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Bitch

Recently, I felt like I've become a victim of women power. Yeah, yeah, they want their rights and stuff, and nowadays women seem to be getting a lot power crazy. You can't say anything back to them. You can't fight them for sure. Because they're sure to cry "harassment" and sue your pants off if you do. Only a woman can fight a woman. Men, straight or gay, can't.

I just don't know. Maybe I don't look garang enough. But as if I don't get enough micromanagement and problems from my control-freak women bosses at work daily, I also get scolding from women in public. Fuck!

Bitchy Driver
Just one month ago, on the way to the gym, I was looking for a parking spot at The Curve. A man just happened to get into his car and was about to drive off from his spot. Bitchy Driver, who had already driven way past the man's parking spot, stopped abruptly, showed her signal and reversed back to "book" the spot. I was behind Bitchy Driver's car, just right before the man's parking spot. Of course, I got to take the spot because I was the nearest to the spot. But Bitchy Driver insisted that I should have let her take the spot because she is a WOMAN. The silly thing about Bitchy Driver was that another spot becomes available in front of her within a minute, but she chose to wait for my newly occupied spot. Bitchy Driver then wasted no time to scold me because she is a WOMAN and I am not gentleman (Yes, bitch, I'm not really a gentleman). I signalled to her I do not really understand Cantonese, and she took the opportunity to say in her broken England, "I look down on you ah.... Chinese but dunno Cantonese", to which I laughed. What's the relevance? Bitchy Driver followed me up the lift and continued to scold me.

Naked Showgirl Bitches
Yes, last week in Bangkok (more about my BravingBKK adventures later), I decided to go watch a girlie pussy show at Patpong. Big mistake! Never go watch a girlie show alone! As I found a place to sit, I ordered a bottle of beer. From the corner of my eyes, I could see there were a number of unattractive out-of-shape nude women on the stage, playing with themselves and inserting objects of various sizes into the worn-out pussies. But before I could actually watch them display their elaborate pussy skills in greater detail, a couple of nude women came to sit next to me. Taking advice from my friends who's been to this sort of club before, I didn't bother them, hoping they would go away. But a few more girls came and surrounded me. Yuks! Shit! They demanded tips. For what? Then another lady and a man came and demanded me to pay a bill of 3,100 baht!!! Supposingly for all their drinks too, and for sitting with me. What the fuck!!! Nope!! I said as I waved my hand at them. But I knew I had better pay them something or I'll never get out of there alive! Mafia style! I bargained for less, as I quickly finished my drink. I stood up and paid them 1,500 baht (fuck!), but the bitch tried to extort more money from me. I fled! Damn! Bitches!

Kentucky Fat Bitch
Last nite, while queuing for my KFC, a little girl stood in front of me in the line. Her Big Fat Bitch of a mother (let's call her Kentucky Fat Bitch) stood in the next line. Kentucky Fat Bitch could not decide which queue is the fastest/shortest. Kentucky Fat Bitch stood between both lines. Make up you fucking mind bitch! I thought. Which line are you on? It's kinda disconcerting to have a fat lady going back and forth from one line to another. So I asked, Excuse me, are you gong to be in this line or the next line. Kentucky Fat Bitch replied in a loud rude gruffy voice, not unlike Goldilock's Papa Bear's voice, I want to stand here, can or not? So garang!! Takut I. Now, what's HER problem? Given that Kentucky Fat Bitch was at least four times my size, I had better not do or say anything!! Mati aku di hempap badak sumbu. So I obediently moved to the next queue.

I hate women (except for my mom la)..... Men? Ah.... I've never got into trouble or scolding from men before. Men are much simpler in the way they think. Yes, perhaps I know how to handle men better! hehe!

Dear BJ

Dear BJ

I have a feeling you knew this time would come. I haven't seen you in two weeks, and I don't think I miss you. You and I have been through hundreds of fulfilling sessions together and our relationship has been pretty good. On top of the very gratifying physical things you offer, I think you’re interesting and entertaining. Up until now. You never demanded exclusivity and I didn't imagine I'd need to go anywhere else for my needs.

I've started to look around and I'm finding that there are many different ways that I can express myself and have fun without the same old songs playing in the background. You keep expecting me to do the same routines every session. I know that sounds unfair, but I have my own limits too. Face it, BJ, you're just not the stunner you used to be.

Why just the other day I had a lot of time to spare and wanted to try out a different style, rhythm and coordination. I admit that I have been spending some time with your brother, BS. But it's not what you're thinking.

I knew I should have kept away but once I had the board, I knew I wanted more of it. Unfortunately, soon enough I find that your brother BS equally repetitive and mundane as you are. I realized that I had to move on to other more adventurous, more sizzling freestyle S, but of course starting with the basics first. Once I’ve grown accustomed to the basic freestyle S, we will try out intermediate S routines.

Oh, BJ, why did you let yourself go like this? I know, it shouldn't be all about sizzle. And to be fair, I'm not so sure that S also provides the range of drama that I've been accustomed to with you, BJ. But it sure does push me toward more challenging moves and coordination. You know how visual and sensual we men are.

We need to redefine our relationship. I still love you for your strengths but I need more than this. I have to go elsewhere for those things that you don't do as well.

Don't hold this against me.

Regretfully yours,
deeperanddeeper

PS. See you Tuesday nites if I’m not busy with S.

Never Too Careful

In the recent sex DVD scandal involving a senior cabinet minister, I noticed that majority of people were critical of the morals of the minister. But I think most importantly the main issue here that everyone should be concerned about is the invasion of privacy, the fact that cameras were installed in a hotel room and the videos were captured. It could happen to anyone of us. Instead, we, pious Malaysians felt that the extra-marital affair was a bigger issue. As expected, Malaysians were so quick to condemn the minister, as if we are all angels. Yes, shame on him for having sex with another woman. But come on, give the man a break. He’s only human. Everyone of us have a little weakness or secret. Quite a handful of married men I know have had sex with a prostitute, or have had extramarital affair. I am certain that most men probably have cheated on their wives at least once in their lifetime. My view

As gay men, we should also exercise extra care the next time we:

• Have webcam sex – you’ll never know if the other person is recording your hot sessions.
• Go over to another guy’s place for sex after chatting at Gay.com.
• Attend a sex party in a hotel room or at someone’s place.
• Visit our local gay sauna – perhaps there are “hidden cameras” in the private rooms or activity areas (too dark? There’re night vision cameras you know!).
• Take a shower or have a quickie with a hot guy at the local pool shower or public toilet.
• Or simply playing with yourself in a hotel room.

Careful, you’re being filmed!!

She Works Hard For Her Money

I simply love this song from THE Disco Queen: Donna Summer.



I work hard for my money too, you know!?