Hell Hath No Fury

….like a fag scorned.

With God’s Own Country gearing up for the January 2009 inauguration of the Mutt (his own word), it’s been revealed that a certain pastor has been requested to make an address thereat.

It so happens that this pastor opposes gay marriage and supports stronger action to combat AIDS in Africa. By way of observation, FuelMix agrees with the pastor on these 2 issues, but for different reasons.

Fags of course, take a different view on the propriety of this pastor being allowed to speak at the Mutt’s inauguration. Fag websites are abuzz with inflammable fags spewing outrage, disgust, dismay and – the fag’s favourite word – “betrayal”. Apparently a sizeable number of fags opine that since they voted the Mutt into the house, he is beholden and contractually bound to them in respect of his barking to bring “Change”.

Sadly, these fags require a fire retardant and a mental accelerant.

This post is not about whether porcelain figurines of a same sex couple should adorn the apex of a six-tiered wedding cake. It’s about the obscene assumption made by the urban fag and mainstream fag media – who share a symbiotic relationship – that they should manipulate the freedom of speech and a national event in order to advance their agenda that gay marriage be legalised.

Check the following:

**Mutt is a politician. That means his political instincts come first;
**Whatever promises he purportedly made are not legally binding;
**Mutt has stated his support for gay equality and has made no secret that his gay views are diametrically opposed to the pastor’s;
**If Mutt is indeed a political liberal, where is it written that he should shun conservatives?
**Have fags forgotten that, even if they did vote Mutt into the house, they did so on the strength of his pontifications that he would be “inclusive”?

While no fan of politicians, FuelMix has to hand it to the Mutt. The change that he advocated at the stump, must involve social and political risk-taking – even if that means wheeling out an evangelical conservative. Mutt’s invitation to the pastor to make the invocation is brilliant. It’s like inviting a philistine atheist to a dinner party and asking him to say grace in whatever manner he sees fit.

And therein lies the truth of the fags’ rage. They have a problem in letting an alleged “bigot” speak because THEY don’t like his views. The pastor has an absolute right to speak at the inauguration. It never fails to amaze FuelMix how fags move like greased lightning when the reptilian portion of their brains kicks into reactive mode just because they feel they’ve been slighted – or betrayed – and that every other gay dude should agree with them.

Face it. Neither the mainstream urban fag nor the mainstream fag media will ever speak for the gay man searching for something better than noise and that sinking feeling that he is being imposed upon by a strident, righteous, politically correct (and increasingly drug-fucked) posse of self-appointed moral arbiters.

It’s not the Mutt who flip-flopped. It’s the fags’ hypocrisy that’s been unmasked. Is FuelMix the only one to notice that the average urban fag is a raging fascist masquerading as a liberal? Fags profess diversity, tolerance and understanding. They’ll even wave a Fag Flag in your face. But peel away the bleached smile, the tinted contacts, the highlights and the bronzer and you’ll see their true colours.

The change that the Mutt promised may be the change fags need: the unflinching courage to hear an entirely different point of view, delivered centre stage.

© 2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

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STD Counsellor: 3 cases of Gonorrhoea came in today.

Fag: Thank God! I’m sick of Chardonnay…

(no copyright claimed)

The Twink & I (Part 2)

Twenty minutes later FuelMix emerged from the Locker Room, all freshly showered and squeaky clean. Twink was sitting there patiently and got up to accompany FuelMix out of the gym.

It has to be said that FuelMix was totally fazed as to how and why this barely legal aged twink had latched on to him and decided that the best thing to do was to let it flow and to make sure nobody got hurt.

Walking towards the subway along the crowded, neon streets of Very Rich Megacity Twink and FuelMix engaged in conversational banter. Twink walked very close alongside FuelMix, brushing his hand against FuelMix’s back and muscled ass, sometimes stroking FuelMix’s biceps.

“Do you really need to get home right now?” pleaded the Twink

“Um…..why?” asked FuelMix, a little unsure as to where this was all going.

“Let’s have some coffee…..please…? I really like your energy. My treat! Please say you will!”

And with that, Twink led FuelMix to a Starbucks and insisted on paying. A little table in the corner with 2 chairs became conveniently available. Twink pulled up his chair real close, so his legs brushed up against FuelMix and he could run his hand up FuelMix’s thighs. He placed one hand on FuelMix’s forearms, looked around quickly and then kissed FuelMix on the cheek.

“What are you doing?” asked FuelMix in a non-threatening way.

“I think I have a crush on you…” whispered the Twink, flashing his braces. “People laugh at me when I tell them I pick up on other people’s energy, but it’s true….I feel other people’s vibes – and you’re sexy and you have good vibes….I like that I guess….I felt that when I saw you…..that’s why I stuck around to wait for you…..I really hope you’re not offended”.

“No”, said FuelMix gently, “I’m surprised, but not offended”

And with that, Twink and FuelMix spent nearly an hour in one corner of Starbucks. Twink did most of the babbling. He was coming to terms with his sexuality, male companionship, male physicality, attraction to other men, what kind of men he liked. He was clearly inexperienced and vulnerable. But at the same time, he was open, demonstrative and sexually affectionate without being a pain or an embarrassment.

In a quirky, dorky way, the Twink’s attention to FuelMix was just what FuelMix needed at the time. FuelMix has already mentioned the disaster October turned out to be and was feeling neither attractive nor intelligent. On the basis that there are never any accidents in the Universe, this barely legal aged twink was supposed to run into FuelMix to take his mind off himself.

FuelMix looked into the Twink’s eyes and remembered, when he was a barely legal aged twink, he called up a Gay Hotline in frustrated desperation and spilled the same kind of beans the Twink was coming out with.

“Shall we go for a walk along the harbour?” chirped the Twink.

“It’s getting late” said FuelMix, “I should be getting home”.

“Just another half an hour, I promise” said the Twink “I just want to be near you….I know a quiet place on the harbourfront – we could sit down there for a little while”

And so FuelMix and the Twink ended up on a bench on Very Rich Megacity’s world famous harbourfront. There was a gentle breeze, a spectacular cityscape, lovers holding hands no crowds.

It was a quiet event. Twink sat very close to FuelMix, with his arm around his hips and his head on FuelMix’s shoulder. He was caressing FuelMix’s hair and back. Frequently, he would kiss FuelMix on the lips and moan softly. It was the first time FuelMix had French kissed a mouthful of braces, but hey……..

FuelMix put his arm around the Twink and held him in the evening breeze. Not much was said. FuelMix couldn’t remember whether he was looking at himself or the next generation.

When the time came to leave, the Twink gave FuelMix a long lingering deep kiss.

“Thank you ….thank you so much” whispered the Twink, “Is it OK for me to e-mail you? Maybe next time we could catch a movie, just hang out, look at the shops, whatever you want”

“If you like,” said FuelMix.

The Twink flashed his braces smile, shrugged on his backpack, walked away, turned back, waved and ran towards the subway station.

FuelMix walked, reminding himself of Google’s motto, “Do No Evil”.

© 2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

Testify & Strut

Let’s call a spade a spade. If a “hate crime” charge is actually brought in an alleged gay bashing incident, expect the case to receive saturation fag media coverage, because such charges are so rare. Fags just love drama. There’ll be no shortage of queers lining up to testify and jamming the courtroom for apparent moral support. But it won’t be exclusively in the interests of justice. They’ll be hoping to land a modelling contract.

© 2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

Gay Bashing & Hate Crimes

Cruising online, FuelMix discovered a report from that West Coast shithole, World Class City. A group of young men surrounded 2 men walking hand in hand just after midnight, down the main drag of the gay village. It is alleged that obscenities and slurs were uttered by the group. The result was that one of the 2 men sustained facial injuries and a broken jaw and one of the youths might be charged with a “hate crime”.

Since the matter is going to trial, FuelMix will not say anymore on it. Instead, FuelMix will comment on gay bashing and “hate crimes” generally.

Having “hate crime” legislation is a silly notion. At best it’s a sop to political correctness (i.e. “gee, aren’t we a diverse, multi-cultural, multi-sexual society…..we need to sanitize the language and restrict people’s behaviour more”). At worst, it’s a tool of social intimidation with potentially fascist consequences since it has no limits. It is also open to abuse and manipulation by 3 parties: the Police, the accused and the victim.

Why is it open to abuse and manipulation? In a criminal court the standard of proof for a “hate crime” is higher. The prosecution has to show that what was said and done was with the specific intent of attacking another person’s race, gender, religion and sexuality. In practice, “hate crime” charges are rarely brought. The prosecution doesn’t want to be seen clutching at straws by attempting to distort the evidence.

FuelMix has always felt that “hate crime” legislation should be repealed. Instead, pursuant to a conviction on the other charges e.g. aggravated assault, the Judge should be invited to infer from the totality of the evidence that the injured party was targeted on the grounds of race, gender, religion and sexuality. If the judge agreed, then the defendant gets extra punishment.

It’s often overlooked by fags that due to the difficulties of proof, “hate crime” legislation should not be viewed as the automatic choice of prosecution. FuelMix suggests it should be viewed as the last resort. The fallacy in most fags’ reasoning is screaming that because an attack took place in Fagland or on a fag, it must automatically be a “hate crime”. In some cases, that’s true: thugs will descend on a neighbourhood knowing that a certain (stereo)type of person is likely to come by.

But what about a situation where a dude, who happens to be a (straight looking, straight acting) fag, is walking by himself down a suburban street with his backpack and IPod. He’s attacked and mugged by thugs. They punch, kick him and break his jaw. He falls to the ground dazed and bleeding. The thugs swipe his wallet and his IPod. One of them gets the bright idea of unzipping the backpack and they find 2 gay porno mags. They fish them out, flip through them, laugh and make comments. They toss the magazines on the ground, next to where the fag is lying in a pool of blood, kick him a few times then split.

The police come along to find an injured, mugged dude surrounded by gay porn which was obviously unzipped from his backpack and which has his and the fingerprints of the thugs all over them. Are they to assume this was a “hate crime”? Would they pressure the traumatized fag into making a potentially embarrassing confession that he’s gay just in order to up the ante for a conviction? At what point could they show that the mugging morphed into a “hate crime”?

FuelMix suggests that fags have forgotten the inherent tension in “hate crime” legislation namely, the intended protection of minorities or a sub-culture, versus the notion of affirmatively favouring one group and all the political baggage that brings.

© 2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

Sashay, Sand & Speedos

It had been sometime since FuelMix appeared at the University of Fag Bar (pending accreditation). So, pushing open the doors, he made his entrance – and was promptly eyeballed by the usual alumni of fag losers, flakes and half-wits who had, unknowingly, provided FuelMix with the ammunition that makes this blog worthwhile.

Ordering his usual poison, FuelMix was obliged to stand directly in front of the bar, since his favourite perches were taken. Seconds later, Madonna’s nasal whine in the form of “You Must Be My Lucky Star” cranked up on the jukebox.

Almost immediately, FuelMix was swept out of the way by two late 40s white fags sashaying down an imaginary corridor that led past the bar and towards the toilets. Bemused and fazed, FuelMix watched as the 2 ageing white fags sashayed back and forth on what was obviously an imaginary catwalk in time to Madonna’s whining, giggling like schoolgirls.

Unable to contain his curiosity, FuelMix tapped one of the sashaying fags and asked what was going down. Breathless and excited, the ageing white fag gushed that he and his friend had purchased tickets to a beach party and a rave, which was to be held across the border from Very Rich Megacity. Fag and his friend had decided they needed to practice how to strut.

FuelMix asked if they were merely kidding around, but noooo……the ageing white fag was quite serious. As he put it, when a fag’s body and looks go downhill, the fag has to work twice as hard to attract the attention of the younger hotties who would be at a rave and beach party in droves. Since there was no way either of the ageing fags could compete on the dance moves, it was thought prudent to learn how to sashay up and down the dance floor.

The apparent logic was that not only could they at least move in time to the music, but by sashaying, they could effectively cruise the dance floor. Both ageing white fags were into young chinks in their 20s.

FuelMix smirked. Firstly, the music at a rave would be anything but 1980s Madonna. Secondly their style of sashaying would effectively cut a swathe through the dance floor and piss the other fags off, thereby wrecking their cruising chances. Thirdly, a couple of sashaying white fags in their 40s, would be looked on by the rave crowd as an amusing novelty at best, a pathetic display at worst.

Eager to add his 2 cents worth, the other ageing white fag chimed in to announce that they had just bought brand new Speedo swimming trunks.

“Look!” he exclaimed, as he whirled around to display his ample flabby ass.

A pair of red Speedo briefs stuck out of his back pocket, like a spandex hanky code. Fag pulled out the Speedos, opened them, spread them across his face and started licking them through the crotch. The other ageing white fag screamed in delight, embraced his friend and started to French-kiss him through the Speedos.

Nobody in the bar paid the slightest attention.

The 2 ageing white fags remained locked in their French-kissing-thru-Speedos embrace as Eric Clapton came on the jukebox and sang, “Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?”

It seemed appropriate.

© 2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

Gateway

1/F Kwong Ah Building
114 Thomson Road
Wanchai
Hong Kong
Telephone: 2591 0500
MTR Exit B3

Gateway is the 3rd of the saunas (after ABC and HUNK) operated by the Gateway Group. Tucked away in what is really a side street in bustling Wanchai, it's location gets high marks for being discreet. Close to the business district of Central, it's in a perfect spot to flee from the office in the afternoons and tell your secretary you've gone to a meeting with a fictitious client.


Of the 3 saunas operated by the Gateway Group, "gateway" is the largest, cleanest and the best laid out. There isn't quite that feeling of grubby claustrophobia that is the defining characteristic of every other gay sauna in Very Rich Megacity.

Thank God, it's doesn't have the infuriating artsiness and general impracticality of HUNK. If anything, it's better equipped - and more sparsely decorated - than HUNK and its sister, ABC.

Pay your 100 bucks and step right into a long space with lockers along the walls. The lounge, with good quality leather sofas and a massaging recliner, are to the right. Free internet access with the obligatory bowl of bananas and crackers and free soft drinks plus a coffee maker are also near the lounge.

To the far left of the lockers is the shower area. Pretty impressive too. A jacuzzi and a cold splash tub, a tiny dry sauna, showers with an additional jet at cock level and an adequately sized steam room with a cold shower in it. Lots of action potential. And it seems clean (although FuelMix has a personal policy of NEVER sitting in a communal jacuzzi).

However, be warned. The management appears to have put some kind of inhalant in the steam room, similar to Vicks Vapo Rub. It stings your nostrils and severely limits the time you can spend in there. But the cold shower in there is fun - especially when a fag is eating FuelMix's muscled ass.

Also to the left of the lockers, are the play rooms. Let's get this point out of the way: EVERY ONE OF THE FUCKIN PLAY ROOMS HAS A DISTORTION - INDUCING MIRROR !!! THE TYPE YOU FIND IN FAIRGROUNDS!!! AAAAAAARGH..............................!!!

It's like, "what the fuck.........................?"

The good news is that there are enough play rooms there - including a massive one right at the end for group fucks. There's also a jack off wall with a bench at crotch level to give blow jobs to passing meat. The porn is a mixture of jap and western. For once, the western porn was actually pretty hot.

According to the customers who were there, this place has a more relaxed atmosphere than HUNK. FuelMix can testify to that one: while typing this posting from the free internet access in the premises, FuelMix is receiving a gentle licking on his nipples and armpits from a friendly fag (who hasn't a clue what FuelMix is actually doing right now).

Worth a return visit and definitely a place that both chink fags, foreign fags and western fags should check out. Far better than anything in Central.

HUNK 1

1/F Overseas Building, 
417 - 421 Hennessy Road, 
Causeway Bay,
Hong Kong

Telephone: 2893 7027

Take MTR Exit B

This has now been re-named as Action, following a renovation.  Read Hunk 2 and then go to the Labels section of the blog, on the Right Hand Side, and click on "Action HKG" for the full up to date review as at August 2010.

Prince House

OK, straight up, this place is an unmitigated disaster. Tucked away in a back lane in the heart of Very Rich Megacity's SOHO area, you'd think this place would be rocking with sexed up studs. But nooo.................it's deserted. And FuelMix should know. In the interests of blog research, he went back several times.

For starters, the place is not a fully fledged gay sauna. It's a gay play space - and not a good one either. It's tiny and very cramped. And have fun negotiating the near-vertical staircase to get to the lockers, a few play rooms and a so-called video room showing mainly Jap porn. And dudes about 6'2" won't be able to stand upright in the upstairs area.

The place just reeks of "dead". The guys that do show up, are not good looking and mainly office worker chinks.

Downstairs, there are play rooms big enough for groups and 2 people can close them off. The last time FuelMix was there, counting himself, there were 2 other fags. 3 hours later, nobody else had shown up.

It's just wasted potential. Watch out for the "discount coupons" the front desk hands out. They have some restrictions that are not spelt out. All notices are in chink. Surprising really, coz the SOHO area is full of expatriate professionals.

This is one place that should just be left to go out of business. The front desk knows the place is dead. But they won't say anything to you and just take your cash.

How Not To Run A Gay Sauna 2

FuelMix has written at length about the emotional cripples that appear to be a hallmark of Fagland and of fag businesses. The fascinated reader is referred to the postings under the label “Gay Business”.

Another sterling example is the opening and operation of a certain sauna. Its location is unimportant. What is important is how neatly it illustrates exactly what FuelMix has written about and why FuelMix consistently refuses to do business with fags.

Let’s start with the premise that the fag charged with “managing” the sauna (FuelMix uses the term loosely) was another man’s fuck who hung around long enough to appear conveniently responsible. Let’s also start with the premise that the managing fag didn’t have a clue about business. And let’s not forget to add that the said fag had business avoidance issues, a propensity to keep his hand in the till, a recurring failure to pay creditors, a tendency to disappear for prolonged periods of time without explanation and a drug habit.

Straight away, the reader will notice that none of those traits augurs well for any business. But where a business that depends on sex for its cash flow is concerned, the idea that management should be the product of a fuck is just ludicrous. Yeah, yeah, FuelMix is well aware of the casting couch phenomenon and the need to put out to get a position. But which business built on sex, drugs, dishonesty and behavioural issues has survived for any length of time?

Suffice it to say that the sauna lurches from crisis to crisis. It is in business (in a manner of speaking), its management erratic at best, non-existent at worst, there’s a high staff turnover and the till is everybody’s cookie jar.

So what’s the business worth? Considering the accounts are entirely suspect and cash regularly goes missing, the value of the business is effectively zero.

And the clientele? Well, they ain’t stupid. In between snorting crack they can smell a rat. And ya all know how charitable fags can be. Bitching like hell and bad mouthing the place, the goodwill of the business is rapidly evaporating.

© 2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

You Are What You Eat

........and eating Italian will never be the same again.

Gay Sauna Update

Central Escalator

Oh dear, oh dear, FuelMix was chatting to some fags about their preferred saunas and Central Escalator really got bashed: cramped, grubby, very little room to play, overpriced and fat white trolls. It’s OK if you’re a foreigner and you absolutely insist on playing with other foreigners, or you’re lost or just visiting town, but apparently it’s not OK as a regular thing. Seems the foreigners showing up in that place aren’t that good looking any more.

ABC

And in the same conversation, ABC didn’t get high marks either. Seems to be getting too prissy and everybody stands around and models. Described as very much a hit and miss affair with attitude on the increase. Foreigners like it since it’s squeaky clean and there’s no shortage of chink fags with attitude. Go figure. A favourite for flight attendants staying in the hotels in the vicinity.

And just how much longer are they gonna keep playing that video of Madonna in concert?....

Ni Chome

Their so-called opening hours ,recently extended to 4am, is a joke. Friday and Saturday nites, you might find people hanging around late, but the rest of the week, it dies before 10pm.

Galaxy

The biggest surprise of all. Yeah it’s big and grubby, attracts hordes of married chinks from the mainland, but it gets high marks for action. No shortage of people there up to 11pm closing time. Constant stream of people coming in. Said to be only a matter of time before the so called chink “muscleboys” that flock to Double, start showing up here.

Steadily attracting foreigners. Initially used to be old fat trolls, but now attracting some with half-decent bodies.

Well there’s the update fags. Remember, FuelMix is just the messenger reporting on conversations. There are lots more gay saunas in Very Rich Megacity which FuelMix has yet to try.

2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

Double Sauna 1

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8th Floor, Oriental House
24 - 26 Argyle Street
Mong Kok
Kowloon
Hong Kong
MTR: Mong Kok Station, Exit D3

Tel: 2396  9595
Web:  http://www.double-sauna.com/

This is a 24 hour gay sauna here in Very Rich Megacity which is attracting attention. FuelMix has not yet been there, but has on several occasions heard the following 3 things about it from chink fags:

• The sauna is run as a Members Only club. That’s not unusual – except that they operate an exclusion policy based on looks. Apparently, if you “look” over 35, you won’t be let in (never mind what your formal ID says).

• They want “muscleboys” as clientele. That’s because it’s situated very close to a major gym franchise and a well known underwear shop that’s a gay haunt.

• They “prefer” chinks as customers.

In summary, it appears that Double wants under-35 chink muscleboys.

FuelMix is presently neutral on the merits of a Looks Exclusion Policy tied to age.

The term “muscleboys” needs to be put in context. FuelMix heard the same thing about ABC and went there on several occaisons before writing it off. Other than FuelMix himself, there wasn’t anybody else there who could be categorized as well muscled. However, FuelMix keeps hearing that Double is just crawling with chink “muscleboys”.

The preference for only chinks as customers is potentially ominous.

FuelMix is not a chink and, as mentioned above, has not yet been to the sauna. If anyone can comment on the 3 policies that this sauna is said to operate, preferably from first hand experience, perhaps they could submit their comments to the blog.

2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

The (New) Etiquette Of Farting

It’s well known that to be successful, an entrepreneur has to find a niche. And what better niche than a person’s butt crack? A company from God’s Own Country has developed a range of personal care sticky patches. One of them is called the Subtle Butt Disposable Gas Neutralizer. It’s a patch, 3.25 inches square and and 1/32 inches thin.

The user places this sticky patch in the right place inside their underwear. The patch consists of 2 layers: a soft fabric with anti-microbial treatment and a second layer of activated carbon. When the urge to fart hits, let it rip and the activated carbon absorbs the interesting odours.

So, with this little gizmo, you can certainly fart, but you won’t upset people with your aroma………

You think FuelMix is making this up?

Go to their website and check it out:

http://www.garmentguard.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWCATS&Category=8

And here’s the video:

The 6 Trends - Part 4

Here fags, lap it up:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/feb/11/usa.theairlineindustry

FuelMix knows from the web stats that fags are reading his postings on The 6 Trends. As usual, since anonymous comments are not allowed, fags don't have the balls to identify themselves and state a position. Either that or they're still sucking on a crack pipe.

The 6 Trends - Part 3

Here fags, read this – taken from the CNN’s website for 4 February 2008:

http://edition.cnn.com/2008/TECH/02/04/fbi.biometrics/

2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

The 6 Trends - Part 2

Picture a future on Earth, bleak and dark.

Human beings have become the subject of massive behaviour control and modification via powerful electromagnetic frequencies, continuously beamed at them from the time they are a developing foetus in the womb till the time they die. The natural electromagnetic frequencies of the body and the brain have been successfully intercepted by technology. The human brain has mutated in an attempt to accommodate these strange overwhelming electromagnetic impulses beamed at it. The role of the human brain as the master governor of the body will be overridden.

The intrusion of technology into the human body is mandatory. Every human being is surgically implanted with an RFID chip. The sophistication of the chip is such that in addition to pinpoint GPS capability as to the human’s precise location within 4 walls or outside, the chip will monitor vital signs and then some. The chip will monitor, control and influence hormonal production as well as electromagnetic frequency. The chip will have the capability to speed or slow down breathing, heart rate, blood pressure. The chip will govern speech, vocabulary and take full control of conscious and unconscious motor functions such as physical movement.

The constant bombarding of electromagnetic frequencies and electronic entrainment, will “jam” the human into a limited frequency range. Their emotions and mental faculties can be stunted at will. Joy, ecstasy, pleasure, feelings of caring or concern, the power of analysis, can be rationed or replaced with a chronic numbness to the range of human emotions, or simply substituted by feelings of rage, anger, aggression, depression and hopelessness. Fear will become the overwhelming emotion.

Humans will be turned into drones, and pack mules, a new generation of beasts of burden for whom original thought will be discouraged. Overwhelming organic and molecular control will become the prerogative of government. Sexual activity, sexual orientation will be genetically, chemically or electronically manipulated. Sub-cultures, languages, whole societies and their histories, can be wiped out if they are found to offend the official line.

The manipulation of electromagnetic frequencies to trigger disease, cancer and tumor, has been perfected. Through the modulation of frequencies, certain classes of humans can be spared disease or can be subject to controlled infections to reduce their numbers.

Human DNA will be freely and outrageously manipulated with animal DNA. The myths of half man, half beast (mermaid, minotaur, centaur) will be shown to be true. Mammalian, reptilian and insect bloodlines will be mixed at will, without regard to the morality of so doing.

DNA research and genetic engineering, will have modified food. Humans will simply have to eat what is presented to them. Food will be yet another control tool

For the record:

• FuelMix has no interest in politics.

• FuelMix has no interest in sci-fi and does not watch or read sci-fi. Any similarity to published or broadcast material is purely co-incidental. This and the preceding post are based solely on FuelMix’s observations and readings of publicly available media.

So fags, there's FuelMix's interpretation of the 6 Trends.

2008 FuelMix All Rights Reserved

The 6 Trends - Part 1

FuelMix is a very keen urban observant and looks for clues in apparently unrelated phenomena. Let’s also articulate the premise that fact may indeed be stranger than fiction.

Trend 1

First, is the huge number of people carrying things around. Backpacks are getting bigger, laptop carrying cases are larger, more people are using a hybrid carry-on luggage on wheels that doubles as a briefcase, shopping bags are bigger, people are using both a briefcase and a laptop case, leather satchels or ballistic nylon messenger bags are everywhere.

Trend 2

Second, is the deep social penetration of electronic devices, namely portable media players, mobile phones, personal digital assistants, Bluetooth ear pieces, music and radio headphones. Almost everyone you see, of all ages, is wearing or carrying something that ultimately plugs into their ears.

Every electronic device emits an electromagnetic frequency. The human brain and the human body continuously emits electromagnetic frequencies as well. There are already grumblings alleging that mobile phones are causing brain tumors. Yet they and every other device, are plugged into people’s ears – which incidentally are in close proximity to the brain.

What is the effect of these electromagnetic frequencies on the human body’s and the human brain’s natural electromagnetic frequencies?

Trend 3

Third, is the avowed urban intent to go Wi-Fi. Drag your laptop, your handheld anywhere – hey, it’s convenient. A plethora of Wi-Fi transmitters is everywhere – on rooftops, in the subway, on traffic lights, street signs, in school playgrounds, in parks, in offices. There are even activists who insist that internet access is now a basic human right.

Trend 4

Fourth, the increasing acceleration of media reports on cloning, specifically, the acceptance of animal cloning (“isn’t it a nice way to protect endangered species…?” and “wouldn’t it be nice to eat beef without fear of Mad Cow Disease?”) and the inevitability of human cloning.

What is even more interesting are the reports of cloning one animal with another to produce a hybrid. Those reports are becoming more frequent.

Trend 5

Fifth, hardly a week goes by without some genetic scientist claiming to have an insight into human DNA and proclaiming that in the not-too-distant-future, there will be a cure for this or that.

Trend 6

Sixth, the fetish to monitor human behaviour and characteristics justified on the grounds of national security, corporate security, or crime-prevention. Withess the number of urban security cameras, the insistence that travelers provide all 10 fingerprints, iris scans, the data-mining on a person’s travel history, the monitoring of corporate e-mails, the soon-to-be-launched computer programs to wirelessly monitor a person’s heart beat, blood pressure and facial expressions whilst at the office, the surgical implanting of RFID chips in prisoners and those working in high-level security installations.

What does this all mean? As FuelMix said at the beginning of this posting, let’s start with the premise that fact may indeed be stranger than fiction.

FuelMix will give his take on the 6 Trends in Part 2.

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Galaxy Sauna 4

Fascinated readers will recall that sometime ago, FuelMix reviewed Galaxy sauna here in Very Rich Megacity and trashed it, saying he would not go back. Discussing the review with chink fags, FuelMix learned that he was right on target. 

So why is FuelMix writing about this place again - particularly in light of what he said in Galaxy 1 and Galaxy 2 ? Because he went back. 

Huh....? 

That’s right fags, FuelMix went back several times to have another look, having decided that ABC and Central Escalator were total rip-offs. 

The physical state of the place is still dark and grubby, as FuelMix had previously written and the chink fags as aggressive as ever. But there’s been a change – the place is attracting hordes of chinks from Mainland China, Singapore, Malaysia and bananas from God’s Own Country. 

Now first off, in the looks department these chink fags are nothing to drool over. But…… they do have one important characteristic: a surprising number of them were pretty kinky and submissive.

FuelMix’s muscled bod and Truly Famous Bubble Butt, attracted repeated attention in the Locker Room and there was no shortage of hungry chinks licking their lips following FuelMix around and deep rimming him the way he likes it. These hungry ugly chinks are pretty dedicated rimmers and can go for a while. 

Some of these chinks liked to have their throats fucked pretty rough. And they also respected FuelMix’s policy that he would only be sucked with a condom (although they could swallow his cum straight from his cock in the end when FuelMix ripped off the condom). FuelMix had a great time doing push ups on their mouths as they stroked his hairy thighs. 

And of course these chinks love to be fucked and FuelMix duly obliged. A lot of them are real moaners and squealers which only adds to the enjoyment. 

So yeah.....there’s the update on Galaxy. Physically the place is dark, cramped and shitty, but so far, it’s the closest to sleazy, raunchy sex that you’ll get in Very Rich Megacity. 

There’s also no shortage of whites there, mainly older. 

For the moment, FuelMix has turned bullish on the place. Check it out and see how raunchy you get.

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Central Escalator 5

2nd Floor, Cheung Hing Commercial Building, 

37 Cochrane Street,

Central, 

Hong Kong

MTR: Central or Hong Kong Station
 

Tel: 2581 9951

Easy way to find it: above 7 Eleven and opposite Park N Shop supermarket.


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Having critiqued this establishment in November 2007, FuelMix went there to see if there might have been any improvements. 

Nope.

The carpet was still damp. The place is cluttered, uninspiring and claustrophobic. There’s no shortage of white fags, but the quality was decidedly mediocre.

The Fag From The Big Apple

And speaking of white fags, a fag from the Big Apple arrived at the front desk. He was attempting to negotiate his way in because as he complained loudly, “there was just nobody hot to play with last time and it’s not fair on the customer to waste money”.

Attempting to be helpful, the chink staff enquired what sort of men the fag was after.

“I’m ONLY into westerners” declaimed the fag for all to hear. The staff informed him that there were westerners present.

“Are they hot?” persisted the fag, “I really don’t wanna waste my money!”

The staff said there were in no position to judge, since that was a subjective decision. The fag paid his cash, got his towel and entered.

FuelMix smirked. Fag was nothing to look at.

Fag undressed, and proceeded to hop from place to place. After a while, 3 things became apparent:

• Fag was not attracting any westerners despite his cruising and best efforts;

• Fag always ended up where FuelMix was, whether in the steam room, the showers or the dry saunas;

• Fag was checking out FuelMix’s muscled bod and sharp Aryan features.

FuelMix entered the dry sauna. Fag was already there, as was another white fag. FuelMix sat in one corner, contentedly jacking himself while watching the porno.

Fag started to edge towards FuelMix. Then reached out his hand and started to stroke FuelMix’s hairy thighs. FuelMix swiftly removed his hand without saying a word. Fag threw a hissy fit, jumped off the sauna bench turned to FuelMix:

Fag: Your loss man! You don’t know what you’re missing! You can go fuck yourself!

FM: You made your choice loudly at the desk. Stick to it. I’m not giving or receiving charity sex.

Fag snorted, wrapped his towel and stormed off. The other white fag looked at FuelMix and nodded in agreement.

“I brushed him off too” he said with a grin. “Guy was a total asshole”.

(Apparently fag left the premises immediately, getting no action).

 

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