For Whom The Toilet Flushes

A few years back, some gay bars in a western politically correct country, notoriously drug fucked from coast to coast, were the subject of police raids.   It was alleged that the bars were involved in drug dealing.  The bar tenders were arrested.

One of the "outraged" (would there be any other gay reaction..?) bar owners denied any knowledge of drug dealing on his premises and complained that the cops only told him after they’d arrested the bar tender.

Well……um…..yeah, isn’t that the whole purpose of a raid..?

Let’s consider the broader context.  Bar owners , whether in Fagland or Breederville, routinely turn a blind eye to the deals that go down on their premises.  It’s not for nothing that bars have dark corners and cater to a certain crowd.

In white Faglands, not only do drug-fucked fags mill around outside the bar, but so do other types of druggies, salivating, twitching and scratching their open sores.  (That’s how to identify the ones fucked up on meth).  It’s like feeding time at the dog pound, waiting for the keeper to appear.  If it’s Welfare Wednesday and they’ve got a wad of taxpayers dollars they’re looking for a drink and a fix fast.  

Any other day of the week, they’ll haunt customers at nearby  bank ATM machines (banks deliberately place ATM machines near bars and franchised coffee shops)  or offer handjobs or blowjobs to customers  (in the back alley, near the dumpsters) or try and mooch a free drink off a customer – anything to be in a position to hand over the cash to the dealer, once he takes up position inside the bar.

In Fagland bars, the drug deals can happen anywhere in the bar.  They’re quick, fast and synchronized.  The dealer and the fag addict are pros.  For example, if the deal goes down in the toilets, the dealer and the fag addict will occupy 2 separate toilet stalls.  The cash and the stash changes hands under the partition walls.  It’s kinda fun to watch.  It’s also the reason that in certain fag bars, nobody uses the toilet stalls since the “conference rooms” are usually occupied for a “meeting”.

It’s bizarre to think bar tenders don’t know about it.  They know everything because they make it their business to know everything and everyone.  It’s also unrealistic to think they wouldn’t tip off the bar owners.  Whether the owners do anything about it is another matter.  Bar tenders only make a base salary and most of their pay cheque comes in tips. The temptation to let the drug deals go down in return for a cash “referral fee” is very strong especially if it keeps the customers coming in and buying drinks.  From the bar tenders point of view, it’s a Win-Win situation.

As for the bar owners in the West presumably they’re too naïve to realize what a collection of homeless druggies or twitching broke-ass fags with open sores and agitated behavior outside their bar, or in the back alley, actually means..... ?

Oh yeah and the bar owners have yet to figure out why the immigrant janitor keeps complaining he can’t clean the toilets properly.

In Asia, the drug deals in the bars are already going down. GAMs have taken to crystal meth in a big way.   It’s only a matter of time until Meth Mouth syndrome and open sores on the face appear.  Those fags will have to reconsider their profiles on Grindr.  They’ll have to drop “cute”, “masculine” and “manly” and switch to “white-looking yellow trash”.

Originally published [FuelMix deleted the date by mistake]
Amended and Republished 8 August 2018

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Dead Man Dancing

1.  The Mega-Gay Dance Parties
2.  Gay Dance Parties Signalling Their Virtue
3.  Gay Media Message On HIV/AIDS Ambiguous 
4.  The Hook Of The Gay Dance Parties
5.  "Manageability"

1.  The Mega-Gay Dance Parties 

1.  There’s no shortage of gay media coverage of the mega-gay dance parties and raves held around the rainbow universe. Ski Week, Fleet Week, White Party, Black And Blue Party, Pride Week etc. Not only do they serve as circuit pilgrimages – the Fag Haj where the recently converted meet the faithful, the faithful meet the true believers and the true believers meet the High Queens and DJ Gods – but they also attract fag celebs, porn stars, porn talent scouts and the assorted ass trash that passes as a wannabe’s entourage.

2.  It’s easy to get swept up in the whole thing – the non-stop partying, the crush of sweaty guys, the dizzying array of bulging muscle, the slick dance moves, that relentless beat, the strobes, losing all sense of time, the blowjobs on the dancefoor – and the chemical and amphetamine canapés so generously offered as communion.


2.  Gay Dance Parties Signalling Their Virtue

1.  Many gay mega-dance parties loudly tout that a portion of their proceeds will go for AIDS care. Sounds hunky dory right..? Until it gets put into context.


3.  Gay Media Message On HIV/AIDS Ambiguous

1.  The gay media message about HIV/AIDS is ambiguous and ambivalent. It has 3 concurrent streams:

2.  First, there was no sign of a vaccine. Now we're told one's either available, or very shortly will be.

3.  Second, AIDS is “manageable” via a smorgasbord of medication. The term “manageable” infuriates FuelMix. It’s a politically correct synonym for coping at less than optimum levels with something chronic. It ignores the wretched physical anguish that accompanies AIDS. Insidiously, it perpetuates the acceptability of human suffering via polite nomenclature. FuelMix has more to say about “manageable” further on in this post.

4.  Third, fags are getting infected at much earlier ages.


4.  The Hook Of The Gay Dance Parties

1.  Gay mega-dance parties are tons of fun. But the warm and fuzzy feeling that fags get by being told that a portion of the proceeds go for AIDS and HIV, are offset by the entrenched culture of drug-taking at those parties. Those drugs are consumed for the sole purpose of evaporating inhibitions and making the fag more sexual. The impaired judgment leads to unsafe practices and the fag gets infected.

2.  So the gay rave is not only a rite of passage, but also a viral roulette game to bet on whether the fag makes it from Twink to Thirty.

3.  But consider this. FuelMix hasn’t seen very much being done about fags and their drug addictions. Why? Because fags have convinced themselves that they are “recreational drug users”. Ergo, there’s no problem.

4.  So, the commonly seen drug-fucked sexual judgment at gay raves is the product that keeps the raves in business, attracts thousands of fags, and provides the perfect opportunity for organizers and sponsors to market their altruistic side by doling out a bit for HIV and AIDS while ignoring the drug issue.

5.  Therefore, the link between addiction and infection becomes extremely profitable and politically correct.


5.  "Manageability"

1.  Back to the issue of “manageability”. Note the similarity between taking a drug cocktail for HIV/AIDS and taking a drug cocktail at raves. Both are for manageability. One is for managing survival. The other is for managing escapism.

Let’s get one thing perfectly clear. FuelMix has nothing against mega-gay raves and after-parties (other than cringing at the idea of being seen downtown in club wear and glow sticks at 8 am by his alarmed office buddies in suits and briefcases).

See also:

• Dead Man Talking.
• Rainbow High

Originally published 9 January 2009
Amended and Republished 2 July 2013 | 6 August 2018 

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Gay Filipinos.....It's OK To Be Filipino

If there's one trait that identifies gay Filipinos (or Flips as they refer to themselves) outside the Philippines, it's their acute embarrassment at being Filipino.

For a nation whose main exports are mangoes, bananas, domestic helpers, hotel staff, cruise ship workers, janitors, nurses, whores, bar waitresses, nightclub musicians and theme park dancers, the embarrassment might be understandable - notwithstanding that these hardworking people remit tons of money back to the Philippines to help their families.

But in Fagland, where ethnicity is a touchy subject, being a gay Filipino outside your own country, is taken to deceptive extremes.  So deceptive that the average Flip fag will grab any nationality other than his own. They can range from anything from Thai, to Malay, to "Asian-Spanish" (that description is particularly favoured on the West Coast) to "Latin American" (dicey and risks being equated to ugly Hondurans) all the way to "Asian-Latin" (which in FuelMix's book, is pretty much, "WTF"...?)

The Philippines has a history of Spanish colonialism, a lot of Flips have Spanish names and the Vatican just loves their out-of-control, 5th World breeding that guarantees new recruits for their religious Ponzi scheme.  Granted some (apparently lighter-skinned) Flips have Spanish blood in them just like many really black niggas have white blood in them, but......just how many niggas go around claiming to be White Niggas...?

Is there an assumed paella-scented cachet in the gay Filipino describing himself as "Asian-Spanish" instead of the lumpia-snarfing "Filipino"..?  Is "Thai" or "Malay" assumed to be more attractive than "Filipino"..?  Is there a quest for a gay nationality less janitorial than "Filipino"..?

What gives...?  We love these guys.  They keep smiling from ear to ear.  What pain are they hiding..?

Do gay Filipinos suffer from collective internal loathing about their nationality..?

FuelMix recalls being cruised online by a Flip fag who approached 3 times in the space of a few mnutes, each time with a different nationality:

• "Asian-Spanish";
• "Malay";
• "Asian";

How did FuelMix know the fag was a Flip..? 'Coz he spoke to him on the phone and flushed it out of him.  The dude was both embarrassed and relieved that he'd been Outed as a Filipino.  No hookup took place.

It's laughable, but deeply pathetic since that online trait is mirrored in real life by Filpinos, especially in the saunas in this city.  Stop dancing around your nationality.  Spit it out and take it like a man.

So what if your country's main exports are its people...?  Without Filipinos, large chunks of the world's economy would come to a grinding halt.  You guys are more of an economic force than you realize and the unsung heroes of so much of what non-Filipinos take for granted.

Remind FuelMix again what Gay Pride is all about...?

See also Frustrated, Fat, Gay Filipino

Originally published 2 March 2010
Amended and Republished 4 August 2018 

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Spasmodic Autism

Fag places an online ad, or hangs his dick and torso on an app. Other fags respond, pics and all. Then, chat room window or talk bubble on the app goes ominously quiet.  No acknowledgement. 

Zip. Zero. Nada. 

A culture of silence and cover up, worthy of a sequel to the Da Vinci Code, and just as ungodly. Why is that...?

FuelMix has already referred to the generic inability of ghetto fags to properly confront almost any situation. See the post, Avoidance And Aversion. Sadly, ignoring responses, is far more widespread.

Fags argue that placing an online ad is like sitting at a bar – you’re gonna attract attention, some of which you don’t want and therefore, ignoring is legitimate and part of the online game. 

Bullshit. 

The analogy is completely false. The fag is the one who placed the ad seeking attention and often, expressly inviting a response right down to a specific type of guy, ethnicity, dick size, date, time and place. How many fags do you know sashaying into a bar with stats and an ultimatum of preference and place written across their foreheads...?

Other fags say that there’s no need to respond to those you don’t want, because the game is an online casino. You come in, play, take your chances. 

Agreed – but walk into any casino in Vegas or Macau, not only will you see whether you’ve won or lost, but the hostess at the gaming table will tell you up front.

Some fags say they don’t want to hurt people’s feelings. 

Oh please. 

Whether it’s a single e-mail response that is left hanging, or, back and forth e-mails or chat on an app, that suddenly collapse without the courtesy of a reason, silence is a cop out and reeks of sly cowardice. The damage has already been done - often with assumed, or actual unspoken malice.

Those fags who deliberately ignore a response to their ad, should apply for disability and special needs. FuelMix would also like to see a handicapped sticker next to their online ads.

Hence the title of this post.

What makes it even more astonishing is that those readers now in their 20s who were just kids when this post was originally published in 2006, are the newest generation of fucked-up flakes with attitude.

See also what FuelMix wrote about "Ghosting", in the post, Beaming Myself Out, Fag. 
 

Originally published 20 May 2006
Amended and Republished 3 August 2018

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Adultery

To:

Those gay men who claim to be married or have a boyfriend, or claim to be, or think they are, in a relationship, but are sleeping around:

• with consent of the other partner;
• with the assumed consent of the other partner;  
• without the consent of their partner;
• without disclosing or discussing what they're up to;
• on the basis of "don't ask, don't tell";
• assuming their partner is also sleeping around;
• or just flat out lying about what they're up to;

we present the comments of Sadhguru.  Speaking in perfect English, with the option of English subtitles.  Running time: 6 minutes.



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See also the posts:  

1. Yeah I'm Straight
2. Open Season
3. The Vow
4. The Pact
5. And The Band Stayed On
6. Bi-furcation
7. For Better, For Worse Or Whatever
8. An Ideal.....Compromised 
9. Shot Through The Heart 

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Gay Men And Forgiveness 2

It’s not difficult to find a gay man who has been hurt by another gay man. 

Sure, there might be different degrees of hurt. Some offenses were probably more subtle, while others were more blatant and outward. Regardless, they all can leave a mark. 

The reality is that many gay men are carrying past hurt with them day in and day out. The experience and wound gets re-opened each time they think about the look, insult or slur that was thrown their way. Instead of healing, the wound gets sliced open over and over again. 

On the other side, there are gay men out there who continue to hurt other gay men. Their view of the world is narrow and self-absorption is a way of life. Their self is the center of the world and they swing violently throughout the bars, beaches and community, much like a wrecking ball (cue Miley Cyrus). 

All of this creates a recipe for long-lasting grudges, cycles of hurt and monumental barriers to forming a sense of community among gay men. 

Is this presence of skepticism, paranoia and suspicion of gay men toward other gay men an old phenomenon? Or is this new? Is it something that wasn’t ever talked about or acknowledged before or are we facing a brand new beast? 

What I don’t hear a lot within the gay community is the concept of forgiveness. 

Merriam-Webster says to forgive is to “stop feeling anger toward (someone who has done something wrong)” and “to stop blaming (someone).” To “stop feeling anger about (something) and “to forgive someone for (something wrong)”. 

While there are certainly pockets and moments of love shown between gay men, there is also burning rage in the hearts of many — especially those who have been hurt time and again. 

Both Martin Luther King, Jr. and Mahatma Gandhi spoke strongly about forgiving others. King said, “We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love.” And Gandhi boldly proclaimed, “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong”. 

It’s safe to say that most gay men have been hurt by other gay men at some point in their lives. What would it look like for you to forgive the gay men that have hurt you in your life? Is it possible for you to let go of that hurt you’ve been carrying around for days weeks, months or even decades? Do you believe reconciliation is even possible? 

Maybe forgiveness is a muscle we’ve allowed to get flabby and weak. Maybe we’ve been holding out for an apology from our perpetrator that may never arrive. The truth is that when we refuse to forgive others, we only imprison ourselves. 

Every gay man reading this gets to decide: Will I carry anger or love in my heart? You can’t carry both. 

Yes, we need to educate our fellow gay men and be bold in confronting racism, classism, ageism and other -isms that too often go unaddressed in our community. 

I fear, however, that without an element of forgiveness, our posture toward one another will continue to harden. The distance and divide will increase and the toxic words we throw toward one another will become increasingly sharp and pointed. 

There’s very little hope of cultivating community and friendships when we can’t stand one another and when we won’t forgive. 

Forgiveness is messy. It’s complicated. Maybe we’re afraid to air our “dirty laundry” to the larger world. If we’re real honest with ourselves, gay men are not at all immune to hating one another. Perhaps a part of you hates other gay men in this very moment. 

While writing this, I came across these powerful words from Archbishop Desmond Tutu:

Forgiving and being reconciled to our enemies or our loved ones are not about pretending that things are other than they are. It is not about patting one another on the back and turning a blind eye to the wrong. True reconciliation exposes the awfulness, the abuse, the hurt, the truth. It could even sometimes make things worse. It is a risky undertaking, but in the end it is worthwhile, because in the end, only an honest confrontation with reality can bring real healing. Superficial reconciliation can bring only superficial healing.

Will gay men step forward to choose forgiveness? Will I? Will you? What will be your first step toward forgiving your fellow gay men?..................


-----"What If Gay Men Forgave One Another?",  by Josh Hersh, July 17, 2014, The Blog, Huffington Post 

See also: Gay Men And Forgiveness 1

Daddy Issues

When you hear someone refer to “Daddy Issues”, there’s always a negative connotation to the conversation. All my life I’ve heard this reference while secretly the topic made sense to me and excited me. I was thinking how wonderful it was to want a Daddy in my life-never agreeing with the surrounding negative comments about this topic. It has taken me years of secrecy and self analysis to accept, embrace and love my inner “boy” that will exist until the day I die.

So yeah, I grew up with a dad that was distant, never paid me attention and never showed me affection.. much less love.

At age 11 or 12, I went on a hunting trip with an uncle and I got lots of attention from his buddies and I was immediately in love with them.

They were MEN, blue-collar, hairy, muscular, truck driving, whiskey drinking, foul-mouthed MEN. The minute I got into a pick up truck with three of them I felt the instant attraction. I remember later that night in my own bed thinking about them and wishing they would have kept me and take me to live with them. I couldn’t stop thinking about those Alpha Men.

The first time I jerked off I thought of a woman, the second time I thought about theMen in the hunting cabin, and my orgasm was 100 Xs more intense.

My first orgasm at age 11or 12 I was thinking about the Men I had met on the hunting trip. From that day on all I could think about was those MEN, those muscled hairy Alpha Men hat talked dirty, hung out together half naked in the hunting cabin , drank a lot and oozed testosterone. I had never been around any thing like this. And suddenly everything instantly clicked in my head that I could belong to them. I can’t explain the feeling of suddenly fitting in or feeling at home or or the planets aligning, but suddenly everything made sense about my feelings.

After that trip, all I could think about was trying to get their attention and do anything to make those MEN happy. I was obsessed with seeing them again and making them smile and feel good. I went from thinking about playing with my friends and baseball after school to just obsessing about taking care of those MEN. I have this uncontrollable urge to please them, and I didn’t know how or what to do but I couldn’t get rid of the urge to do anything for them that they would ask of me.

Then I started masturbating…… And my active imagination came up with ways to put a smile on those faces, and ways to make those MEN feel good and ways to please them.. With no knowledge of how to have sex, I instinctually started thinking about submitting to them, being on my knees and nursing on their cocks like a baby on a milk bottle. I’ve never felt as in sync with the universe as I did when I started imagining me servicing those Alphas. The thought of sucking off Men and getting all of my nourishment from them was as natural as breathing. ( see my blog “ Participate In The Big Cum Experiment”)

So yes, I love my Daddy issues. Discovering that part of myself led to me knowing myself like I never have before. I realized that I was born to please MEN, there is nothing that is a satisfying for me as giving everything to a MAN.Anything you can think of that would please HIM, my body, my money, my hole, my mouth, my throat, anything that would satisfy him I am willing to give.

It’s time we embrace our daddy issues, so we can rightfully and proudly take our place as submissive boys in the world and that take care of, support and worship the MEN around us. The ones that choose us as their own need us too, I consider myself very lucky to have been used as a boy for Some amazing Alphas, most of them active duty military men.

So let’s start thinking of daddy issues as a good thing, let’s use it n a positive contexts, make boys proud to raise their hand and offer themselves to the MEN that need use. I am proud to submit to, service and please the MEN in my life.

And to the wonderful Alphas out there, thank a Dad for giving us our “Daddy Issues,”

-----"The Great Thing About Daddy Issues", sub-fag-cocksucker-for-alphas.tumblr.com

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What Is Race Play? 3

Now married to Superior Asian Male.  i drink His cum and He is now Man of the house.  i love Him and hunger for Him.  He gets anything He wants from me, the way life should be. 

-----"Asians Are Awesome", by shywhitesub.tumblr.com

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What Is Race Play? 2

You’ve been sucking his big White cock for hours and your jaw is numb. Your tiny asian dick has gone soft but still you continue sucking him and pleasuring him. 

That’s when it hits you. That small nagging feeling of shame. Your see yourself sucking his cock in the mirror and you can’t help but feel embarrassed. Embarrassed that you’re willing to debase yourself just to have opportunities to be with White Men. 

You tell yourself that you’re not like the other gaysians. You’re not a potato queen. You like guys of all races… but when you look at the stats, you find yourself saying “yes” to every White guy that messages you on Grindr while you say no to most POCs. [People of Colour]

You try to justify your feelings and rationalize your preferences. You exaggerate how much you’re attracted to non-White guys and you try to find White guys you don’t find attractive and exaggerate how much you don’t like them, but the truth is, the degree and quality of attraction you have to White Men is in a whole different league compared to your attraction to non-Whites.

You feel like a hypocrite for liking White Men almost exclusively. You try to downplay your attraction to them with your friends, because you’re afraid if they find out how much you love White Men, then it completely verifies their assumptions that you’re like any other typical gaysian. 

You spout all these ideals on social media about gay minorities and their marginalization, but you yourself subscribe to stereotypes about your race and submit to White Men.

But you push those feelings away when you suck his cock. You realize how much of a chink you truly are and no matter how hard you try to run away from it, you always come back to White Men. And after he’s done with your hole and used you like a whore, you stand there shell-shocked… ashamed at the things you did for him, disgusted at the names he called you and you called yourself, and loathing yourself and your asian-ness.

You tell yourself for the umpteenth time that you’re done with White Men. That you won’t be a chink no more. That is, until he messages you a week later, and you drop everything you’re doing and come crawling back to his…

BIG WHITE COCK.

-----asian fags for white men.tumblr.com

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What Is Race Play? 1

What is race play..? Is it just a way for white guys to be racist..?

Answer No. 1

Race play is the truthful and authentic dedication of service a useless nigger submits to for the greater glory of a superior White man. Fall in line, niggers. #WhiteLivesMatter
 -----Gay Nigger Cunt.tumblr.com


Answer No. 2 

Rather than responding with fantasy, I’ll answer this accurately. Raceplay is a form of kink sub-culture that eroticises racism, deriving sexual pleasure from the power inherent to racism. Some people in the sub-culture are genuinely racist, others aren’t and have come to it via their pre-existing interest in kink and domination.

One thing I want to cover is the idea that raceplay is something white people use to subjugate and be racist to other ethnic groups. It’s not that complicated. Raceplay eroticises racial domination of any kind- there are plenty of raceplay sites focussing on white men’s submission to Asians, Black men, Latinos, Muslims etc. Also, raceplay only works when both sides accept to and play with the fantasy.

Yes, raceplay has the potential to cause damage to people by inculcating racist ideas and making them think it’s “true”. But this is inherent to any form of powerplay within the sexual zone (fem-dom can lead to unhealthy understandings of femininity, Dom-Sub play can ruin people’s self-esteem). This is a risk that needs to be mitigated as best as possible, but one also needs to balance this with breaking the fantasy.

So when I do raceplay in real life I will always discuss it with a potential partner to make sure they are comfortable first.
-----fuck those asian slut boys.tumblr.com

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Hong Kong Men: Distracted And Sexless 3

COMPLETED 24 JUNE 2018.

3.  The Behaviour Of Gay Men In Hong Kong


3.  The Behaviour Of Gay Men In Hong Kong

From Zero To....

1.  Let's start here:  Hong Kong's gay scene went from one of the world's most suppressed and actively prosecuted in the 1970s and 1980s, to (since 1991), one of the most liberal in Asia.

https://hk-bb-top.tumblr.com/post/175026097844/hkminegdie-正片香港

 
 

https://hk-bb-top.tumblr.com/post/175026087504/hkminegdie-香港-素人-基片

 

But.....

2.  Remember, as at June 2018, Hong Kong still does NOT have:

• the legislative amendment making the minimum age of consensual gay sex at 16 (i.e. equal to heteros), even though the Courts have made it clear, they will NOT convict any gay person who is 16 or over who has gay sex with another person 16 or over.  On the statute books, the minimum age of gay sex in Hong Kong is still 21 and for heteros it's 16.  But the Courts simply ignored the discrepancy, told the government it was utterly unfair and told them to change it.  The effect...? In reality, the minimum age of gay sex in Hong Kong is now 16.
• gay marriage;
• civil union or domestic partnership;
• same-sex benefits by law for married gay civil servants.  The earlier court case that allowed it for a Chinese civil servant and his white partner who were legally married in New Zealand, was overturned by the Court of Appeal who affirmed the strict definition of "marriage" as being between a man and a woman - and said this was a back door attempt to force gay marriage in Hong Kong.  This case will probably go to the Court of Final Appeal;
• same-sex benefits by law for gays in the private sector - although companies like HSBC already do it;
• laws against workplace discrimination and dismissal on the grounds of sexual orientation - even though the Equal Opportunities Commission publicly supports having them and has shown up at the Hong Kong Pride celebrations;
• dependent visas for same-sex couples married overseas;
• housing for gay seniors;

Why...?

3.  So, what's going on...?  Why is Hong Kong's gay scene flourishing in the absence of a comprehensive legislative framework..?

4.  The answer is, it initially didn't need one.  All it needed was decriminalization and things just took off.  Nobody thought about gay rights.  It was just hedonism that went from Zero to Quantum. Anything to get away from the Dark Days of Criminality.


Glory Days And Glory Holes

5.  Within weeks in 1991, the first crop of gay saunas opened and were packed out (sadly, none of them exist now, but that's not the point);

• Gameboys - Wanchai;
• BA Fitness - Wanchai;
• Central Sauna - Hollywood Road;
• Male - Paterson Street, Causeway Bay;
• Bobson - Hankow Road, Tsim Sha Tsui;
• Rome Club - Ashley Road, Tsim Sha Tsui;
• Yeuk Tak Chee - Prince Edward, that had been a licensed male bath house for years and was rumoured to be very gay, started getting the younger crowd.

6.  Gay retail opened up in the side streets of Admiralty and Wanchai, gay escorts started advertising in HKMag, gay bars like Waltzing Matilda became more visible in Tsim Sha Tsui and Propaganda on Wyndham Street was the anchor of gay clubs.  Cruising became more overt particularly in Tsim Sha Tsui, Central and Wanchai.  And the really gay gyms like California Fitness took off.  AIDS did very little to stop the hedonistic momentum, although drug and disease rates climbed.


Now...

7.  Now in Hong Kong there's a plethora of gay saunas, a few bars and karaoke joints, rampant gay escort advertising (from Mainland Chinese), gay publications, gay TV, gay radio stations, offline and online gay retail, Pride, Gay Film Festivals, gay pop stars, gay pageants, gay sports clubs, gyms with an overt gay clientele - and gay porn all over the Web.


But Gay In Hong Kong Is A Sex-Based Culture, Right....?

8.  Oh yeah....In addition to all the above, check out the blatant gay Public Displays of Affection going on downtown - particularly in Tsim Sha Tsui and Causeway Bay, SoHo (Central not so much coz it's the business district).  Take a walk in the parks like Kowloon Park and Hong Kong Park and be amazed.  Keep your eyes open in the MTR station and trains and watch the local boys holding hands and kissing. (Forget the fuckn' whites.  They've been doing that here for a while just to be "provocative")  For the local GAMs, such PDA are expressions of freedom and their right to be respected. So long as they're not causing a public nuisance or engaging in public sexual acts or nudity, the Police aren't going to interfere.....

9.  Been to the some of the public toilets lately where gay men cluster...?  Our GAM-Throats-On-The-Street inform us that more and more public toilets around town are becoming "popular".  Gone are the days when it was just 2 in a cubicle.  We've counted, in wide-eyed amazement, 3 and 4 men stepping out of one cubicle and 25 people cruising in one toilet at the same time.  It was just bonkers.


Our Conclusion

10.  Our conclusion is that whilst str8 men in Hong Kong may have become sexless herbivores, gay men in Hong Kong are going to the other extreme and have totally embraced the overt, body-conscious sexuality of gay culture - and all the accoutrements that go with it: the jockstraps, the T-backs, the underwear, the swimming trunks, the cock rings, the butt plugs, the tank tops, the gay brand names, the partying, the drinking, the drugs, the porn, Grindr, the saunas, the cruising, the beach parties, the boat parties........


And Then.....There's This:

If you guys ever have the time , please visit Hong Kong's Kowloon Park Swimming Complex 九龍公園游泳池 Hong Kong, at least once in your lifetime -- To experience the best, public cruising place in Asia -- just for the sake of telling people that you've been there, done that and it's enough!

-----"Cruising in Kowloon Park Swimming Complex 九龍公園游泳池 Hong Kong", 1 July 2017, Welcome To The World Of Simon Lover

(Pictures and videos included.  Just don't say we didn't warn you.....)


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Hong Kong Men: Distracted And Sexless 2

2.  What FuelMix Thinks
3.  Behaviour of Gay Men In Hong Kong


2.  What FuelMix Thinks

(1) Mainland Chinese in Hong Kong

1.  The problem in Very Rich Megacity is not the heat, the urban density  It's the massive wealth inequality, most notable in the sky high property prices. We won't get into what we consider was a strategic mistake by the Hong Kong Government in allowing Mainland Chinese to buy property here in the first place.  It's effect was to distort other parts of the economy and strain the urban infrastructure.

2. Not only was the distortion in Hong Kong economic and financial (it created a stock market ramp-up, aided by monetary cluelessness by the US Fed), it was also psychological.  Hong Kong people were open-mouthed as to where and how these Mainland Chinese made their money. China is at the forefront of digitizing its economy, to the point where large chunks of consumer transactions (even buying vegetables from the market stall) are done electronically on mobile phones.  Cashless is the way to go in China.  Yet paradoxically, here in Hong Kong, these same Mainland Chinese are showing up with massive wads of cash in shiny silver Rimova (only high-end stuff for them) suitcases.

3.  It's not surprising that Hong Kong Cantonese are resentful  of just how much the city has been overrun by Mainland Chinese and their (un-endearing) entitlement mentality. Accusations of "cockroach" and "locust" infestation are mingled with insinuations of "grey money" or "black money", both dismissive references to corruption or financial gain by dubious means.

4.  For years, Hong Kong Cantonese have been ground into the dirt financially.  Sure, they may be educated professionals with a 7-figure salary, speak 3 languages and drive a BMW.  But they may also be low-level office, retail or service types, living in public housing (or being on a waiting list for one) and commuting 90 minutes to work each way.  Neither can compete with or comprehend the near hyper-exponential speed of wealth accumulation of the Mainland Chinese.


(2)  Hong Kong Women And The "6Cs"

5.  Even before the Mainland chinks appeared, Hong Kong women were notorious for demanding "The Six Cs" in men:

1. Cash
2. Credit Card
3. Cartier
4. Condo
5. Car
6. Cock

6.  Our Mainland "brothers" and "sisters" (the semi- official Hong Kong Government term for those from across the border) just made it a lot worse.  We wouldn't be surprised if a chunk of Hong Kong men figured they'd lost even before they started.  That doesn't do wonders for your self-esteem or your "manliness".  Depression lowers Testosterone, you know.

7.  The "why bother?." mentality of some heterosexual Hong Kong men, faced with apparently insurmountable financial and sexual odds, would probably drive them into becoming the grass-eating "herbivores" mentioned in Part 1.  Far better to stay at home with the parents.  Besides, Cantonese families usually have more than one child. Let one of the siblings do the breeding.


(3)  Hong Kong's Work Ethic Encourages Distraction

8.  In a word, "notorious".  Whilst it hasn't reached the "Work Till You Drop Dead At The Office" levels seen in Japan,  Hong Kong's long working hours are both a bane and a benefit.  People get stressed out and very tired.  If they're horny, they'll go to online porn.  It's quick, usually free and there's no emotional commitment.

9.  Alternatively they'll be on Tetris, Candy Crush, Facebook, WeChat, What'sApp, slouched on their seats while commuting on the MTR - oblivious to the Dating Apps being advertised in the train.


(4)  There's Another Way Of Looking At It

10.  The rise of entrepreneurship in Hong Kong is gratifying.  The ecology is taking shape, aided by cameo appearances by people like Jack Ma, the founder of Alibaba, encouraging young people to become entrepreneurs.

11.  More and more college age types are standing up to their parents wishes and refusing to become doctors, architects, lawyers, accountants - the usual catalogue of "respectable" professions.  Instead, they're becoming risk-takers and self-employed.  Of necessity, that will delay breeding and/or dating as they strive to become financially independent.

COMING UP IN PART 3:
3.  Behaviour Of Gay Men In Hong Kong


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Hong Kong Men: Distracted And Sexless 1

1.  What The Hong Kong Press Reported
2.  What FuelMix Thinks
3.  Behaviour Of Gay Men In Hong Kong 

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1.  What The Hong Kong Press Reported

 In a city already known for its low sex drive, there is a new generation of men who are uninterested in romance and relationships.  Whether technology is distracting them, or its the result of work or life pressure, women are feeling left out.

Most women would agree on the quintessential qualities they seek in a male partner (besides looks): that he should be kind, gentle and considerate. This is especially so for long-term relationships. The good news is Hong Kong has plenty of men around (who might possess some or all of these qualities), but the bad news is that an increasing number of them are uninterested in dating or getting married, and some have gone as far as to ditch romantic relationships for good.

Leading the charge is an infamous cohort of homebound men known as “otaku”. A Japanese term for men who are socially awkward and have limited family and romantic lives, these “geeks” tend to be diehard anime and manga fans who have little interest in dating. 

Then there are the “soshoku danshi”, which translates as “grass-eating men” or “herbivore men”. The term, coined by Japanese columnist Maki Fukasawa, describes a monk-like approach to life and relationships, in other words, no sex. 

There might be exceptions, but these men would rather invest themselves in online gaming and other solo activities than seek female company in their free time.

Studies in Japan estimate that this class of men, normally in their 20s and 30s, account for around 60 per cent to 70 per cent of the male population. Obviously, their reluctance to procreate is a major cause for concern. Japan has had one of lowest birth rates in the world for nearly a decade now.

Now Hong Kong appears to be following in Japan’s footsteps.  

According to Dr Paul Wong Wai-ching, associate professor of the Department of Social Work and Social Administration at the University of Hong Kong, the city has seen a rise in the number of “grass-eating men”.

“These herbivore men don’t connect with others, they don’t establish their own families or have children and don’t really contribute anything meaningful to society, either tangibly or intangibly,” says Wong. “They are like parasites who often live with their parents. So you can imagine how it’s going to affect society in the long run, socially and economically.”

Like Japan, our society is rapidly ageing, he adds. “These ‘grass-eating men’ are not capable of taking care of their ageing parents and neither are they capable of taking care of themselves when they become old, they are childless so they will have no family support,” he says. 

Another type of man you won’t be finding on any dating apps are the “modern-day hermits”. They seek extreme disconnection and isolation from the rest of society, they become practically invisible. This phenomenon is triggered by an overburdened sense of responsibility, and when the pressure becomes too unbearable it causes the person to pull away and unplug from society in a kind of self-imposed exile.

After a long-term detachment from society, their social skills diminish and this affects their ability to find employment. This has a domino effect of creating youths who are financially dependent on family and friends, jobless and lacking in drive. Not only does this mean these hermits never leave the nest or mature, but they are far less likely to have long-term relationships, romantic or friendship-based.

It seems counter intuitive that in a world as busy and interconnected as ours is, we are now lonelier than ever. 

We might not be as bad as Japan, with nearly half a million of these social recluses, according to a 2012 study, but there are still an estimated 20,000 to 40,000 hidden away in Hong Kong, according to Wong. 

Whatever the difference in numbers between here and Japan, this disconnection is threatening the social fabric that binds our community and we need to do something about it. 

While we can agree that dating can be terrifying, unforgiving and unpredictable, it is a rite of passage that many of us undertake as we grow up. 

At heart, humans are gregarious creatures, so whether it’s meeting someone at a party, bar or anywhere else, forming human connections is an integral part of our being. Relationships and friendships are highly important for humans.........

We can blame the prevalence of smartphones, laptops, computers, tablets and other electronic devices. We can even blame it on e-sports, a new pseudo sport that is sweeping the city with government backing. It can also be interpreted as another excuse for people to submerge themselves in the digital world rather than experience the real word.

“Those who advocate e-sports are sugar coating it as a genuine sport that encourages team interaction. It’s nonsense because it is just a limited form of interaction between a few members of a small team,” Wong says.

It’s a mistake to provide an escape hatch for people who want to avoid human interaction. If we continue to condone this kind of antisocial behaviour, we have to bear the risks and social consequences that come with it. 

This is a far more serious social issue than just a blip in the dating game.

-----"How herbivores, hermits and stay-at-home men are leaving are leaving a generation of Hong Kong women unsatisfied". South China Morning Post, 27 May 2018

 

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2.  What FuelMix Thinks
3.  Behaviour of Gay Men In Hong Kong

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Therapy

Getting tired of white fags and their racial "preferences"......"Sorry, no Asians" and "Sorry, no blacks".....??

"Preference" for them is OK, but racist when you use it and say, "No whites" or "Not into whites"..?

Ever felt like.....you know....

https://praisemasterben.tumblr.com/post/174413103655/hahahaaha-slap-the-faggit-silly

 

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It’s so lonely being gay. It’s the most lonely fucking thing in the world. I don’t care what people say, it is. Unless you are a white, muscular, movie star looking man who has thousands of Instagram followers you are ignored and lonely.

The “fat” gay guys or gay men of color or trans gay men very very rarely get portrayed in the media as people who get a happy ending. We get ignored. We are fighting for equality among straight people but within the community we all treat each other like shit. It’s filled with nothing but labels.

We should be a united front. I shouldn’t have fear and severe anxiety of going up and just even talking to another gay guy because I have been rejected so many times by them. I wish I could make you all understand how lonely it is when you come out and face rejection from your family for coming out and then get rejected by gay men for how you look.

My heart is broken and I feel like I belong no where. I know I am only one out of millions of other gay guys who feel ignored and rejected by the rest of the community.

Gay men of color matter. Plus size gay men matter. Trans gay men matter. Closeted gay men matter.

Don’t you dare wave that Pride flag if you don’t support the right of every gay man in your community. We are here and we matter. It isn’t all a white muscle contest.


FuelMix says:

And the anger builds.  Correctly.

Craigslist Hong Kong

CL Hong Kong has now removed all personal ads in all categories.

This is part of a worldwide move on all their pages. The official reason is to stop global human trafficking for prostitution.  This is obviously a huge problem and we suspect some ugly truths about the scale of human abduction and trafficking are about to be released.

As we've said before, these are the times of the Apocalypse, the true meaning of which, is that which was hidden, is now revealed

We're not gonna miss the hugely irritating Indonesian, Filipino, Thai and Chinese moneyboys, or the really weirdly-worded ads by Asian trans-sexuals.

However, we have a sneaky suspicion that some presently innocent categories on CL like "Salon/Spa/Fitness will become the new turf for carnal games.  No proof, just a thought.

UPDATE: 7 MAY 2018:  Our suspicion was almost correct: the personal ads and the escorts have appeared in the the "Missed Connections category".  What makes it worse, is that they're not sorted.  You're gonna have to wade through escorts, trans-sexual escorts, heteros looking to hookup, homos looking to hookup - and missed connections.  What a fuckin' mess.

We will miss local and tourist gay men online, in particular:

• the abject stupidity;
• the repetitive insanity;
• the "preferences";
• the outright racism;
• the outright ageism; 
• the number of years over which a fag's age remained the same;
• the ads we instantly knew would fail;
• the number of times we giggled when we saw, "let's do this..!" (more a declaration of desperation than intent);
• the pleas for information on gay saunas which fell on deaf ears;
• whether the self-admitted "average-looking, wine-drinking, "philosophical", "cultured", well educated, "gentle" GAM (a.k.a someone with the visual appeal of paint drying on the wall and the mental incontinence of a dripping faucet), actually found true love with a bloated white guy, similarly depleted in the Looks Department.

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Gay Men And Forgiveness 1

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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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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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