Playing With Myself

Fags will never publicly admit to just how much time they spend in public toilets.  It’s not something that comes up much in polite fag company.  But the fact remains that fags are remarkably loyal to their circuit of public toilets, sometimes haunting them for decades on specific dates and times.  Fags are more loyal to their toilets than they are to their bars and clubs.

A fag will instinctively plot his journey back from the gym (when he’s pumped) or from the office (when he’s stressed out) via a favourite – or a matrix of favourite – pit stops.  It becomes a ritual, an almost automatic pilgrimage, even if it is hard on the feet.  If the gym is church to a fag, then a public toilet is a sanctuary.  As pervasive as the antiseptic and the air fresher, is the communal vow of silence.  (Only gauche str8 guys in a gang make stupid jokes in the john). It’s one of the few places where the fag might turn off his mobile phone.  His sense of hearing, peripheral vision and intuition are heightened.  They have to be.  As familiar as the surroundings are, one wrong move and he could be bashed, blackmailed, threatened or arrested.

Over time, visual recognition becomes second nature.  The fag figures out when the obviously closeted married guy, the tourists, the troll, the rampant exhibitionist, that hot guy in a suit, the hustler and the gym jock show up.   He can fine tune his circuit to synchronise with their arrival and avoid those he’s not into.  Hell, they’re so predictable, he could hand out Christmas Cards if he knew their names and save on the postage.

Hardly a word is said, sometimes the occasional nod.  If a fag is caught lurking there by a fag with whom he might be acquainted somewhere else, one of 2 things will happen.  Either both will grin sheepishly and break the ice or, they’ll leer at each other in silent mutually feigned derision.  

Ironic..........

Each just Outed the other’s proclivity and both are speechless.  Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell kicks in immediately, sometimes for life.

There’s no denying that for a fag, the public toilet is a heady mix of Strategy, Curiosity, Patience, Risk and Reward.  It’s a Zone Of Recreation that can and does become addictive.

It could potentially be profitable.

Just ask British-based Captive Media that developed a urinal-mounted, piss-controlled games console for men.  A BBC report dated 28 November 2011 entitled, Toilet gaming technology targets urinal boredom sets out the story.

Currently being used in some bars, it combines gaming with advertising.  It aims to exploit the “dwell time” (on average 55 seconds) that a man spends in front of a urinal.  His cock acts like a joystick, directing piss into a choice of sensors in the urinal that allow him to control and score on the game console – and then to publicly brag about it afterwards on a digital Leader Board.

FuelMix can see how this gizmo could end up in public toilets all over town since the business model appears to be flexible enough to include revenue sharing.  Initial findings also showed that male toilets became cleaner since the sensors require controlled, accurate pissing.

If this gizmo is appearing in bars, is it only a matter of time before it shows up on the fag's urban circuit?  How is the fag going to cope with a public toilet that now looks like an arcade rather than the fantasy porn set to which he flees every evening before going home to the BF or the wife?

The appearance of this Game Boy could be a threat or an optional extra. It changes the whole dynamic of the public toilet by injecting the amusement of urethral dexterity to relieve some moments of boredom. To the toilet-haunting fag, his game of cruising is a deadly serious game of skill, danger, secrecy and sex. Sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses. His technique has been honed over time and it’s not something he brags about.

Originally published 5 December 2011
Amended and Republished 30 June 2013

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Truth In Advertising

In case fags hadn't realized, some white fags who are HIV Poz, are having the internationally recognized Biohazard symbol  (see below) tattooed on them. It started in God's Own Country where it showed up on male porn "stars" doing Bareback gay porn and who subsequently tested Poz.  The tattoo was intended to be body art, dark humour, an implicit visual warning and an advertisement that you played with them at your own risk.

The underground gay scene caught on to this little symbol.  Think of it as an accessory to the hanky code.  You have been informed.  Those fags who have this tattoo and are not Poz, may have some explaining to do to those who know what it actually means.

Originally published 18 December 2011.
Amended and Republished 30 June 2013

Hunter Sauna 11

10th Floor Ko's House
577 Nathan Road
Yau Ma Tei
Kowloon
Hong Kong
MTR: Yau Ma Tei Station, Exit A, then Exit A1

Tel: 2138 8678
Staff speak English on the phone 

Opening Hours:
Monday - Thursday 3pm to 3am
Friday nites - 3pm to overnite
Saturday - all day to overnite
Sunday - 3pm to 3am

Web: http://www.huntersauna.com.hk/ 

 
The Clientele

Just as Galaxy sucks in the Fugly older oriental (and if you've been, you'll know just how FUGLY....), Hunter Sauna is the honeypot that sucks in the Young Oriental Twink. They just keep coming through the door, 2 or 3 at a time. Make no mistake about it.  This place is popular.

It's obvious that they're paying way less than what FuelMix paid.  We suspect they're paying about 50 bucks or less. And these GAM twinks are young - and we do mean YOUNG -  as in barely legal, who only recently stopped carrying a note from their Mom. It's as if Hunter is their first dip into the gay gene pool.  The Twink's biggest asset appears to be his underwear from Abercrombie and Fitch at HK$148.00 (last time we checked that store).

Hunter opens from 3pm daily.  On a Friday evening, we saw 2 distinct types of  Young Oriental Twinks. Those that come in earlier and those who appeared later.

The earlier arrivals were young,  incredibly skinny and incredibly ugly. They'd brought their attitude in with them and were still perfecting Stand And Model.

Later in the evening, the Young Oriental Twinks could be described as "slim fit". In other words, they had a little more meat on them.

But.....there was also a third category that started to appear around 7:30pm.  These were gym fit to muscular  local GAMs in their mid 20s to late 30s.  Some of them had interesting bodies but as usual, there was a ton of attitude.

As the only foreigner there, FuelMix was initially given the cold shoulder by all 3 categories, notwithstanding that they'd come up to him in the Dark Room (where nobody could see), touch him and say, "very nice body". Then they'd flee down the corridor when another sign of life appeared.  It was extremely frustrating and hard to tell whether it was shyness, attitude or racism - or all three. In fact, FuelMix was ignored for over 2 hours.

It wasn't until the more muscular GAMs appeared that FuelMix got attention - 3 times to be exact, including a hot group display, reminiscent of the now defunct Towel Club.  It was pretty mindblowing but hard to tell whether it was because FuelMix was considered hot, or just a novelty.  And some of the more muscular GAMs spoke good English and confessed they were thrilled to see a (hot) foreigner.  Go figure.


Pros

• Easy to get to
• Very popular with Young Oriental Twinks 
• Very clean
• Much improved Dark Area
• Adequate private rooms
• Good choice of piped music played at comfortable volume
• Some muscular types show up
• Some GAM muscular types MAY be friendly to foreigners

Cons

• Small lift
• Tons of attitude
• Towel Scam - if you wanna replace the big towel, they charge 10 bucks....!! Otherwise, ask for the free small towel refills
• Might take hours to get attention 
• Not really  sure how the customers handle foreigners.

The Verdict

We confess that we were pleasantly surprised to get multiple attention. But it fuckin' took forever. The Front Desk staff were certainly polite and pleasant and FuelMix was let in without fuss. We had earlier heard rumours of "Hutongism", but the reality is, we don't know.  

What we can say for sure, is that there were NO fatties, bears, chubs or whites during our stint.  The preferred clientele ranges from really skinny to gym muscle local Chinese. We didn't see Mainland Chinese infestation.

(With the exception of the odd generic white) that's not much different to the clientele that shows up at Big Top - and we've written in the Big Top reviews, that it can take ages to get attention there too. Our suspicion is that Big Top would attract a larger number of muscular guys.


 Would FuelMix Go Back?

He might............

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Memo to Fags 21

To: Fags
From: FuelMix

Is FuelMix the only one to notice the irony of all those fags craving marriage, when they can't even create a relationship.....?

Like all things Faggotry, they've got it ass-backwards.

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Driven To Distraction

One of the biggest cons of fag theology is the idea of “community”. Fags talk of “the family”, their roommates, their SO, their ex, their “Pride”, their orgies, the circuit parties, the drop-in centers, the “awareness campaigns”, the cruise to the Caribbean on a ship full of fags…….their latest trick. 

But how many fags do you know who advocate the power of consistently being alone without distraction? 

More often than not, spot an urban fag and he’s  got a cigarette, weed, some frou-frou latte from Starbucks, some E, V, crack, crystal or K hidden in his backpack, or he’s plugged to his MP3 player, married to his cell phone, or cruising the chat rooms on his laptop. If he’s without those accessories then whether he’s standing, sitting, or moving, he’s looking for someone. 

In other words, the fag, when by himself, is surrounded by a choice of addiction, or gadgets; or, his solo state is simply a precursor to the hope of a casual hookup – preferably sooner rather than later. 

Remember, it was fags who coined the term “Mr Right-Now” instead of “Mr Right”. 

An interesting by-product of this dependence on addiction, gadgetry or someone else for pleasure is that many urban fags are simply unable to focus on one thing for any length of time. FuelMix has observed that fags consistently have the attention span of a rubber band. They’re constantly shifting internally, chronically nervous, un-grounded and easily distracted. 

Initially, it comes across as a certain liveliness which appears to be quite charming. But observe more closely and it’s apparent that the fag is so distracted that internally, he’s fluttering like a leaf in a hurricane. Look and listen even more closely and the fag is just glib, superficial and probably lying. 

What’s sadly missing in fag culture is advocacy of the power of being alone and grounded in the moment – as opposed to frantically searching for some chemical, mechanical or human co-dependency. 

FuelMix finds it ironic that fags bitch long and hard to be accepted as they are. What a crock. As pointed out above, the fag is never alone. There’s always a crutch nearby. After all, that hunky gym hottie with the fierce bulge in his jeans always hits Starbucks at 5pm, there’s dinner with Matt, drinks with Brad and the after-party with Chad. And later tomorrow, Todd and Tad are coming by for wine and cheese. And it’s a full moon too so I’ll definitely be horny and have to hit the sauna…….and OMG aren’t the Oscars on? Gary’s holding an Oscar party at his place.  

Many fags don’t even have the courage to accept themselves which only comes with sustained, quiet introspection together with some personal and physical space. That explains why fags are so quick to attack each other. Their own infrequent reflections are too painful. 

FuelMix has long suspected and declared for sometime in this blog, that the urban fag’s lifestyle is anything but empowering. Now there’s a new reason. 

It’s no accident that warriors, sages, poets, philosophers, artists, composers spent a lot of time alone, observing themselves and the world around them. It was from this internal and physical uninterrupted space that their genius flowed. 

FuelMix contends that fags are not only lonely and terrified, but easily distracted when left alone. Small wonder, as FuelMix has said before, that so many urban fags are chronic underachievers - or incredibly lonely despite their distractions.

Originally published 21 February 2008.  
Republished 12 October 2011, 18 June 2013

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Hunter Sauna 10

10th Floor Ko's House
577 Nathan Road
Yau Ma Tei
Kowloon
Hong Kong
MTR: Yau Ma Tei Station, Exit A, then Exit A1

Tel: 2138 8678
Staff speak English on the phone 

Opening Hours:
Monday - Thursday 3pm to 3am
Friday nites - 3pm to overnite
Saturday - all day to overnite
Sunday - 3pm to 3am

Web: http://www.huntersauna.com.hk/ 

A few years ago, after his initial detailed review of Hunter, FuelMix said he had no incentive to go back, suspecting amongst other things, a racist attitude towards foreigners and silly attitude.

Recently, FuelMix was hearing stuff about Hunter from his GAM Boundless Informants (y'all know by now where THAT term comes from.....). It was becoming hard to separate facts from gossip, spite and rumour. FuelMix realized he would have to show up at Hunter and accurately set out his observations and experiences by way of an update.

So on a Friday evening in pouring rain, about 6pm, FuelMix fronted up at Hunter. The chunky guy at the desk was friendly, spoke good English, smiled at FuelMix and pointed to the sign that said the entry fee was HK$148.00.  He handed over keys and a large white towel with the word "Hunter" printed on it.

There's also a sign in Chinese with the reference to HK$50.00. That appears to apply to certain age groups.

Layout, Ambience and Decor

1.  The Lounge -
That's the first thing to enter on pushing back the curtains.  It's a square shaped room with a brown colour scheme and a brown bare wooden floor.  It's uncluttered and functional but dominated by an enormous flat screen TV with a fruit basket and magazines directly underneath. At the other end of the lounge are sofas, a water cooler, 2 computer stations and a toilet.

2.  The Locker Room
Adjacent to the Lounge is the Locker Room with a vinyl bench in the middle.  The lockers are clean and come in 2 main sizes:
(a) sort of adequate; and
(b) dinky;

There's also a small vanity counter with a sink, mouthwash, mirror, tissues.

The lighting in the Locker Room is useless - it's actually lit by the glare of the porn screen above the entrance to the corridor leading to the showers, dry sauna, toilets and dark room.

3.  The Showers
The shower area has been remodeled since the last review. The glass tiled wall and the fish tank have gone. It's been replaced by a tiled lattice partition. The showers appear more spacious and there's a large window that overlooks Nathan Road. The private shower-with-a-buddy alcove in black tiles remains.

Water pressure is adequate but the temperature could be hotter.  To their credit, the flooring in the showers is non-slip and dries pretty quickly. There's also a dehumidifier in the vicinity to help.

4.  Dry Sauna
Again, this low-ceiling room is dominated by a large glaring flat screen TV. It was playing some Bruce Willis action shit with Chinese subtitles. Apparently it's an infra red sauna.  It wasn't until much later that the infra-red bit was actually switched on, but in the meantime it was a pleasantly warm place to dry off in the shower - if a customer could bear Bruce Willis, which this one couldn't.

5.  Toilets
2 exposed urinals, inexplicably covered.  Previously they allowed passing foot traffic a quick pee(k). The enclosed toilet was OK, but the lighting could be better.

6.  The Dark Area
This is where the major renovation changes have occurred. Let's be perfectly clear. This has got to rank as one of THE darkest Dark Areas in the gay saunas in Very Rich Megacity. Think Black On Black On Black. Considering that it had been about 4 years since FuelMix had last hit Hunter, pushing back the curtain and stepping in was a major shock that required a few moments of orientation. The blackness was overwhelming.

Once the eyes had adjusted, it was evident that the Dark Area layout was functional and quite intelligent:

(a)  Functional - a mixture of medium-width corridors, narrow corridors to brush against people and open spaces in which to congregate or gawk.  There are about 10 private rooms of average size. Each one of them has default floor level lighting. When you step into the room and slide the wooden door closed, it automatically activates a brighter light in the room. Each room has the usual - condom, lubes and paper towels - but sadly, doesn't have mirrors, which it really should.

b)  Intelligent - the corridor layout draws people in towards the very end of the dark room where there is a large mirrored open space with a vinyl mattress for group fun or lounging. It also lit by the glare of a porn screen.  There are 2 alcoves there as well.  Be warned - the air conditioning right at the end of the Dark Area is pretty harsh.
There's also another long corridor on the left hand side of the Dark Area which is a dead end lit by a very small porn screen.

Coming up in Hunter Sauna 11:
The Clientele
Pros and Cons
The Verdict
Would FuelMix Go Back? 

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