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    Bill Maher

    Arguing over democrat or republican, or any presidential candidate running for high office in the U.S. is like ancient monks arguing over how many angles could dance on the head of pin. With all due respect to you guys, it's fucking POINTLESS. The political process IS A SHAM. YOU ARE WATCHING FUCKING WRASSLIN, you know, WWF or whatever they are calling it these days. It is a show put on by the rich to give all the poor dumb fucks the ILLUSION of democracy. The political process serves the people who pay for it--simple. That means rich people and corporations. Any meaningful change IS IMPOSSIBLE until the entire system is either completely reformed or it collapses under its own dead weight.
  2. DAMN, dude those are some smoking hotties. :crazysmile: Wish I was there.
  3. Whatever, fuck these clowns and their propaganda bullshit. If there is an explosion, it'll probably be the usual psy-op scam by the fucking spooks at Langley. "BE AFRAID!" "They hate you for your freedoms." I piss down the throats of these Nazis.
  4. Such a sad story. What makes it even more tragic, is that is just one of thousands of similar experiences. Heartbreaking, to think that the girl didn't use condoms because she wanted her customers to like her more. Let's not ever forget that these are real people with lives, families and the same hopes and dreams we all have. Be safe, cover up, it's not all about you and your brief moment of pleasure. Our choices have consequences that ripple through the lives of everyone. Enjoy the little head, but for fuck's sake, think with the big head. Okay, sermon over.
  5. Sweet, JD. Sounds like you had another epic once-in-a-lifetime adventure. Nice reporting as well. I'm still processing my recent experiences in the Amazon with Mama Aya. Got myself a bad-ass tatto of a snake and humming bird on my right shoulder, and I'm wearing a piece of the medicina around my neck, in a necklace that I made myself. While I was down there, I was approached by an NGO, Alianza Arkana, who are working with the Shipibo comminty, in an attempt to preserve both their culture and the forest as well. It would've been a volunteer position, but since I don't have investments that I can live on while I'm not working, as much as I wanted to go, I had to turn them down. Am trying to get that sorted, so hopefully in a few years I will be able to do stuff like that. On an archetypal/ mythopoetic level, I fell like I have refused to answer "the call." Yet my practical side has won out for now, and "the call" will have to wait. Currently, I'm in BKK, having a lovely monger's holiday. Met up with a few of the guys who post regularly on these boards, Fargabah, TTChang, Katoey Lover, Snick, Ozzie, and a few others. Hit me up if you're in town, brother, I'll buy you a drink or two. I'm at the Dawin on Soi 4 until the 15th. Cheers, J
  6. Tonight, 30 Dec, I leave for the LOS. I will "lose" a day, I guess that's New Year's Eve. I arrive in BKK at 6:30 am, 1 Jan. The short answer is, I'll be in the air :D
  7. I know you guys here are mostly all about Pattaya, but Im curious about boy GoGos in Bkk. Not looking for your regular bloke or dude, I am interested in cute little femboys. Any idea besides Nana where I might find these creatures? I know there is a gay area of BKK and I thought about checking that out, but I thought some of you guys might have a better idea. Cheeers
  8. I just posted this on the other forum, thought I'd post it here too. Okay, this may seem like a totally random post, but what the hell. Anyway, I've been taking this stuff called Semenax. It is supposed to increase the volume of your semen and give you more intense orgasms. It certainly did that. The problem for me was the side effects. I don't really sweat that much nor do I normally have a strong body odor, but man, I was sitting at work the other day and I'm sweating like a nervous 15-year-old at his first high school dance and pacing like a caged animal. I was sweating so dad I had to go home at lunch to shower and change. I had rings of sweat soaked through my dress shirt and blazer. This in an air conditioned office where I do not do any kind of physical labor. I haven't been able to sleep, I'm anxious and my mind is racing. This is no fun. So I was trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. I look on the label to get the list of ingredients and then I go online to check for side effects of each one. Turns out three of them, maca, muira puama, and avena sativa, can all cause restlessness, and insomnia, as they are stimulants. It probably has not helped that I am also receiving testosterone replacements from my doctor. The weird thing is, that if you go online and look for the side effects of Semenax, you will not find anything about side effects, you have to search by each individual ingredient, that's how I finally found out. I will not be taking that stuff anymore. Be careful with supplements, guys. People think they are harmless, but that is not true. I was also taking DHEA for years until I found out it can cause MAN BOOBS. Fuck me, I've got em :growl: I'm not saying to avoid all supplements, just do your research before you take anything, even over the counter, herbal, all natural stuff.
  9. Yeah, I thought "geezer" was more or less equivalent to a "dude" or "guy." Here in the land of fat, violent, and stupid (USA), a "jock" is an athlete or a person that is seriously into physical fitness. It also carries the connotation of not being very bright; as in, "He's just a dumb jock."
  10. Forgot to add, I've had very good luck on eros. Though, it ain't cheap; an hour from a quality provider will set you back $250/300. At that price, for me, it's a once per year indulgence. Would rather save and go to the LOS.
  11. Be really careful with My Back Pages, you guys. I work at the courthouse, and I've overheard vice cops talking about busting people from that very site. Fucking dicks. :growl:
  12. GOP = Greedy Old Pricks Just kidding, it really is Grand Old Party, but I like my version better.
  13. Indeed, Happy Day of the Turkey to everyone.
  14. ' . . . by the way are the democrats not the yank equivalent of the Labour Party ? Another money wasting bunch,who think a good way to spend tax payers money on left wing ,one legged lesbian centres or one eyed,abyisinian,ragmens welfare funds or other such stupidity" (The Hound). Not exactly, Mr.Hound. While that is more or less the standard rhetoric coming form the so called right, there is VERY little difference between the two parties in the U.S. The only real difference between the two is one of rhetoric; the form is different, but the content is basically the same. Both parties take money from the same corporate "donors," therefore they are both run by the same people; the corporations who finance their respective "campaigns." In reality, it is all smoke and mirrors; a propaganda puppet show designed to give the mouth-breathing masses the illusion of "democracy." Frankly, I sometime wonder why they even bother to put on the show. But, I suppose it keeps the masses quite.
  15. strocube

    Bill Maher

    I can't stand that Maher douche bag, and I'm a fucking socialist. It's this weird ambivalence; you know, one the one hand, I mostly agree with many of the positions he takes on a lot of issues; on the other, his fucking smug face, his ego and his shitty jokes really annoy me. I'd like to punch him too, Archie.
  16. Ok, here is copy of an email I sent to Jai Dee soon after my return form the Temple. Hey Jai Dee, Been back from Peru a little over week now. Dude, no matter how much you've read, researched or think you know, nothing prepares you for the experience itself-fucking wow, man. Where to begin? Well, for starters, I dropped 20Lb in 12 days without even trying. Upon my return, when I went to the chiropractor to get my twice monthly massage and adjustment for chronic neck and shoulder pain, I was blown away when I realized that there was no pain anywhere. I seemed to have shed A LOT of tension along with the pounds. We had twelve aya ceremonies with the maestras and maestros (Shipibo shamans). The first two nothing happened, and I was just uncomfortable and annoyed. The third time I got as far as what I call the gatekeeper. It was some crazy green skull in a red feathered Mezzo-American headdress. I could kind of see past him but there was no entry for me that night. The fourth time I totally broke through. I'm sure you've experienced this yourself and have read about the visions. Anyway, I was tripping my balls off through the most amazing black-light, purple, gold, emerald, neon green, and day-glow orange, jeweled arcades, or jeweled circuitry, crystalline rivers of amethyst and fire opal. I would loose myself in these visions, dazzled, until there was no more me, just this amazing happening, I would come back giggling, because I still had a body. I found this quite amusing. The next thing I know, SHE is there. She pats me on the head and says, "Mama knows, baby." It felt like my heart opened and I just wept and wept, as wave after wave of the purest unconditional love washed over me, for what must have been hours. I have never experienced anything that intense-ever. I felt like was a child playing with the most amazing toys and having the greatest adventures one could possibly imagine. I would go off and explore and come back to "mama" who was always right there looking out for me. I got the feeling that everyone in the circle were all children at play. For the better part of the next day I was still affected, or still partially in dream time, I don't know. But it was hard to be around people, because I would start crying. I sat in my tambo, listened to music and wept for the better part of the day. I was not sad, it was tears of overwhelming gratitude and love. The next session was something completely different. It felt like she grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and forcefully threw my ass out of the "play pen" of the night before and hurled me headlong into into a churning, impersonal, machine hell in which I was chewed to bits stabbed, scattered and left for dead. It thought I died, or that I was dying, or that I wanted to die just to make it stop. It was hours of the worst hell you could possibly imagine. I didn't think I was coming back, not sane anyway. After that session I was angry and paranoid. I was convinced that our facilitator, Sascha, had intentionally programmed a bad trip for me because I had asked that the shamans not blow mapache (tobacco) smoke on me or spit that horrid flower water on me. I thought that one of that shamans had warned me the night before to be prepared for a bad trip, but it was all my own projection. I was bale to get some clarity about this after talking to the shaman that I thought had tried to warn me. Anyway, it was this whole transference thing, where I transfered all my fucked up father issues onto Sascha, who was our facilitator at the Temple. I actually confronted him and accused him of doing what I thought he did. He handled it well, and later, after talking to the shaman I apologized for my unwarranted accusations. I think I resolved some father issues as well. When they call it "la purga" (the purge) this does not just mean throwing up. It also means you purge a lot of old traumas in different ways. This certainly happened to me. I purged a lot of shit, yet I only threw up once. Those were the two most memorable session. The last session was interesting as well. It started to go bad and scary, but this time I embraced it. I embraced the pain and the fear, and after a while of staying with it, with as much acceptance as I could muster, it turned into something else. I got a real sense of my own power and abilities. I felt the strength of the circle. There was some crazy energy coming up from the floor through my spine, I felt very strong and powerful, like an animal, but I'm not sure what kind. Another thing that struck me was the power of the ikaros (songs/chants) and how the shamans are able to navigate the psychic spaces that they do. When they were in front of me singing and waving there hands over my body, I could feel the energy moving around. This would evoke, shudders, trembling, sobs or giggles intermittently, unbelievably powerful stuff going on.
  17. This past August I did a 12-day Ayahuasca retreat in the Peruvian Amazon, just outside of Iquitos. I've had an interest in shamanism since I read Castaneda's books, starting around age 14. His stuff has since been proven to be faked, but at the time I thought it was real. Anyway, that doesn't matter, what matters is, he got me started down this road a long time ago. Thanks, JD for re-sparking my interest in this stuff. Check this place out: http://www.templeofthewayoflight.org/ More later.
  18. I was 21 in 1981. I would've told myself that I did not have to give up pursuing my own interests because I was unhappy with society, and that doing so was only hurting myself. I would've stayed in college, gotten my MA in my 20s instead of my 50s. Maybe I could've gotten my economic house in order to the point where I wouldn't have to work today, who knows? We can sit here and play "what if" forever. The fact is, the past is what it is and here we are.
  19. I agree with the hound, to a point. I don't like manly dudes at all, yet there are some really pretty and feminine BOYS who really turn me on. They are boys/femboys whatever, but still not female. I identify to myself as bisexual. Dude, I love sucking dick and getting fucked in the ass. Don't know about y'all, but in my mind that ain't straight. There is nothing effeminate or swishy about me. so I guess as far as anyone else, they can think whatever they want. Most people assume I'm straight, whatever . . .
  20. Hey guys, good to see so many fellow travelers here, both politically and in terms of sexual predilections. :) On to politics . . . I have been a total leftist/liberal/socialist even before I really knew what those terms meant. As some of you have suggested at the start of this thread, there really is NO DIFFERENCE between the two political parties in the U.S. They are both owned and operated by and for the rich, and of course, that is also true of the politicians of those parties. They are whores and puppets of BIG MONEY. They in no way serve the interests of most people. Being a deluded fool, I was happy when Obama got "elected." Mostly, I was really getting so much joy form the schadenfreude of it all; I absolutely LOVED watching the redncecks pissing themselves over the fact of a BLACK MAN in the WHITE HOUSE, while trying to not appear "racist." I laughed myself stupid. Anyway, my joy was short lived, as it very quickly became obvious that Obama was as much a TOOL as the drooling, evil chimp that we had to suffer for 8 long years before him. The difference being, that Obama can actually string a couple of coherent sentences together all by himself--shrub, the monkey boy, not so much. Beyond that, same same, but different. Around the time of the labor debacle in Wisconsin, I found myself pacing back and forth in front of my computer going "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I was getting way too upset over shit I really had no control over. It was then, that I essentially took a news fast. I stopped listening to KPFK and NPR, I deleted the bookmarks for The Huffington Post, Truthdig and a few other sites as well. I felt much better after that. I didn't wanna know. Then comes the Occupy movement, this has actually given me hope, and I have started to pay attention to what is happening, although in limited doses. I'm already angry enough as it is, don't really need to add fuel to the fire.
  21. I like no tits, or hormone tits, but if a girl is really cute, and I'm really horny, I will not say "no" just because the girl in question is sporting a pair of bolt-ons. Nookie from Cocktails and Dreams comes to mind; wow, what a hot little minx and such a little sweetheart too.
  22. Thanks, guys. I've just come over form the other forum we've all been on for years. It's pretty dead there. Wow, that girl is total hottie; lovely face and really nice cock. Could do without the bolt-ons but, I wouldn't say "no."
  23. I would really love to swallow a hot ladyboy load. It's such a turn on, but I'm totally freaked out about HIV. Any other disease you can catch is a huge hassle and a pain, but it won't kill you if you get treatment. I know it's hard to catch HIV from giving oral, but I am a worst case scenario kinda guy; what if she's positive and I have a tiny tear in my mouth somewhere and don't know it? Anyway, I suck them lustily, spit and hope for the best.
  24. She is? Oh man, I'd like to try her out. Is she in BKK? I'll be there the first of the year. Would you be so kind as to pass along any contact info, Dave? Thanks, dude.
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