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Sunday, April 29, 2018

Hong Kong Twinks Online

Spotted on Craigslist Hong Kong M2M and Casual Encounters M2M over the last few days
 
Example 1:

First Time sucking dick
I have just recently turned 18 and I want to suck dick, i don't want it to be too big but I'll take anything. I can't host and cannot leave hk.

FuelMix Wrote To Twink:
Hey dude, in case you weren't aware of it, the minimum age for gay sex in Hong Kong is actually 16.  That's been the case since 2006.

Do a web search using "hong kong gay sex age of consent" and see for yourself.

Twink's Response ( the next day): 
Dammit im 2 years late


Example 2: 

Teenager stuff
Japanese teenager
Turning 16 soon
5'8
53 kg
Around 6 inches
Message me evidence you aren't gonna kill me when I get there
Pm moi and we can negotiate the money and do the dirty

FuelMix says:
  1. This ad should not be allowed online. 
  2. The kid is under 16 and is requesting money for sex.
  3. Anyone who responds to this ad, would be committing a criminal offence of soliciting sex with a minor with a cash inducement.
  4. Kid could potentially blackmail anyone who responds to this ad.
  5. Kid could also be arrested for soliciting underage sex or being an underage prostitute;
 
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Friday, April 27, 2018

What Palantir Knows About You

Suggested by a reader who'd seen our posts about what Facebook and Google know about you:

Underlining, highlighting and bold print by FuelMix:

High above the Hudson River in downtown Jersey City, a former U.S. Secret Service agent named Peter Cavicchia III ran special ops for JPMorgan Chase & Co. His insider threat group—most large financial institutions have one—used computer algorithms to monitor the bank’s employees, ostensibly to protect against perfidious traders and other miscreants. 

Aided by as many as 120 “forward-deployed engineers” from the data mining company Palantir Technologies Inc., which JPMorgan engaged in 2009, Cavicchia’s group vacuumed up emails and browser histories, GPS locations from company-issued smartphones, printer and download activity, and transcripts of digitally recorded phone conversations. Palantir’s software aggregated, searched, sorted, and analyzed these records, surfacing keywords and patterns of behavior that Cavicchia’s team had flagged for potential abuse of corporate assets. Palantir’s algorithm, for example, alerted the insider threat team when an employee started badging into work later than usual, a sign of potential disgruntlement. That would trigger further scrutiny and possibly physical surveillance after hours by bank security personnel.

Over time, however, Cavicchia himself went rogue. Former JPMorgan colleagues describe the environment as Wall Street meets Apocalypse Now, with Cavicchia as Colonel Kurtz, ensconced upriver in his office suite eight floors above the rest of the bank’s security team. People in the department were shocked that no one from the bank or Palantir set any real limits. They darkly joked that Cavicchia was listening to their calls, reading their emails, watching them come and go. Some planted fake information in their communications to see if Cavicchia would mention it at meetings, which he did.

It all ended when the bank’s senior executives learned that they, too, were being watched, and what began as a promising marriage of masters of big data and global finance descended into a spying scandal. The misadventure, which has never been reported, also marked an ominous turn for Palantir, one of the most richly valued startups in Silicon Valley. An intelligence platform designed for the global War on Terror was weaponized against ordinary Americans at home.

Founded in 2004 by Peter Thiel and some fellow PayPal alumni, Palantir cut its teeth working for the Pentagon and the CIA in Afghanistan and Iraq. The company’s engineers and products don’t do any spying themselves; they’re more like a spy’s brain, collecting and analyzing information that’s fed in from the hands, eyes, nose, and ears. The software combs through disparate data sources—financial documents, airline reservations, cellphone records, social media postings—and searches for connections that human analysts might miss. It then presents the linkages in colorful, easy-to-interpret graphics that look like spider webs. U.S. spies and special forces loved it immediately;........

Police and sheriff’s departments in New York, New Orleans,  Chicago, and Los Angeles have also used it, frequently ensnaring in the digital dragnet people who aren’t suspected of committing any crime. People and objects pop up on the Palantir screen inside boxes connected to other boxes by radiating lines labeled with the relationship: “Colleague of,” “Lives with,” “Operator of [cell number],” “Owner of [vehicle],” “Sibling of,” even “Lover of.” If the authorities have a picture, the rest is easy. Tapping databases of driver’s license and ID photos, law enforcement agencies can now identify more than half the population of U.S. adults.

JPMorgan was effectively Palantir’s R&D lab and test bed for a foray into the financial sector, via a product called Metropolis........

Cavicchia was in charge of forensic investigations at the bank. Through Palantir, he gained administrative access to a full range of corporate security databases that had previously required separate authorizations and a specific business justification to use. He had unprecedented access to everything, all at once, all the time, on one analytic platform. He was a one-man National Security Agency, surrounded by the Palantir engineers, each one costing the bank as much as $3,000 a day.  

Senior investigators stumbled onto the full extent of the spying by accident. In May 2013 the bank’s leadership ordered an internal probe into who had leaked a document to the New York Times about a federal investigation of JPMorgan for possibly manipulating U.S. electricity markets. Evidence indicated the leaker could have been Frank Bisignano, who’d recently resigned as JPMorgan’s co-chief operating officer to become CEO of First Data Corp., the big payments processor. Cavicchia had used Metropolis to gain access to emails about the leak investigation—some written by top executives—and the bank believed he shared the contents of those emails and other communications with Bisignano after Bisignano had left the bank. (Inside JPMorgan, Bisignano was considered Cavicchia’s patron—a senior executive who protected and promoted him.) 

........Cavicchia negotiated a severance agreement and was forced to resign. He joined Bisignano at First Data, where he’s now a senior vice president. Chiarello also went to First Data, as president. After their departures, JPMorgan drastically curtailed its Palantir use........

 The bank, First Data, and Bisignano, Chiarello, and Cavicchia didn’t respond to separately emailed questions for this article. Palantir, in a statement responding to questions about how JPMorgan and others have used its software, declined to answer specific questions. “We are aware that powerful technology can be abused and we spend a lot of time and energy making sure our products are used for the forces of good,” the statement said.........

........  For all of Palantir’s professed concern for individuals’ privacy, the single most important safeguard against abuse is the one it’s trying desperately to reduce through automation: human judgment. 

As Palantir tries to court corporate customers as a more conventional software company, fewer forward-deployed engineers will mean fewer human decisions. Sensitive questions, such as how deeply to pry into people’s lives, will be answered increasingly by artificial intelligence and machine-learning algorithms. The small team of Privacy and Civil Liberties engineers could find themselves even less influential, as the urge for omnipotence among clients overwhelms any self-imposed restraints. 

Computers don’t ask moral questions; people do, says John Grant, one of Palantir’s top PCL engineers and a forceful advocate for mandatory ethics education for engineers. “At a company like ours with millions of lines of code, every tiny decision could have huge implications,” Grant told a privacy conference in Berkeley last year. 

JPMorgan’s experience remains instructive. “The world changed when it became clear everyone could be targeted using Palantir,” says a former JPMorgan cyber expert who worked with Cavicchia at one point on the insider threat team. “Nefarious ideas became trivial to implement; everyone’s a suspect, so we monitored everything. It was a pretty terrible feeling.”

-----"Palantir Knows Everything About You", Bloomberg.com, 19 April 2018


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Thursday, April 26, 2018

Ignorant (Gay..??!!) Indians

COMPLETED 26 APRIL 2018

a.k.a. "I am married, so I am Top.." (heavy Indian accent)...
a.k.a. "Helooo [sic] baby..!" (heavy Indian accent)...
a.k.a. "Why not you don't play with me huh.?" (heavy Indian accent)... 

1.  See what we wrote in the 5 part series:

Four Kinds Of Curry 1
Four Kinds Of Curry 2

versus

Four Kinds Of Curry 3 - The Indians we are talking about
Four Kinds Of Curry 4 - The Indians we are talking about
Four Kinds Of Curry 5 - The Indians we are talking about

2.  Oh dear, oh dear....Indians in Categories 3, 4 and 5 above, are flooding into Very Rich Megacity in astonishing numbers.  In the process, they are royally pissing off and embarrassing those Indians mentioned in Categories 1 and 2 above.

3.  The crux of such resentment between 1 and 2 vs 3,4 and 5 is an intra-cultural discrepancy.  Assessing our observations, talking to GAMs, GWMs and those Indians in Categories 1 and 2, (and purely as an unscientific thesis), we can extrapolate the following:
  • Indians in all 5 categories are certainly academically educated (in many cases, overly-educated) or are businessmen;
  • Those Indians in Categories 3,4, and 5 showing up here in Very Rich Megacity, are the middle class seeking employment or business opportunities or nouveau riche.
  • Categories 3,4, and 5 may include professionals or businessmen. Some may be quite wealthy but they are not regarded as equal by those Indians in Categories 1 and 2;
  • Categories 1 and 2:
  1. act differently;
  2. dress differently;
  3. have more finesse in social interaction;
  4. are comfortable with westerners and may have more western friends;
  5. speak with no accent, or with a western accent;
  • Categories 3, 4 and 5 are well.....more Indian-ethnic.  Nothing wrong with that when it comes to cultural, religious and celebratory events where everyone is in traditional dress. But at the same time, such ethno-centricity raises suspicions of a ghetto mentality.  They tend to mix with their own kind - all newly arrived middle class or noveau riche types.  You will not find them socializing in the hip parts of town where Categories 1 and 2 will be;
  •  Categories 3,4 and 5 carry a peculiar sense of social entitlement and a complete lack of social finesse, despite the employment, education and/or the cash.  One GAM showed us pictures on his mobile phone where a group of 8 (recently arrived) Indians in their 20s and 30s living in his block of flats, appeared at the residential clubhouse gym one evening - in their pyjamas, flip-flops and toothpicks hanging out of their mouths.  The gym machines became couches from which Hindi banter was hollered across the premises.  Customers complained to the management.  When the Indians were told there was a dress code in the gym, they argued that they shouldn't have to comply since they were already paying rent and management fees.....
4.  In India, gay sex is illegal.  Then add:
  • bigotry;
  • ignorance; 
  • sexual ignorance;
  • religious intolerance;
  • peer pressure to conform;
  • very conservative home life;
  • an insistence on academic excellence;
  • family pressure to marry;
  • no defined gay neighbourhoods;
  • no openly gay bars, clubs, cafes and restaurants;
  • no openly gay saunas;
  • no urban gay retail;
  • no large scale gay events;
  • no gay marriage;
  • no gay rights enshrined in law;
  • limited gay advocacy;
  • police arrests and intimidation of gay men, often requiring bribes;
  • gay-bashing; 
  • a long history of homosexual transvestite prostitution, frequently with violence;
  • rampant gay-for-pay;
  • a population of 1.5 Billion....
5.  ..... and what one ends up with, are millions of tech-savvy, miserable, ignorant, chauvinistic, artificially macho, socially inept, probably married or soon to be married (highly closeted) gay men who are still blinking in the light of the comparative gay freedoms found in Hong Kong. (And remember, Hong Kong still has some ways to go in terms of gay equality).

6.  To them, a Hong Kong gay sauna is a HHHUUGGGGEEE  deal.

7.  But they arrive at the local saunas totally unprepared.....online gay porn will only get you so far when it comes to gay sauna etiquette and for all their academic prowess, we hear anecdotally and have witnessed, Categories 3,4 and 5 being rather slow learners.

8.  Human nature shows a tendency to make assumptions about foreigners and dump them in one (usually perjorative) category.  Our series, Four Kinds Of Curry, and this post, attempts to draw some historical, social and behavioural distinctions found in the huge Indian diaspora.

9.  From what we hear from GWMs and GAMs, those Indians in Categories 1 and 2 can be hot, fun to play with and well mannered.  The other categories not so much.

10.  The projected reality is that Indians across all 5 categories listed above will become much more visible in Hong Kong gay saunas:
  • It has already happened in Central Escalator (remember CE bills itself as the most international);
  • It has already happened in Galaxy (which for some time has attracted the older, fatter and darker types);
  • It is happening in Big Top, MyWay and Soda (GAMs have told us that Indians showing up in those saunas are either local or, were brought up in the UK and US, with some Indian tourists from India and the United Arab Emirates - specifically Abu Dhabi and Dubai  The latter makes sense.....we'd noticed for a while that our web stats were showing hits from the Emirates).

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Saturday, April 21, 2018

Male Sexual Abuse

Suggested by a reader,  this site, named "1 in 6", offers guidance and a framework of counseling to help men (gay or str8) who have been targets of sexual abuse.  It cites scientific research that 1 in 6 men have been sexually abused and deals with 7 myths:

  1. Boys can't be sexually abused;
  2. It was his fault;
  3. Sexual abuse is less harmful to males;
  4. Only gay men sexually abuse others;
  5. Being a male survivor means you're gay;
  6. Males abused by a female "got lucky";
  7. Sexually abused males with abuse others;

We like the straightforward nature of "1 in 6".  Its website is simple and uncluttered, the style is informative and non-sensational.  There is also a real-time chat option, either 1-on-1 with a trained advocate; or anonymously in a support group facilitated by a counselor. As part of their framework, they set out 8 main areas which we've linked:
  1. General Issues and Cautions;
  2. Masculinity, Self-Esteem and Identity;
  3. Reasons For Hope;
  4. Relationships;
  5. Self-Regulation and Addictions;
  6. Well-being and a Good Life;
  7. Principles of Therapy;
  8. Recovery and Therapy;
As mentioned before, we are always delighted when readers suggest storylines.

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Friday, April 20, 2018

Parkside (Uptown Funk And Suck)

"I think this is a gay bar without the drinks...!!" whispered the 20-something female to her anemic looking boyfriend, "they're giving YOU dirty looks...!!....I don't think we should be here....look at all these GUYS.....they're by themselves standing close to each other or walking around nearby staring at the other guys.....what are they DOING....??!!"

"Uhh...OK..." muttered the boyfriend, looking alarmed and insecure, "just keep walking, I won't make eye contact with any of them..."  The sound of her clattering stilettos rapidly faded away. Silence once again descended on the very dark corner of the park at 10pm on a weekday.

"....any of them"  being not less than an astonishing 28 fags clustered in what is rapidly becoming the most notorious open secret in local Fagland, attracting a daily evening feed of regulars - GAMs, whites, students, office guys, chubs, gym guys and tourists in the know -  PLUS the usual trash of Mainland Chinese moneyboys some of whom remove their shirts - as if that's gonna help their case  - PLUS creepy, horny, vaginally-deprived Pakis and Indians with thick accents, dubious identity documents, claming to live "alone" ("alone" being a cubicle in a sub-divided flat with 12 others), making clucking noises like parrots whist scoping a deal for their cock and his cash.

If the usual trash of moneyboys and creepy Pakis was added to the mix, "any of them..." would be approaching a total of 40.

FuelMix stared in amazement and disbelief.  It was a fuckin' Tuesday night for chrissakes....what the hell would this place look like on Friday nights and weekends..??!!

In the darkness and deep silence of massive trees and artfully planted shrubbery, time stood still.  Fags were draped across railings and benches, their eyes transfixed.  If they moved, it was a peculiar combination of vigilance and torpor.  The scene was reminiscent of Wagler Pit Vipers found in the dimly lit Penang Snake Temple, with illegal smoking being rancid incense.

Slithering around curved paths lined with pubic bushes, they bared their fangs and hissed at each other in mutual contempt.

Then, something would happen. One or more fags would twitch in erotic anticipation and squirm towards each other.  Like reptiles, they bent and twisted to avoid unflattering park lamps from hitting their skin.  Darkness, or a semblance thereof, was necessary as they groped and rubbed themselves against each other. One would fall to his knees, a backpack would scrape against the ground,  the sound of a zip opening, sucking noises and moans, hips thrusting.  Minutes later, gulping noises and a strangled orgasm.  A white flourish of Kleenex, sounds of zipping up, a backpack scooped up and footsteps disappearing.

He'd be back.

(Or, in the words of Mark Ronson and Bruno Mars, "Don't believe me..? Just watch..")



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Saturday, April 14, 2018

My Way Sauna 17

4th Floor, Kuo Wah Building
340 Hennessy Road
Wanchai
Hong Kong

MTR: 
(1)  Wanchai, Exit A4 - but it's a long walk;  OR
(2)  Causeway Bay, Exit B
My Way is 5 - 7 minutes walk from Soda Sauna (formerly Action) in Causeway Bay.

Telephone: 25749098
Website: http://www.mywayjungle.com/ 

Price: Standard Entry HK$150.00  | Under 25 HK$70.00
Note: OPEN 24 HOURS

Note:
1.  My Way Sauna and Jungle Sauna are under the same ownership;
2.  Staff speak good English (standard of English has improved at both places);
3.  All prices and promotions are in Chinese on their website;
4.  My Way Sauna and Jungle Sauna open 24 hours; 




THURSDAY 12 APRIL 2018 11:15pm
1 FIRE ENGINE, 5 FIREMEN
AND
A WARNING TO FUCKIN' GAMs
WHO INSIST ON PLAYING IN THE DARK

1.  The Facts

1.  The vast majority of the guys had left My Way by 10:30pm.  It had been pretty crowded.  The place was almost deserted with 6 guys there.  FuelMix was in the shower, getting ready to leave.

2.  As he was in the shower, a strange, loud and long hissing erupted from the completely dark and empty Dry Sauna. A GAM opened the sauna door to investigate, exclaimed "Wah...!!", as plumes of steam billowed into the shower area. (Remember, this is the DRY Sauna not the Steam Room) He slammed the door shut and ran for the Manager.

3.  The hissing grew louder and more menacing.  FuelMix felt uneasy in the shower area and rinsed himself off quickly as the main lights came on.

4.  The Managers and staff looked into the Dry Sauna.  The Manager asked, "Who did this..??!!"  The hissing grew louder and louder as FuelMix retreated to the Locker Area to get dressed.

5.  As he was getting dressed, the hissing became even louder.  The handful of guys there wondered what was going on.  The Manager pulled out a ladder, presumably to shut down the Dry Sauna from the main fuse box.

6.  Then, the fire alarm went off.  It was unclear whether it triggered automatically or whether the staff did.  The staff opened the entry doors to the premises.....the remaining customers looked dazed.  No order to evacuate was given but something was definitely wrong.  As FuelMix finished dressing, 3 firemen in full gear arrived to inspect the Dry Sauna.  It had taken them just minutes, since there was a fire station down the street near Soda Sauna.

7.  A fire engine was parked downstairs and 2 other firemen were on their way up as FuelMix left the building.


2.  What The Manager Told FuelMix 

1.  Apparently a GAM customer saw what was going on.  8 or 9 people packed into the Dry Sauna, a tight space to begin with. There was group action for a while. For the record, FuelMix was not part of that group at any time.

2.  The Dry Sauna is a very dark space. The room was pitch dark, lit only by the glowing coals on which at least more than one person was repeatedly throwing water.  The temperature in the sauna climbed rapidly but nobody cared.  They were too busy with group action.

3.  When it got too hot, somebody spread one or more towels on the hot coals and carried on with group action.

4.  When group action ended, people streamed out of the sauna, showered and left the premises by 10:30pm.  Since the Dry Sauna was very dark, nobody noticed or remembered that there was at least 1 towel spread directly on the hot coals.

5.  About 40 minutes later, the Dry Sauna heated to scorching levels.   That was the hissing noise that FuelMix heard whilst showering. The Manager did not say whether the towel(s) had caught fire or whether the wooden wall panels had caught fire.  It was not possible to go near the Dry Sauna as the staff and firemen were keeping people well away, in case there was an explosion.


3.  The Manager's Anger And Regret

1.  When FuelMix observed that the Dry Sauna was very, very dark, the Manager admitted this was because he had received repeated requests from customers to turn off the lights and keep it dark.

2.  When FuelMix added that the entire premises, especially the Locker Room, Steam Room and the deepest parts of the Dark Room were waaaay too dark and were inconvenient and dangerous (especially since stupid vertical bars had been added),the Manager agreed.  He then said customers were demanding that the entire premises be kept dark.

3.  He regretted having listened to them and said he was going to make changes.


4.  To GAMs Who Insist On Playing In The Dark

1.  Fucked up on Poppers, drugs and attitude, you risk (and narrowly missed) causing an explosion, fire and potential injury to those in the premises.

2.  The reality that MyWay is one of the better saunas in terms of space and guys, apparently means nothing to you.

3.  FuelMix knows who some of you were in that group of 8 or 9 that packed the Dry Sauna. 

4.  FuelMix will also demand better lighting in other saunas.  To hell with your oriental culture-shit that you can only grope, suck and fuck in total darkness.  There's a difference between a dark space and a stupidly dark and potentially fatal space.

  • Readers may submit reviews of gay saunas in any Asian city;
  • We reserve the right NOT to publish reviews we deem suspicious, inaccurate or self-serving;
  • FuelMix no longer gives personalized sauna advice; 

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Thursday, April 12, 2018

What Google Knows About You

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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Gay Men And Forgiveness 1

Underlining, highlighting and bold print by FuelMix:

Sex is easy. Intimacy is hard. Having spent so much of my life sexually frustrated, I didn’t realize how true this is until after a painful breakup with my ex, Kay.

I partially came out at 20. I came out more fully at twenty-five. But I didn’t really properly date until I was 29. Which means I had about a 10-year lag on most heterosexuals. The romantic and sexual experiences that most other people go through earlier, I went through later, but with the same emotionally undeveloped tools as an adolescent. 

So when I met Kay, I rushed in. I felt too much, too fast, and then we fell apart. 

This happens to straight people too of course. But I think our straight peers have the advantage of a larger culture that better equips them to deal with romantic failure. They receive mentorship either directly from friends or family, or indirectly from media, on how to recover from a failed relationship. 

At least for me, I spent much of my adolescence and early adulthood having my own sexual interests dismissed. And so when I finally found a guy who provided the fulfillment of a meaningful relationship, and then had my heart broken, I felt like there was never a point to it. I was rejected by straight culture, and now I’d been rejected by my own. I gave up on any kind of “happily ever after.” 

For a full week after Kay and I ended, I barely left my apartment and just sat streaming videos. I burned through all of True Detective and much of The Wire. Cocktail hour started at sunrise. I deleted him from my phone. I felt lonely all the time. I still do sometimes, though I’m better now at managing it.

Everyone at some point finds themselves feeling abandoned, as though alone in a boat. But as a gay man, I felt adrift, with neither rudder, oar, nor sail, as I watched my straight peers move on ahead. They too went through many of the same struggles, but always seemed to recover better and faster, while I bobbed around at the whim of the waves, traveling each way and none. 

I pursued myriad shallow relationships, rather than investing and losing too much by giving too much to one person. There are ten guys in my list of contacts with the last name “OKCupid.” There are 23 with the last name “Grindr”. For one of them, as a first name I just wrote “Some Dude.” Those are just the ones who made it into my contacts. 

I found lots of opportunities for easy sex, but didn’t push for anything more from the guys I met. 

I even hooked up with the same guy twice and didn’t even realize I’d had sex with him before until, as we were undressing, I recognized a familiar birthmark otherwise hidden by underwear. I still don’t know his name. 

Kay and I lived in the same city, which meant that we would run into each other occasionally. Each time it had been painful to pretend that we were strangers. As two gay men between the age of twenty and forty living in a small city, we were going to share space. We’ve probably shared lovers. But the isolation we’d brought on ourselves had been its own kind of burden. Even worse than the break up itself. The breakup happened and ended. The loneliness that came from going unacknowledged dragged on and on. 

Recently, I was wrapping up breakfast with a man I’d been seeing for eight months. (Both of us had been cautious—we hadn’t had the “boyfriend” talk. Love comes more slowly the second time around.) I received a text with the name heading: New Contact Found: Maybe Kay.

When I got the text, beginning, “Hi, this is Kay,” I felt fearful, anxious and angry. I looked at the calendar: It had been three years and two days since our first date. 

Kay was texting to say that he was sorry for how he had treated our relationship. For years, this was what I had most wanted from Kay. I didn’t want him to beg for forgiveness, or tell me that he loved me, I just wanted him to see that how we ended had left me hurt. But, even more than that, I wanted him to recognize that we had, once, been important to each other. 

The funny thing was, once Kay apologized to me, I realized I could do the same for him. There were things about our relationship that I was sorry for. I had done things I regretted, and had wanted to apologize for, but hadn’t because I thought it would make me look like a chump. I was the one who got dumped. So why should I be the one to say I was sorry? 

But after this exchange, I could feel my anger and resentment toward Kay evaporating. He had been trying to identify what was important to him, and had realized that he needed to take better care of his relationships. It was not something that came easily to him, but he was trying to do better. 

I felt that he meant what he wrote, and I made the choice to believe him. Mostly because I’ve been feeling the same way. And acknowledging that it, and each other, has let me release a lot of weight I’d been dragging around ever since we split. Yes, I had been avoiding Kay. But I had also been avoiding my own fears of intimacy. 

I’d tried to dodge every single guy I’d ever been on so much as a date with, which meant strategizing how to best navigate an ever growing minefield of discarded lovers. Sure, when Kay and I crossed paths we pretended we didn’t know each other, but I’d been doing that with everyone who’d shared my bed. 

Recently, I reached out to another ex after a chance encounter in a thrift store. When I saw Luis in the store, I spun around and walked out. Almost immediately I felt embarrassed and went back inside to apologize, but he had already left, or else was hiding in the dressing room. So I texted him to say how sorry I was that I had avoided him. That the next time I saw him I would say hello. 

Kay and I will probably never be friends. We don’t need to be. But at least we aren’t strangers any more. We can say hello when we see each other in the street. I even opened up my contacts and put his name back in.

-----"Dealing with Rejection: Living openly and learning to forgive", by Cirrus Wood, Beta, October 11, 2017


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Soda Sauna (formerly Action) 8

1/F Overseas Building,
417 - 421 Hennessy Road
Causeway Bay
Hong Kong (same location as Action)
MTR:  Causeway Bay,  Exit B


Tel: 2893 7027 (same number as Action)

Web: https://sodasaunahk.wordpress.com 
Price: HK$130.00 | HK$150.00 on Sat, Sun & Public Holidays | HK$100.00 with 6-visit stamp card 

Note:  NOW OPEN 24  HOURS
(previously on Mondays, it closed at 11:30pm)



1.  It's Snowing In Soda.....

1.  Whites showing up like a fuckin' blizzard.....our friendly GAM-Throats-On-The-Street told us that on weekdays, 3 or 4 whites can be seen in Soda at any given time.  Remember, the place is now open 24 hours and they show up from early afternoons (escaping the office, Central Escalator style.....and y'all know that Times Square, which is loaded with offices, is sorta across the street).

2.  FuelMix visited Soda on a Saturday evening from 8pm to midnight. He counted 17 whites that came in and went out over the space of a few hours.  That's roughly about 4 an hour.  Their average length of stay was about 2 hours.

3.  Age range was from 30 and up, generic-looking, combination of local residents, singe tourists and white couples.  Are they hot...?  Ppfff....BBBWAHAHAHAHA....!!!  That's for you to decide.  But you might find yourself competing with deliriously delighted twinkish GAMs who couldn't believe that Soda may be turning into a Potato Candy Store.

4.  FuelMix politely said, "No, thanks" to a number of whites, particularly the ones wearing wedding bands. We didn't enquire whether those rings were same-sex or pussy-based.  Be aware that just like GAMs, some whites will be persistent and will need to be swatted away like flies.

5.  Our GAM-Throats-On-The-Street also informed us that the deliriously delighted twinkish GAMs are showing up at Soda with clockwork regularity hoping to find "Mr Right White".

6.  There appears to be no doubt about it.....whites have discovered Soda.


2.  An Idiotic Piece Of Redecoration

1.  We don't know the rationale for a completely idiotic long partition recently installed in the video room next to the entrance to the main Dark Area or, the dismantling of the adjacent (and quite large) private room next to it which was turned into a dark corner.

2.  The effect is that the customer will crash into the long partition on entering the video room and then crash again into people coming out of the cornered partition of the demolished private room and the curtained, cushioned dark space.


3.  Discounts

1. Wednesdays is HK$80.00 on production of a gym card.  Soda will also accept residential clubhouse gym cards.

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Sunday, April 08, 2018

I Critique Dick Pics

One woman's story on how she gets paid.  Entrepreneurship knows no bounds.  Thank you to the reader who submitted the story.  We are always delighted when readers send in ideas.

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I check the dick pic email on a Saturday. When I open it, I’m typically greeted by between 50 and 100 new emails since the previous week, with subject lines like “Rate this German dick” and “Hard at work” and “Trans man’s albino penis.” I tackle them in chronological order, one by one.

I run a website called Critique My Dick Pic (if you choose to Google this, warning that the site is NSFW), where I’m paid to review dick pics based on their photographic merits, taking into account factors like lighting, tone, and the relative merits of various angles and poses, but never the state of a sender’s body or size of their penis — it’s meant to be a body-positive project. Critiquing dick pics began as a hobby, but these days it’s a job that makes up a significant portion of my income. The money comes from punters who want to guarantee a review on site ($25) or those who want a private, emailed review because they don’t want photographs of their penises floating around the public sphere ($10). I also write and speak about the various philosophical and practical implications of the dick pic, and sometimes I’m paid to do that too.

Like most regular jobs, the hardest part of the role is staying on top of emails: I receive hundreds of dick pics per month, and if Critique My Dick Pic has been featured on the radio or in a major publication, that number can sometimes spike into the thousands. Unlike most regular jobs, though, literally every email I open contains a graphic penile nude. This means I need to be careful where I decide to work — this isn’t a job for bustling cafés or trendy co-working spaces. For this reason, the bulk of my work takes place at home.

Most of the submissions I receive won’t result in a review on site because I receive a greater number of dick pics than I could ever hope to evaluate — I reject between 250 and 500 submissions a month. Submissions are usually axed because they’re poor quality in a pedestrian sort of way, which makes for a boring review, although sometimes decent submissions won’t make the site because I simply have too many to choose from. The job, then, involves a strong degree of curation. I review about 20 shots on the site each month, give or take the odd lazy patch. All of the paid submissions are reviewed, and the occasional unpaid submission will make it to the site if it’s an especially good effort or if I need to make an example of a really, really bad one. The vast majority of the dick pics I receive are in the latter category: underwhelming efforts that look identical to all the others; lackluster logs with subpar production values and little differentiating detail. After considering the picture fairly and reading any commentary provided by the sender, nine times out of 10 I type up a polite courtesy email to let them know their picture has not been selected to be reviewed on site.

A select few submissions will fare better: About five among all the unpaid dick pics I receive in a week will be set aside to be reviewed on site. Excellent submissions always make the cut — thoughtful, superbly lit dick prints that result from meticulously staged photo shoots, for example — and I also tend to select one really terrible shot and a C-grade in-betweeny to maintain an interesting variety of grades and show readers the whole gamut of the dick pic spectrum. I then draft the reviews using a rough variation on the following template:
  • A single line broadly assessing the quality of the picture (“This is a vibrant, fun dick pic, Sender, which stands out from the rest.”)
  • A couple more sentences describing what exactly has been done well or poorly, taking into account factors like the framing, lighting, and overall tone (“Your dick pic is novel in at least three ways: the pose, which is cheeky and amusing; the panel effect, which is visually appealing; and the color palette, which is harmonious and carefully considered. You’ve created an unusually light tone to your dick pic, Sender, and it’s always refreshing to receive a submission like this.”)
  • A quick summing up, thanking the reader for their submission and awarding a letter grade in bold (“Thank you for submitting to Critique My Dick Pic. Your dick pic gets an A–”).
I then schedule the reviews to appear on subsequent days, close all my tabs, and don’t look at or think about dick pics for the remainder of the week. This ability to compartmentalize comes easily to me: After seeing and thinking critically about so many dick pics in one sitting, it’s a relief to be occupied by less fleshy matters.

I’m sure I could earn at least double if I were open to critiquing the penis itself, rather than just its photographic representation. A reliable supply of men ask me to provide brutal feedback about their nether regions, and they’re often willing to pay me for my trouble. Usually they want to know how big their penises look, but also whether the rest of their bodies are attractive or if a particular flaw they’re hung up about is as disgusting as they imagine. I’ve made a specific point of never criticizing senders’ bodies, and I want to maintain the site’s tongue-in-cheek art criticism tone, so I’m not interested in expanding into this market, but there is definitely money to be made in this area.

I am almost entirely inured to dick pics these days, and I rarely come across submissions that raise my pulse. The most unusual submissions still stand out in my memory. One particularly standout effort arrived early in the life of the project: a shot from a trans woman featuring scattered bone fragments across her torso (she also informed me they were lodged in her mouth and anus). It had never even occurred to me that bone fragments might be used as a sexual prop, but I’m not so naive now. This role is like a direct portal into people’s most private fantasies and unusual sexual habits. I’ve seen furries, clowns, and all sorts of convoluted contraptions; cis men in women’s underwear and trans men with packers; snow-themed dick pics, food-themed dick pics, and art history–themed dick pics. The breadth and range is impressive, and heartwarming.

When I feel like this job is futile or frivolous, I like to remember a particularly encouraging submission I received in September last year. I immediately sized it up as being “very, very good,” saying, “The lighting is ideal, and you’ve included a whole swath of your torso and thighs. The background is uncluttered, and your picture has a confident, minimalist air. It is, in short, a really hot dick pic.”

Receiving a dick pic of such high quality is a rare occurrence at the best of times, but what made this one in particular so special is the fact that, just the day before, the sender had submitted a much more ordinary effort. (“It suffers from being too zoomed in and focused narrowly on your dick itself,” I’d said. “The background is busy and the picture is slightly blurred.”) Apparently taking on board everything I said with an earnest desire to improve, he went back to the drawing board, and the very next day he sent in an A-grade submission. 

Improving the general quality of dick pics can feel like a Sisyphean task. Even though most could be improved with a few very simple tweaks — usually simply zooming out farther to include the rest of the body, plus tidying up any visible background clutter — the bulk of the shots occupying my inbox are uninspired and repetitive. I notice a constant tension between what most straight men think women want to see (straightforward evidence of a huge dick, basically) and what most women tell me actually turns them on (seeing non-dick body parts, such as thighs, torsos and arms; clean, inviting settings; and some visible consideration of factors like the lighting, framing, and tone). In short, a thoughtfully constructed nude.

I often feel like I’m screaming into a void when men who receive poor marks continue to send me variations on the same uninspired shot, piling my inbox with subjects lines like “third try” and “giving this another go,” while failing to grasp what is so boring about their pictures. So, when a sender does actually listen and improve — like my guy above — the whole job feels worthwhile. It might be occurring at an almost imperceptibly glacial pace, but it’s encouraging to feel like my work is helping to improve the quality of penis pictures worldwide. To recipients of dick pics everywhere: I do this for you.


Band Of Thebes

Advertising itself as Hong Kong's first online adult product store dedicated to men.  

We picked up the flyer announcing the soft launch at Soda Sauna.

Website here: https://www.bandofthebes.hk/ 

Saturday, April 07, 2018

Shop.On-Us.Net 4

M/F 47 Gough Street
Central
Hong Kong
MTR Station:  Central; or
MTR Station: Sheung Wan, Exit A2

Tel: (852) 9218 9005 (mobile)
Web: http://shop.on-us.net
Email: leo@on-us.net

RETAIL SHOP CLOSED 24 MARCH 2018
ONLINE BUSINESS STILL RUNNING..??

We're not sure what's going on with this business.  In Part 3, we mentioned the retail shop on Gough Street was closing down in December 2017, pursuant to their own announcement.

A few weeks ago, we dropped into the shop, surprised that it was still there. The owner was not in a good mood.  He was sullen and hostile, reluctant to say anything, other than it would close down on 24 March 2018.  He would not confirm if the online ordering would continue.

Knowing fully well that we had bought stuff from him on several occasions, his attitude was surprising.

Nice way of building commercial goodwill........Customers will fully understand if a business in this city finds shop rent unsustainable.  But there's no excuse for being rude when asked if the online business will continue until stock is depleted, or whether the entire business will move online.

(We won't bother uploading what GAM-Throats-On-The-Street have said about this guy's behavior for the last couple of years).

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Thursday, April 05, 2018

Corporate Gay Activism 5

1.  Western Corporates And  Hong Kong Gay Rights
2.  A Warning From FuelMix

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1.  Western Corporates And Hong Kong Gay Rights

The LGBTIQ social movement in the U.S. originated from the fearless voices of grassroots activists and came to a fever pitch during the Stonewall riots in 1969, when gay men and women, drag queens and transgender people, together, fended off police officers raiding their safe space. Much has changed since, especially in big metropolitan cities like Hong Kong where the power to influence social change has begun shifting from grassroots activists to corporate initiatives mostly backed by international financial institutions. 

“Finance and banking, after all, is a major industry in Hong Kong,” says James Tong, the openly gay Citi’s Managing Director and Regional Head of Global Shipping & Logistics. “It’s a capitalist society and the people who bring in the dough have a say in things.” 

I know what you’re thinking. The finance industry is not typically known for diversity and inclusion, and top finance executives still tend to be white, straight and male – even in Hong Kong – considering the ratio of expats to those in top positions. Tong, however, believes things are changing.

I met with him at Clifford Chance law firm’s 10th annual Pride Art Exhibition, which is packed with top-level LGBTIQ corporate executives (aka power gays) and their allies celebrating queer art and emerging queer artists. “You see, Hong Kong is catching up quickly to cities like New York,” he says. “We are willing to talk about the issues and how sexual orientation should be a non-issue. At the end of the day, the most important thing for a company is to find talent, the crème de la crème, regardless of age, gender, religion, race and sexual orientation. Finance should only be conservative in the sense that people are concerned about the bottom line and driving profit

Tong would be the guy who knows how the perception of homosexuality in the finance sector has evolved, having been in it for the past 21 years. “I remember after returning from my studies in Australia I got my first job and my boss told me that coming out might affect my career." He continues: “But since then, that was the only incident. I perform well at my job, I’m visible and out, and when I had a partner, I would not hesitate to bring him to corporate events."

For the past few years, major banks and corporations [in Hong Kong] have taken a stand for LGBTIQ rights. HSBC launched the “Celebrate Pride, Celebrate Unity” campaign, which saw their iconic lions, Stephen and Stitt, painted in rainbow colors. And more recently, Goldman Sachs and Credit Suisse along with 10 other financial companies are supporting an expat lesbian couple in a legal battle against the Hong Kong government for the recognition of their relationship. Tong too, along with his colleagues have taken initiatives for the betterment of the LBGTIQ community in the workplace by founding the Citi Pride Network chapter in Hong Kong back in 2014 .

The 44-year-old says: “I thought, as an openly gay man in a senior position, it is my responsibility to make sure there is a safe place at Citi for LGBTIQ people and make sure it’s reflected when it comes to hiring. I believe LGBTIQ people often work twice as hard to prove themselves.” Besides the Hong Kong office, Tong is also responsible for being the bridge to management for LGBTIQ colleagues in other Asian countries, some of which where homosexuality is still illegal. “Individuals in these countries might not always want to speak up, so I will help them get what they deserve. Coming out is a very personal matter, and I never encourage people to come out just for the sake of coming out. But when someone is ready, needs advice, someone to rely on, I’m here.” 

Workplace culture in Hong Kong and the rest of the world’s major cities are still far from perfect, and Tong acknowledges this and remains cautious. “Just because companies have diversity and inclusion programmes doesn’t mean there won’t be individuals that choose to be ignorant.” 


-----"How Asia's Finance Industry Is Leading The Fight For LGBTIQ Rights", Forbes, June 27, 2017


COMING UP IN PART 6:
2.  A Warning From FuelMix

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Gay Men And Tanning Beds

In My Way Sauna 13, we said:

"For those who didn't know, there is a tanning bed in My Way. It's in the TV room discretely hidden behind a painted wall. There is a coin-operated timer.  Bring your own tanning lotion. We've noticed GAMs actively embracing fake tans in places like My Way, Alexander, ABC and Action.  Some of them are very dark and when in a swimming pool or on the street, look like pieces of shit.  That combination of a yellow skin tone and dark brown Coppertone.....you'll see what we mean."

But there's something else fags with a fake tan need to know...
"A newly released health study shows that the indoor tanning trend is as popular as ever among gay and bisexual men, but you won't find as many lesbians or bi women in tanning salons. 
Gay and bisexual men are six times more likely than their straight counterparts to indulge in indoor tanning, according to scientists and as a result, are two times more likely to report skin cancer. 
In a special report for LGBT Health MonthThe Advocate named indoor tanning the number one unhealthy bad habit that is killing LGBT people. 
“One likely cause of more skin cancer among gay and bisexual men is greater exposure to ultraviolet radiation caused by indoor tanning,” said Sarah Arron, the associate professor at UCSF who led the study and the director of the school’s High Risk Cancer Program.....“Many people, especially younger people, associate tanning with health and attractiveness, and unfortunately, that myth has serious consequences.”
---"Study: Tanned Gay, Bi Men At Greater Risk of Skin Cancer", The Advocate, October 8 2015

Comment

1.   As we look back on our observations of gay men on the streets, toilets, bars, beaches, pools, gyms, saunas, business mixers, fund raisers and online, what really stands out is the compounding of factors and behaviours that might ultimately be unsafe.

2.  Some random examples:
  • Repeatedly dyed or bleached hair with deep artificial tan;
  • Repeated deep artificial tan with heavy smoking;
  • Heavy smoking, drinking and poppers
  • Heavy smoking, drinking, poppers and amphetamines;
  • Gym boy repeatedly doing steroids, protein powders, Creatine, crystal meth, Viagra and "social drinking";
  • Prescription drugs taken with street drugs like crack cocaine;
  • Weed, cigarettes and alcohol;
  • Repeated late nites with some form of chemical and / or alcoholic stimulant 
3.   Get the picture..?  For gay men, the pursuit of pleasure and "looking hot" is aggregate and cumulative.  The results, also in the aggregate and cumulative, are potentially disastrous and potentially fatal.

4.   That's why we squirm when we see ads where the fag proclaims he's "D/D free and healthy".

5.   We have no idea what that actually means.  And frankly, neither does he.

Originally published 13 April 2016
Amended and Republished 5 April 2018
  
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Monday, April 02, 2018

The Pact

The fat, ugly, 50–something, white fag was holding court at the University of Fag Bar (pending accreditation). His audience were three 20-something fag tourists: one was a hunky white dude, another a pathetically skinny, chain smoking white fag and the third, a slant eyed fag with a West Coast accent. 

It would be correct to say the Fat Ugly White Fag had a captive audience – he was buying all their beers and the three fag tourists, realizing that no one else in the bar would talk to him, were smart enough to let him spiel and dip into his wallet. 

FuelMix was quietly eavesdropping as the Fat Ugly White fag proclaimed his personal history.

Turned out that he was married with a wife (the type with a pussy) and some teenage kids. And he had a pact with the wife. She would turn a blind eye to his craving for cock. In return, he would fund her and the kids, while turning a blind eye to her craving for cock. 

FuelMix assumes that part of the agreement would be that neither would fuck the same man, but hey, who knows. 

According to Fat Ugly Fag, the pact worked well and had been in place for many years. He travelled extensively and frequently, diligently paying pussy and the kids every month. He bragged about the houses he’d bought for her, the clothes and cars for the kids, the medical treatment and the fees for psychological counseling. 

FuelMix pricked up his ears at the last item. Fat Ugly Fag continued: his kids had not quite turned out the way he had assumed, according to the pact. Two of them were in therapy for personality disorders and social alienation. Their school grades weren’t stellar either. Fat Ugly Fag shook his head sagely, took a slurp of his beer and grabbed the crotch of the nearest tourist fag whom he was plying with drinks. Tourist Fag smiled at him, then turned towards FuelMix and rolled his eyes. 

Fat Ugly Fag claimed he couldn’t understand what the kids’ problems were, but felt it best to leave it to "experts."

FuelMix smirked. Seemed the problem was pretty obvious.  Kids who were simply an expense item growing up with a distant (emotionally and physically) father who spent his evenings at fag bars around the world, grabbing cock. Apparently, compared to cock, quality family time might be hard for him to swallow. 

One of the Tourist Fags asked if Fat Ugly Fag felt alone in the world. “No”, claimed Fat Ugly Fag, “I have friends all over the world.....”. 

Another Tourist Fag asked if he might like to spend more time with his emotionally troubled kids. “No” said Fat Ugly Fag, “I’ve left them to the experts. I’ll pay whatever’s necessary and keep my end of the pact”. 

FuelMix finished his drink and swiveled off the bar stool. The pact seemed entirely stupid and chronically crippling to the kids. No doubt some outraged reader will accuse FuelMix of jumping to conclusions. Probably. But any parent with a minimum of sense would at least look at the family context before writing cheques to the therapist – and before bragging about it to strangers. 

Presumably the beer was a business expense too.  

Originally published 11 July 2007
Amended and Republished 24 October 2011  |  22 December 2013 |  
2 April 2018

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