has a family that wants her back. It doesn't help her much if you eliminated prostitution. She will probably end up like other boys who are not prostitutes. Armed robbery is a possibility, just saying.
I can represent myself, many in the forums I read, and the area around me. A lot of men looking to have sex with children via Backpages is very misleading. Drug addicts are the worse choice according to the bible of prostitution (written yet?). Underage are untouchables in US, particularly in some states, if you possess anything or have any future. Prostitution advertisement are about misleading. If you put up a very young drug addict photo, you are telling most men not to come.
The fact against advertisement is that, johns know how to read trafficking ads that law enforcements do not. This is dumb and weak. Ads cannot be eliminated and crushing the big ones only sweep things under the carpet.
As far as I know, most transactions here occur in high security apartments, hotels/motels, and if you are adventurous, your hotel or home. Anyone else in the apartment, hotel are severe red flags. And drivers will probably kill you.
If you actually do any experiments, any pictures slightly too good for the price will invite a lot of johns, and too good to be true pictures will invite endless streams of clueless johns.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Yesterday my cell phone froze. It took some abuse but nowadays they can't break that easy. It dawned on me that it was the sim card inside - the two-in-one sim card. I cut the extra bit of two standard sim cards and put them into the tiny holding space in the 2-in-1. That's how I hide a secret line in my phone. Even though I hardly need this secret number, I never attempt to do anything about it because I know it will be trouble. I know because I cut the sim cards. It's a pretty bad job. I also avoid any reason to touch that sim.
Actually the secret line never had any great value to it. I gave my phone number to Chanel long ago before I had any secret number to give it out to. I never gave her any other numbers because I actually like to know when she called and to consider responding. The secret number is normally in answer phone mode. And she's pretty easy to deal with, cause she seems to have more to lose than me.
I met her at the time when she first set herself up in the classic way - a Beverly hills area code (that doesn't mean anything), a Cityvibe advertisement, and even a video to go with it, because she was photogenic. She didn't make it. She couldn't hold good clients like me, even thought she wanted to, and I liked her and gave her chances. All she attracted was trouble and maybe stalkers.
I ran into her again when my agent called me to introduce me to a new girl that he had. Now she wasn't after big money. She worked part time just to get pocket money. Indeed she only worked once a week, and not even every week. The agent will arrange enough of his clients to meet her that day, so she can return to her normal life on the other days.
This kind of agent will also do some screening - which type of guys she wouldn't see. All his clients are supposed to be reasonable, not like newbies with impossible expectations and demands. But in fact, sometimes when I response to an ad, the agent basically told me to pretend that I am his regular. But that's not too bad, because only regulars know where to find the obscure ads.
It's relative easy job for her because she didn't need to provide much service. But she didn't get much money either.
I was happy to see her, but she wasn't. She tried to be emotionless. Perhaps it's a bit of humiliation being found like that - instead of, say, in a Beverly Hills hotel. Perhaps she's just sad because I will never pay her what I paid her before.
At the time I barely know how things work. So I called her Beverly Hills number, but it was no more. I tried my agent and there seemed to be trouble tracking her down. I think she ducked out of it. Of course she freelance the other days when she didn't go to "work". Of course she cherry picked her own clients, like she said, a few is enough, considering that she lived with her mother, and that she could already have her rich boy friend and super gold card at the time.
I am not sure why she avoided me. Maybe it's some sort of blackmail. You can't see me for that price, and for that price I don't need you, anybody will do. Maybe she wanted to avoid any possibility of humiliation. She's not going to compromise her pride, for that price. Maybe she didn't want me to feel pity or sorry for her.
Whenever I "visit" my agent, that's every week, I would ask for her, but that's not necessary, I'll settle for any good ones. Soon she came to her senses, or may be our agent put enough pressure on her. Again she tried to be as routine as possible, no smiles. You ask for it and you get it, her way. Whenever I asked her to change position she hesitated, to the point of point blank refusal, but cooperated anyway. The maximum position was two. I knew she treated me a little differently. Because from the intelligence community she behaved rather good, at least with smiles, when she wanted to seduce new regulars.
I gave her a big tip, and that she was worth that much to me, without doing much. I asked her number and she gave it to me, still no smiles nor any emotions. That was a real number, actually her only number, for family, friends and may be a few clients. She didn't setup a work number, and there's too much trouble to handle two lines simultaneously.
I called her later but found out that her freelance price is a lot different. I'm welcomed to see her on her working day for incalls. For outcalls on any other day is going to cost me more. So I put her on the special occasion category. I don't enjoy she doing her routine at work. If I wanted to have her all for myself, I can call her any time, when I am willing to pay the extra. Once I asked her to come to my house, when I had the house all to myself. She was happy that I though of her first, but tried to make a killing. It didn't work out mostly because her timing and sense of direction didn't impress me. I had better anyway. There was no hard feelings.
So she also had my only number. I wasn't setup to have a secret number.
At the end I saw her regularly. She had other things going, even a rich boy friend, but she just can't refuse the extra pocket money, whether she needed it or not. She kept a few clients and made sure that they saw her at least monthly. Going out for an "early lunch" or going for a "long lunch" was no big deal for her. Not even being sucked like a vacuum cleaner, because she didn't need to do anything with someone she found repulsive. Now try to eliminate that demand and supply.
Actually the secret line never had any great value to it. I gave my phone number to Chanel long ago before I had any secret number to give it out to. I never gave her any other numbers because I actually like to know when she called and to consider responding. The secret number is normally in answer phone mode. And she's pretty easy to deal with, cause she seems to have more to lose than me.
I met her at the time when she first set herself up in the classic way - a Beverly hills area code (that doesn't mean anything), a Cityvibe advertisement, and even a video to go with it, because she was photogenic. She didn't make it. She couldn't hold good clients like me, even thought she wanted to, and I liked her and gave her chances. All she attracted was trouble and maybe stalkers.
I ran into her again when my agent called me to introduce me to a new girl that he had. Now she wasn't after big money. She worked part time just to get pocket money. Indeed she only worked once a week, and not even every week. The agent will arrange enough of his clients to meet her that day, so she can return to her normal life on the other days.
This kind of agent will also do some screening - which type of guys she wouldn't see. All his clients are supposed to be reasonable, not like newbies with impossible expectations and demands. But in fact, sometimes when I response to an ad, the agent basically told me to pretend that I am his regular. But that's not too bad, because only regulars know where to find the obscure ads.
It's relative easy job for her because she didn't need to provide much service. But she didn't get much money either.
I was happy to see her, but she wasn't. She tried to be emotionless. Perhaps it's a bit of humiliation being found like that - instead of, say, in a Beverly Hills hotel. Perhaps she's just sad because I will never pay her what I paid her before.
At the time I barely know how things work. So I called her Beverly Hills number, but it was no more. I tried my agent and there seemed to be trouble tracking her down. I think she ducked out of it. Of course she freelance the other days when she didn't go to "work". Of course she cherry picked her own clients, like she said, a few is enough, considering that she lived with her mother, and that she could already have her rich boy friend and super gold card at the time.
I am not sure why she avoided me. Maybe it's some sort of blackmail. You can't see me for that price, and for that price I don't need you, anybody will do. Maybe she wanted to avoid any possibility of humiliation. She's not going to compromise her pride, for that price. Maybe she didn't want me to feel pity or sorry for her.
Whenever I "visit" my agent, that's every week, I would ask for her, but that's not necessary, I'll settle for any good ones. Soon she came to her senses, or may be our agent put enough pressure on her. Again she tried to be as routine as possible, no smiles. You ask for it and you get it, her way. Whenever I asked her to change position she hesitated, to the point of point blank refusal, but cooperated anyway. The maximum position was two. I knew she treated me a little differently. Because from the intelligence community she behaved rather good, at least with smiles, when she wanted to seduce new regulars.
I gave her a big tip, and that she was worth that much to me, without doing much. I asked her number and she gave it to me, still no smiles nor any emotions. That was a real number, actually her only number, for family, friends and may be a few clients. She didn't setup a work number, and there's too much trouble to handle two lines simultaneously.
I called her later but found out that her freelance price is a lot different. I'm welcomed to see her on her working day for incalls. For outcalls on any other day is going to cost me more. So I put her on the special occasion category. I don't enjoy she doing her routine at work. If I wanted to have her all for myself, I can call her any time, when I am willing to pay the extra. Once I asked her to come to my house, when I had the house all to myself. She was happy that I though of her first, but tried to make a killing. It didn't work out mostly because her timing and sense of direction didn't impress me. I had better anyway. There was no hard feelings.
So she also had my only number. I wasn't setup to have a secret number.
At the end I saw her regularly. She had other things going, even a rich boy friend, but she just can't refuse the extra pocket money, whether she needed it or not. She kept a few clients and made sure that they saw her at least monthly. Going out for an "early lunch" or going for a "long lunch" was no big deal for her. Not even being sucked like a vacuum cleaner, because she didn't need to do anything with someone she found repulsive. Now try to eliminate that demand and supply.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
My wish list
Talking about wish list, here is my quick list.
Hair salon gift card for her. Chanel has high volume long hair, good looking wet or dry. But one day I saw her in a volume-less style (a long story) and I wished to see her in that again. You got to have a website for clueless men to pick something in their price range. You can upload photos and mock up a suggested hair style on the card.
On the other end, nail salon gift card for her. Same as above but this time a mandatory style and service. Some nails are just too fancy - may lead to food poisoning.
Organic, food grade body moisturizer lotion. Selected flavor like tuna. Again not for me, unless someone wants it.
Dynamic wish list, as in schools, you put what you need most on top. It can be expensive items and accept pledges like fund raising, or accept gift cards. It can be simple items that you need to stock up in your fantasy wardrobe. It can be your next beauty salon trip. Bleaching or even cosmetic jobs, endless potential but impractical without enough fans.
Good as cash telephone payments. A guy walks into a bank and take out one grand cash. I always can't think of anything else you can use that for. And you have to spend the money quick or hide it safely before anybody find out at home.
Mail drop off point for gifts. Some gifts need to be exact, and there's the expectation of opening something unknown. But buy it online, get it delivered, carrying it to the rendezvous point, and carry it home - just too much hassle and impractical. It's nice if there's a proxy delivery address for the gift recipient instead of my own mailbox.
Disposable fashion line, eatable better.
I know cash tips is good, frequent visit is better. But practically, if you want to spend something less than $20, or something between $20 and $40, etc, gifts can fill the gaps. The cheapest gift on the list will always be appreciated. The more expensive gifts will not be wasted if it's on the list.
Hair salon gift card for her. Chanel has high volume long hair, good looking wet or dry. But one day I saw her in a volume-less style (a long story) and I wished to see her in that again. You got to have a website for clueless men to pick something in their price range. You can upload photos and mock up a suggested hair style on the card.
On the other end, nail salon gift card for her. Same as above but this time a mandatory style and service. Some nails are just too fancy - may lead to food poisoning.
Organic, food grade body moisturizer lotion. Selected flavor like tuna. Again not for me, unless someone wants it.
Dynamic wish list, as in schools, you put what you need most on top. It can be expensive items and accept pledges like fund raising, or accept gift cards. It can be simple items that you need to stock up in your fantasy wardrobe. It can be your next beauty salon trip. Bleaching or even cosmetic jobs, endless potential but impractical without enough fans.
Good as cash telephone payments. A guy walks into a bank and take out one grand cash. I always can't think of anything else you can use that for. And you have to spend the money quick or hide it safely before anybody find out at home.
Mail drop off point for gifts. Some gifts need to be exact, and there's the expectation of opening something unknown. But buy it online, get it delivered, carrying it to the rendezvous point, and carry it home - just too much hassle and impractical. It's nice if there's a proxy delivery address for the gift recipient instead of my own mailbox.
Disposable fashion line, eatable better.
I know cash tips is good, frequent visit is better. But practically, if you want to spend something less than $20, or something between $20 and $40, etc, gifts can fill the gaps. The cheapest gift on the list will always be appreciated. The more expensive gifts will not be wasted if it's on the list.
Friday, December 24, 2010
The brothel
I always wanted to open a brothel, a virtual one that I don't need to do much in order to own a brothel. After it rained seven days and seven nights, I did it out of boredom.
It's called Escorts 360, because it existed now on Facebook as a serious of pages beginning with that name. You can type that in the search box and they may turn up. Because it's a collection of "pages", so it can also be called a magazine.
Basically the magazine is the extension of what you see on my blog, the falling panels and all that. Each page is a combination of feeds with different themes. Basically the magazine is a direct reflection of what I read in my Google reader. I always wanted to share it and read it myself in a more interesting way. I always wanted to mock up a magazine like the wall paper on Facebook (try the tab), but I can't do that without leaving identity traces to find hosting or register my mobile number. Facebook pages are far from what I wanted but it's painless and effortless. You can pick the pages you like without putting up with the others.
All contents are automatically generated, except for the Editor's pick. The Facebook term of use isn't too bad, banning only porn, but not necessarily nudity. That's one way to op out without disabling your feed. Also, escorts are universally legal, hence avoiding the arbitrarily enforced policies of Facebook.
My complete blog feed appears under the name Thomas Playor.
It's called Escorts 360, because it existed now on Facebook as a serious of pages beginning with that name. You can type that in the search box and they may turn up. Because it's a collection of "pages", so it can also be called a magazine.
Basically the magazine is the extension of what you see on my blog, the falling panels and all that. Each page is a combination of feeds with different themes. Basically the magazine is a direct reflection of what I read in my Google reader. I always wanted to share it and read it myself in a more interesting way. I always wanted to mock up a magazine like the wall paper on Facebook (try the tab), but I can't do that without leaving identity traces to find hosting or register my mobile number. Facebook pages are far from what I wanted but it's painless and effortless. You can pick the pages you like without putting up with the others.
All contents are automatically generated, except for the Editor's pick. The Facebook term of use isn't too bad, banning only porn, but not necessarily nudity. That's one way to op out without disabling your feed. Also, escorts are universally legal, hence avoiding the arbitrarily enforced policies of Facebook.
My complete blog feed appears under the name Thomas Playor.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The anti-model - My Holiday present to some of you
Friday, December 17, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Client 9 Conspiracy
The rape charges against Julian Assange has been reported and analyzed in some detail by Reuters. I didn't read it first because I didn't search for it, knowing that it dubious and doesn't really matter to Wikileaks itself. Now that I have read it, I really think it will affect tourism somewhat, a tiny bit? I have seen at least one rape counselor made comments defending Julian.
The reason I mentioned Glenn Beck's defense of Assange because Beck hated him. Beck brought up some interesting conspiracy theory regarding several sex scandals. Eliot Spitzer went after AIG and subprime lending. He was blocked by the banks' lobbying. Then the prostitution scandal broke out.
How he was exposed I did not research. But honestly, all of America is using basically a don't ask don't tell policy. If nobody complains, LE do not normally go after prostitutes and clients. If nobody make waves, LE would not have gone after Craig's List. Exceptions are, eg, election times when LE actively pick some visible targets and do some clean up.
Conspiracy cannot be proved at present time, otherwise it is not conspiracy. But Spitzer did go after the banks, and he did lost his job because of prostitutes.
For the implications look at Iceland, which is bankrupted by the banks, because the regulators are in bed with the bankers. Iceland is so friendly with Wikileaks that their parliament summon the local head of Visa asking why they dropped Wikileaks, and probably go after the credit companies in some way.
So if prostitution is legal, we might just have avoided a global financial crisis. And if prostitution is going to be legal, we will not go all the way like Iceland, until everybody can see what's wrong with illegal prostitution, even Melissa Farley.
Spitzer may not be that hypocritical. I enjoy commercial sex from time to time but I do not recommend anyone to do sex work. The odds are not that great and I didn't write too much about the obvious. Like many clients and escorts, Spitzer may not see his high price hookers as prostitutes, or being a social problem. He probably meant it when he said he would crack down on prostitution, but his hookers do not count.
The new (few days old) Wikileaks documentary.
Now will you work for pencils? Not sex work related. You can donate pencils to low income families without paying for it. Click on the upper left corner. It only takes a short time, and somewhat interesting too if you like new things.
The reason I mentioned Glenn Beck's defense of Assange because Beck hated him. Beck brought up some interesting conspiracy theory regarding several sex scandals. Eliot Spitzer went after AIG and subprime lending. He was blocked by the banks' lobbying. Then the prostitution scandal broke out.
How he was exposed I did not research. But honestly, all of America is using basically a don't ask don't tell policy. If nobody complains, LE do not normally go after prostitutes and clients. If nobody make waves, LE would not have gone after Craig's List. Exceptions are, eg, election times when LE actively pick some visible targets and do some clean up.
Conspiracy cannot be proved at present time, otherwise it is not conspiracy. But Spitzer did go after the banks, and he did lost his job because of prostitutes.
For the implications look at Iceland, which is bankrupted by the banks, because the regulators are in bed with the bankers. Iceland is so friendly with Wikileaks that their parliament summon the local head of Visa asking why they dropped Wikileaks, and probably go after the credit companies in some way.
So if prostitution is legal, we might just have avoided a global financial crisis. And if prostitution is going to be legal, we will not go all the way like Iceland, until everybody can see what's wrong with illegal prostitution, even Melissa Farley.
Spitzer may not be that hypocritical. I enjoy commercial sex from time to time but I do not recommend anyone to do sex work. The odds are not that great and I didn't write too much about the obvious. Like many clients and escorts, Spitzer may not see his high price hookers as prostitutes, or being a social problem. He probably meant it when he said he would crack down on prostitution, but his hookers do not count.
The new (few days old) Wikileaks documentary.
Now will you work for pencils? Not sex work related. You can donate pencils to low income families without paying for it. Click on the upper left corner. It only takes a short time, and somewhat interesting too if you like new things.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Anti human trafficking hypocrite - US State Department
From the Wikileaks obtained diplomatic cables (released and screened via 3rd party I suppose), we know that US security contractor DynCorp involved in child prostitution. The fact is, Afghanistan nationals were prosecuted. The cable called for the US state department to cover it up to protect the reputation of DynCorp, whose involvement in child prostitution became "the help of procurement of little boys for a tribal dance". So the trafficking before that, the abuse and rape after that were all blamed on Afghans?
Ironically, the US State Department confirmed all these and more at, of all the places, the State Department trafficking 2010 report for countries. Afghanistan got a grade of tier 2 watch list. One of the traffickers in Afgan, as the United States State Department wrote "foreign security contractors".
Who paid for these foreign security contractors like DynCorp? People like the Embrey Family, Helen Hunt, Melissa Farley, and all the other US citizens.
US should get a tier 4 - fail - for not doing anything whatsoever. And this is a repeated offense.
From the documentary by Frontline, people campaigning against the practice in Afgan got stone walled. Nobody wanted to talk about it.
There are many supporters of Wikileaks, prominent people, journalists, academics, whatever. If you want to donate sure you can search for it. The simple way is to sign a petition - this one is pretty good, over 400,000 in a day or so.
Attacking the attacker is a classic move when you are desperate. Julian Assange is not Wikileaks and we don't need to go into that. But the case is intriguing. He got a unlikely defender - Glenn Beck!. Even if he didn't present so many publicly known facts, he deserves your confidence for defending what he claimed a "dirt bag".
Talking about the Swedish model (of prostitution legislation), there's another Swedish model regarding rape. Woman number one held a party in honor of Julian the date after she was "raped" and introduced him to woman number two. If you watch what Glenn said, I doubt if you even want to be a tourist there.
Ironically, the US State Department confirmed all these and more at, of all the places, the State Department trafficking 2010 report for countries. Afghanistan got a grade of tier 2 watch list. One of the traffickers in Afgan, as the United States State Department wrote "foreign security contractors".
Who paid for these foreign security contractors like DynCorp? People like the Embrey Family, Helen Hunt, Melissa Farley, and all the other US citizens.
US should get a tier 4 - fail - for not doing anything whatsoever. And this is a repeated offense.
Back in Bosnia in 1999, US policewoman Kathryn Bolkovac was fired from DynCorp after blowing the whistle on a sex-slave ring operating on one of our bases there. DynCorp's employees were accused of raping and peddling girls as young as 12 from countries like Ukraine, Moldova and Romania. The company was forced to settle lawsuits against Bolkovac (whose story was recently told in the feature film The Whistleblower) and another man who informed authorities about DynCorp's sex ring.Again the US did nothing. It's a civil suit. Was there an investigation? Anybody at DynCorp convicted?
From the documentary by Frontline, people campaigning against the practice in Afgan got stone walled. Nobody wanted to talk about it.
There are many supporters of Wikileaks, prominent people, journalists, academics, whatever. If you want to donate sure you can search for it. The simple way is to sign a petition - this one is pretty good, over 400,000 in a day or so.
Attacking the attacker is a classic move when you are desperate. Julian Assange is not Wikileaks and we don't need to go into that. But the case is intriguing. He got a unlikely defender - Glenn Beck!. Even if he didn't present so many publicly known facts, he deserves your confidence for defending what he claimed a "dirt bag".
Talking about the Swedish model (of prostitution legislation), there's another Swedish model regarding rape. Woman number one held a party in honor of Julian the date after she was "raped" and introduced him to woman number two. If you watch what Glenn said, I doubt if you even want to be a tourist there.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Texas company "helped pimp little boys to stoned Afghan cops"
In the Houston Press, an extensive blog post untangling an alarming story from the state department cables: "another horrific taxpayer-funded sex scandal for DynCorp, the private security contractor tasked with training the Afghan police," and apparent proof that the company procured male children for bacha bazi ("boy-play") parties.
The story boils down to this: this company, headquartered in DC with Texas offices, helped pimp out little boys as sex slaves to stoned cops in Afghanistan.
The story boils down to this: this company, headquartered in DC with Texas offices, helped pimp out little boys as sex slaves to stoned cops in Afghanistan.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
How to remove anal hair
I didn't know I have anal hair until I started trimming my balls. I shaved lower and lower, between and behind my legs and the hairs were still there. I could use a mirror and shave it clean but I DO NOT want to look at my ass. And unless you use laser, the hair will keep coming back, meaning that I have to look at my ass in the mirror from time to time.
I only remember one semi-pro girl who have some hair around her asshole. You can only see the hairs if you do a close up, but because of it she wouldn't want me to go near her ass. Is it rare or all girls remove their anal hairs using laser?
I stumbled upon a battery operated trimmer. They didn't say what it's for but one attachment is for nose hair. If you ramp it into your noise and it doesn't hurt, you can use it for your ass. Anyway, all the attachments are tiny and you can touch and move across your skin without hurting.
The funny thing is, if you put the cap on, it's like a pocket rocket. So I have extra entertainment while shaving. Just don't insert into anything.
Why remove anal hair? Sometimes I got lucky. When I'm familiar with someone, one day I would remember to check their asses. If they are irresistible I'll rim them. Sometimes they will return the favor as a present surprise. I don't want anything to get in the way. I don't usually look for that as a service menu item. It will be a bit mechanical and will you GFE her?
The reason I stumbled upon a trimmer is because I gave everybody a hundred dollar hair cut. Typically people see their hairdresser monthly, for half an hour depending on the amount of work. It's me who's doing the cutting so it's not like $10 an hour labor. I finish each cut up to a few days, lasting from a few minutes to an hour. So the total labor will be expensive.
The reason I gave everybody hair cuts is because I figured out, or learned how to cut my own hair with style. I hate to go to salons or barbers since I was little. The result? Castle cross ex-seal for myself. Beckett cross porn star for my kids.
During the long holidays, my kids have nothing much to do and asked to ride the transformer (convertible). I have to brag about it - we are in the Northern Hemisphere but we let the top down (transformed) in winter, at speed, sometimes illegal. Another thing is the gas price - it's still nothing compared to Europe and Asia. It's indeed a cheap thrill. With all the expensive hairs flowing in the wind we were a sensation when we stopped at the gas station.
For the family dinner something unusual happened. Free Cartier watches are no more, not even free watches. I got a free turkey that is hard to refuse. I also got some wedding surplus as a thank you gift. It's a pretty good bottle of wine so it stayed at the table - but we have to put up with the bride and groom's picture on the bottle. These were something extra to be thank you for I suppose.
Not that I like to watch Castle much. I'm not even motivated to watch Chuck. But surprisingly it brought back nostalgia - guys from Quantum Leap, James Bond, Terminator, are all there. It's good to turn into vintage sometimes - many of you aren't old enough to know what I'm talking about. On top of that, do you know what Sara has to do to keep my attention? Victoria's secret model, massage as in a massage parlor, dress like Laura Croft, fight like Bruce Lee. I can recognize a few classic fight moves that I done know where it comes from. But she played a scene that is straight from Apocalypse Now.
You know you are coming of age when you are overloaded with classic TV and movie flashbacks. The intersect is burning out ...
I only remember one semi-pro girl who have some hair around her asshole. You can only see the hairs if you do a close up, but because of it she wouldn't want me to go near her ass. Is it rare or all girls remove their anal hairs using laser?
I stumbled upon a battery operated trimmer. They didn't say what it's for but one attachment is for nose hair. If you ramp it into your noise and it doesn't hurt, you can use it for your ass. Anyway, all the attachments are tiny and you can touch and move across your skin without hurting.
The funny thing is, if you put the cap on, it's like a pocket rocket. So I have extra entertainment while shaving. Just don't insert into anything.
Why remove anal hair? Sometimes I got lucky. When I'm familiar with someone, one day I would remember to check their asses. If they are irresistible I'll rim them. Sometimes they will return the favor as a present surprise. I don't want anything to get in the way. I don't usually look for that as a service menu item. It will be a bit mechanical and will you GFE her?
The reason I stumbled upon a trimmer is because I gave everybody a hundred dollar hair cut. Typically people see their hairdresser monthly, for half an hour depending on the amount of work. It's me who's doing the cutting so it's not like $10 an hour labor. I finish each cut up to a few days, lasting from a few minutes to an hour. So the total labor will be expensive.
The reason I gave everybody hair cuts is because I figured out, or learned how to cut my own hair with style. I hate to go to salons or barbers since I was little. The result? Castle cross ex-seal for myself. Beckett cross porn star for my kids.
During the long holidays, my kids have nothing much to do and asked to ride the transformer (convertible). I have to brag about it - we are in the Northern Hemisphere but we let the top down (transformed) in winter, at speed, sometimes illegal. Another thing is the gas price - it's still nothing compared to Europe and Asia. It's indeed a cheap thrill. With all the expensive hairs flowing in the wind we were a sensation when we stopped at the gas station.
For the family dinner something unusual happened. Free Cartier watches are no more, not even free watches. I got a free turkey that is hard to refuse. I also got some wedding surplus as a thank you gift. It's a pretty good bottle of wine so it stayed at the table - but we have to put up with the bride and groom's picture on the bottle. These were something extra to be thank you for I suppose.
Not that I like to watch Castle much. I'm not even motivated to watch Chuck. But surprisingly it brought back nostalgia - guys from Quantum Leap, James Bond, Terminator, are all there. It's good to turn into vintage sometimes - many of you aren't old enough to know what I'm talking about. On top of that, do you know what Sara has to do to keep my attention? Victoria's secret model, massage as in a massage parlor, dress like Laura Croft, fight like Bruce Lee. I can recognize a few classic fight moves that I done know where it comes from. But she played a scene that is straight from Apocalypse Now.
You know you are coming of age when you are overloaded with classic TV and movie flashbacks. The intersect is burning out ...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Buying and selling sex online
I still have many hits on this topic. And I can do better than this.
To look at where escorts advertise and where clients read, go to theeroticreview.com. Disclaimer: I don't endorse it and didn't ask you to read the reviews. But it gives you good statistics of where the advertisements are, and obviously these advertisements are answered. It's big enough that small and large cities are covered, all the way up to Shanghai!
You will find that for national coverage (and international as well), cityvibe seems to be most popular. Eros follows. Of course in some cities and regions the order is reversed. Cityvibe has more fancy stuff and adapted more to visiting escorts. But cityvibe has two sections, one for the traditional advertising and here we are not talking about the one for classified that is a copy of craigslist.
In your home base, or if you are a visitor with time in your hands, get to know your local scene. Eg, myredbook is advertising, classified, review/discussion board, and massage parlors all in one in San Francisco. With this model it never went too far out of SF with any scale.
There are sites that look like a combination of agencies or listings or advertising. If they are popular and appear in the local boards, they don't need to advertise anywhere else.
There are local versions of TER with more detailed reviews, and more drama.
Every site has it's characteristics. If the escorts look right for you and if the price is right, you can sell sex there or buy sex there.
For the classified the Craigslist replacement is Backpages and Cityvibe classified. I think CV is free unless you go featured, while BP starts at $5. It's true that your advertising budget reflects your fees, but your quality doesn't. You got ripoff anyway if you have no idea. Many escorts advertise in traditional malls and classified. Some charge two different prices but some are consistent. The problem with traditional malls is that for traveling escorts, you have to call them up to move your ad whenever go are on the move.
As for the reviews, if you can make good use of the Amazon reviews, you will be OK. Amazon also has many self reviews, fake reviews, conflicting reviews. The overall rating is not very useful because for example 7 out of 10 people are so dump that they should buy the more expensive version to get the job done.
To look at where escorts advertise and where clients read, go to theeroticreview.com. Disclaimer: I don't endorse it and didn't ask you to read the reviews. But it gives you good statistics of where the advertisements are, and obviously these advertisements are answered. It's big enough that small and large cities are covered, all the way up to Shanghai!
You will find that for national coverage (and international as well), cityvibe seems to be most popular. Eros follows. Of course in some cities and regions the order is reversed. Cityvibe has more fancy stuff and adapted more to visiting escorts. But cityvibe has two sections, one for the traditional advertising and here we are not talking about the one for classified that is a copy of craigslist.
In your home base, or if you are a visitor with time in your hands, get to know your local scene. Eg, myredbook is advertising, classified, review/discussion board, and massage parlors all in one in San Francisco. With this model it never went too far out of SF with any scale.
There are sites that look like a combination of agencies or listings or advertising. If they are popular and appear in the local boards, they don't need to advertise anywhere else.
There are local versions of TER with more detailed reviews, and more drama.
Every site has it's characteristics. If the escorts look right for you and if the price is right, you can sell sex there or buy sex there.
For the classified the Craigslist replacement is Backpages and Cityvibe classified. I think CV is free unless you go featured, while BP starts at $5. It's true that your advertising budget reflects your fees, but your quality doesn't. You got ripoff anyway if you have no idea. Many escorts advertise in traditional malls and classified. Some charge two different prices but some are consistent. The problem with traditional malls is that for traveling escorts, you have to call them up to move your ad whenever go are on the move.
As for the reviews, if you can make good use of the Amazon reviews, you will be OK. Amazon also has many self reviews, fake reviews, conflicting reviews. The overall rating is not very useful because for example 7 out of 10 people are so dump that they should buy the more expensive version to get the job done.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Prostitution for stress relief
I wrote on the subject of prostitution and therapy. It is therapeutic. You can argue that a ball game is just as therapeutic. But civilization is about variety, adding things that do not yet exist, which serve some useful purposes.
Imagine a world without happy ending - and most of the adult population in the English speaking world knows what I mean. At the end of a long massage, you can walk out and do a lot of other things, including patronizing escorts that I sometimes do. But happy is a popular ending. Very therapeutic.
Women who go to day spas will understand. I have been told women also ask for pussy rubs from masseuses.
It's good entertainment, therapeutic, all harmless natural fun, and yet it's illegal. Make a checklist of the top 10 arguments against it and most are controversial at best.
Now let me explain where my stress comes from and why prostitution is a good relief.
An individual can usually cope with stresses on him because otherwise he would have exploded. But some people don't acquire this skill - typically your spouses.
Specifically some people don't think rationally. In the open society these people will normally be crushed into pieces in no time unless they have a sheltered life - including sheltered by their own talents.
Authors observed that some people behave rationally on the outside but they behave irrationally when it comes to relationships. If you treat me nice I can be your Bonnie.
Selective rationality isn't rationality at all. They just use logic when it suits them in winning arguments.
So, some people do not have the mechanism to due with their own stresses. They relay the pressure onto other people, typically spouses. It's not like coping with twice the stress, but it's a downward never ending spiraling. The pressure will be on as long as you can cope.
I don't need to praise the people that do a great service for mankind. They know that.
I need to say that the demand abortionists are nuts. They said something like it's not important for researches to disclose findings that oppose their views. (Quotes from Laura's blog?) I don't know how their spouses cope with the stress.
Imagine a world without happy ending - and most of the adult population in the English speaking world knows what I mean. At the end of a long massage, you can walk out and do a lot of other things, including patronizing escorts that I sometimes do. But happy is a popular ending. Very therapeutic.
Women who go to day spas will understand. I have been told women also ask for pussy rubs from masseuses.
It's good entertainment, therapeutic, all harmless natural fun, and yet it's illegal. Make a checklist of the top 10 arguments against it and most are controversial at best.
Now let me explain where my stress comes from and why prostitution is a good relief.
An individual can usually cope with stresses on him because otherwise he would have exploded. But some people don't acquire this skill - typically your spouses.
Specifically some people don't think rationally. In the open society these people will normally be crushed into pieces in no time unless they have a sheltered life - including sheltered by their own talents.
Authors observed that some people behave rationally on the outside but they behave irrationally when it comes to relationships. If you treat me nice I can be your Bonnie.
Selective rationality isn't rationality at all. They just use logic when it suits them in winning arguments.
So, some people do not have the mechanism to due with their own stresses. They relay the pressure onto other people, typically spouses. It's not like coping with twice the stress, but it's a downward never ending spiraling. The pressure will be on as long as you can cope.
I don't need to praise the people that do a great service for mankind. They know that.
I need to say that the demand abortionists are nuts. They said something like it's not important for researches to disclose findings that oppose their views. (Quotes from Laura's blog?) I don't know how their spouses cope with the stress.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Size matters - it's official (brain related)
Some time ago, I read an article from my blogroll that male brain sizes are a few percentage bigger than females on average. Another reports that many detained in jails have a mental condition, and females are twice as much (in ratio only, I hope). So, do you believe me now what I'm going through?
The article also says that more significantly is how the brains are wired. The female brain is significantly different - which explains that they are better in multi-tasking (and you have no idea how this word is so dreadful to me).
You probably want to browse another website at this point, such as the devil not in disguise anymore. You have been warned.
Man don't ask for directions. They read maps. (Or drive around endlessly with a wrong map in their head.) Previously I agree that some people are better at visual, others verbal. But it is deeper than that. Verbal people are overwhelming female, they just can't say this in corporate training.
Directions make you stupid. Or, you don't gain anything by directions. If you remember everything correctly, if you didn't make a wrong turn, then you may get there. Next time you may remember some visual landmarks. The skills involved are very primitive.
Or may be it's a culture thing. Females will never think of anything else but ask for directions. Once I was driving 19 year old Jordan, looking for a special lingerie store in a mall that I have never been to. I looked at the map briefly before hand. I was doing fine and on course, but of course there were doubts in every turn. Once she saw that, she immediately stop a car at the lights next to her, shout out where she wanted to go, and got the directions.
Map reading needs skills. Even if an explorer has GPS that has his exact location, that's only part of the story. Navigation GPS have pretty small screens, which do not have the whole picture. They are just glorified direction givers. My theory is that - it's equally valid that men's brain is bigger because they exercise them more since childhood. Say, not asking for directions may contribute half a percent, and all the things that men do and women don't adds up.
By map reading, men are building a super map in their brains. Previous destinations are like pieces of jigsaws, with new destinations updated all the time. It's not a simple memory thing as everything is connected - that's how you learn and recall things. For example, if a female driver is going to miss a freeway (motorway) exit, she will come at you at all cost, whether your car was blocking or not. She has no other way to redress the mistake. Directions cannot be translated easily once you are off course, not even in the same intersection but different exit. A male driver will just wait until the next exit. With a sense of direction developed over time, even with very limited information such as the directions relayed from his wife, he can probably find the destination starting from the wrong exit.
Practically, directions are unreliable. Complicated directions are easily forgotten or mis-recalled. When you are off course, everything will not make sense at all. But if you translate the directions into a mental map first, it's much easier to recover and find the alternative route to get there.
On-board GPS is a good thing, and every female should have one. Again, that doesn't make your brain bigger. Better safe than clever.
Women take exactly the same route into and out of a mall, and inside the mall, even though big shopping centers have multiple exits. They use the same route even though the route is very inefficient for the shops they are visiting.
A long time ago I saw on TV that a man (or his wife) brought a wall clock, but never come round to hang it on the wall, even thought it's a one minute job, or two.
For a multi-tasker, this is unforgivable. But for problem solvers, you have my sympathy. I do the same, especially if that's what my wife brought. Tackling one problem at a time, the tasks are all automatically prioritized. If you can's solve the first one, sooner or later you are not getting paid, and any other things will be insignificant by comparison.
Multi-tasking is not a bad thing, but the danger is that it can degenerate into "cooking while chatting on the phone", which will not make your brain larger. You may not devout enough time to crack the most important problem. You have no priority any more. You plans becoming filling up the diary.
Have you noticed that in multi-party porn, females always multi-task, while males will do the females one at a time? Is that a reflection of the reality? Is that pure physical or brain related? I do find doubles distracting. Or, since porns are mostly watched by males, can men not concentrate on more than one woman at a time?
The article also says that more significantly is how the brains are wired. The female brain is significantly different - which explains that they are better in multi-tasking (and you have no idea how this word is so dreadful to me).
You probably want to browse another website at this point, such as the devil not in disguise anymore. You have been warned.
Man don't ask for directions. They read maps. (Or drive around endlessly with a wrong map in their head.) Previously I agree that some people are better at visual, others verbal. But it is deeper than that. Verbal people are overwhelming female, they just can't say this in corporate training.
Directions make you stupid. Or, you don't gain anything by directions. If you remember everything correctly, if you didn't make a wrong turn, then you may get there. Next time you may remember some visual landmarks. The skills involved are very primitive.
Or may be it's a culture thing. Females will never think of anything else but ask for directions. Once I was driving 19 year old Jordan, looking for a special lingerie store in a mall that I have never been to. I looked at the map briefly before hand. I was doing fine and on course, but of course there were doubts in every turn. Once she saw that, she immediately stop a car at the lights next to her, shout out where she wanted to go, and got the directions.
Map reading needs skills. Even if an explorer has GPS that has his exact location, that's only part of the story. Navigation GPS have pretty small screens, which do not have the whole picture. They are just glorified direction givers. My theory is that - it's equally valid that men's brain is bigger because they exercise them more since childhood. Say, not asking for directions may contribute half a percent, and all the things that men do and women don't adds up.
By map reading, men are building a super map in their brains. Previous destinations are like pieces of jigsaws, with new destinations updated all the time. It's not a simple memory thing as everything is connected - that's how you learn and recall things. For example, if a female driver is going to miss a freeway (motorway) exit, she will come at you at all cost, whether your car was blocking or not. She has no other way to redress the mistake. Directions cannot be translated easily once you are off course, not even in the same intersection but different exit. A male driver will just wait until the next exit. With a sense of direction developed over time, even with very limited information such as the directions relayed from his wife, he can probably find the destination starting from the wrong exit.
Practically, directions are unreliable. Complicated directions are easily forgotten or mis-recalled. When you are off course, everything will not make sense at all. But if you translate the directions into a mental map first, it's much easier to recover and find the alternative route to get there.
On-board GPS is a good thing, and every female should have one. Again, that doesn't make your brain bigger. Better safe than clever.
Women take exactly the same route into and out of a mall, and inside the mall, even though big shopping centers have multiple exits. They use the same route even though the route is very inefficient for the shops they are visiting.
A long time ago I saw on TV that a man (or his wife) brought a wall clock, but never come round to hang it on the wall, even thought it's a one minute job, or two.
For a multi-tasker, this is unforgivable. But for problem solvers, you have my sympathy. I do the same, especially if that's what my wife brought. Tackling one problem at a time, the tasks are all automatically prioritized. If you can's solve the first one, sooner or later you are not getting paid, and any other things will be insignificant by comparison.
Multi-tasking is not a bad thing, but the danger is that it can degenerate into "cooking while chatting on the phone", which will not make your brain larger. You may not devout enough time to crack the most important problem. You have no priority any more. You plans becoming filling up the diary.
Have you noticed that in multi-party porn, females always multi-task, while males will do the females one at a time? Is that a reflection of the reality? Is that pure physical or brain related? I do find doubles distracting. Or, since porns are mostly watched by males, can men not concentrate on more than one woman at a time?
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Spies and Cops and Wars
Have you noticed that on TV there are mostly spies, cops and more spies, more cops? (and lawyers) But the Intersect is obsolete. You can be a spy and join a war any time you want, for real.
Seconds ago Wikileaks is under attack. They say it's time to download the encrypted file Wikileaks Insurance. It's less than 2G. The most painless way is to install uTorrent. The torrent download is about 15 min because of the worldwide seeds available.
Whether you are a patriot, don't like the US govt, or just don't like US, your time have come to do something about it. It's your decision. If Wikileaks goes down, certainly the password will surface.
The US govt has been hunting down the Founder. Days ago it cut off donations by threatening the payment processor. Now it goes after the internet. The last WikeLeaks twit:
Nikita looked great, but just for a little while. She is too bone dry and skinny. They even avoid any full body length shots. Any fighting scenes and sexy scenes are very unconvincing.
I used to like the girl on Rookie's Blue. I even watched a few. But now I can't stand it. In contrast, the Texas Blond tough cop is rather funny, even though she doesn't mean to be. Totally unbelievable character and bad acting (it's hard given the script I know).
Seconds ago Wikileaks is under attack. They say it's time to download the encrypted file Wikileaks Insurance. It's less than 2G. The most painless way is to install uTorrent. The torrent download is about 15 min because of the worldwide seeds available.
Whether you are a patriot, don't like the US govt, or just don't like US, your time have come to do something about it. It's your decision. If Wikileaks goes down, certainly the password will surface.
The US govt has been hunting down the Founder. Days ago it cut off donations by threatening the payment processor. Now it goes after the internet. The last WikeLeaks twit:
WikiLeaks communications infrastructure is currently under attack. Project BO move to coms channel S. Activate Reston5.I think Sara (Chuck) did the body sculpture thing in between seasons. She can now do full body close ups with only underwear. She looked a bit fat last season.
Nikita looked great, but just for a little while. She is too bone dry and skinny. They even avoid any full body length shots. Any fighting scenes and sexy scenes are very unconvincing.
I used to like the girl on Rookie's Blue. I even watched a few. But now I can't stand it. In contrast, the Texas Blond tough cop is rather funny, even though she doesn't mean to be. Totally unbelievable character and bad acting (it's hard given the script I know).
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