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For the people not living in this weird claustrophobic SEAsian village, the local TV end of Media Crap Co. (which is NOT quite like the paper I write for, because although they are both owned by the same company, different people run the things. Which is about as close to a Free Press outside the internet we're as likely to come to for the next few months. Although nothing is fucking for sure anymore because the BBC was allowed to lambast the much to be desired Human Rights record we have at the moment concerning our Domestic help)

Anyway, the TV end have decided to make a talk show program where they get morally degenerate characters like myself to talk about stuff and then make us all sound and look truly like the devil's chambermaids. (You know, the little girls that clean out his royal pots. My God, what a fantasy, the little bucket girl getting fucked by the lord of evil.)

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I must get this straight. That TV thing was a bomb, but I went anyway because it was just something I would do. Because I dont give a fuck about how I look on TV (I feel pai seh of course lah! But all I have to do to not feel that is to not watch the show right. As long as people dont recognize me on the streets, what the fuck do I care). Its just like how Id suck the cock of Sir Stamford Raffles the week before National Day and take of my pants in front of Buckingham Palace. It doesnt matter, for Gods sake. Its mad, to allow yourself to look like a whore on TV, but its so against everything this society is about I had to do it.

Im sick with people telling me whats the right move with this or that. If I listened to that nonsense, I wouldnt have as much fun. If you havent already noticed, I dont give a shit about the opinions of the general public. If they know why Im doing what I do (and the reason is simple Im doing it because sex is just a thing we have to do as human beings, theres no escaping it and theres no need to be elitist about the fact that youre having sex, or about the fact that you arent).

Just move on already. So I have sex with my boyfriend, and before that I had sex with about a dozen people, thats normal. If you think were any better than animals, you can forget it. When it comes down to our biological behaviour, were no more bereft of self-control, and we are no more amenable or beatific. What differentiates us is our ability to create beyond any need for the satisfaction of biological instincts. The sooner we get over things that we cant change, the sooner we can get to the things that bring true joy to the human spirit. If Michelangelo worried all damn day about how being gay wasnt morally desirable, he wouldnt have painted the Sistine Chapel in the dynamic glory (not to mention the sometime smug amusement) we now experience it with.

To the people that watched the show and thought the people that came up with the idea are a bunch of idiots, the sort that are no different from those that enjoy sodomy with little boys while basking in the manufactured holiness of the state/institution, amen to you.

As someone put it in an email to me, who are we kidding, do our men only lick postage stamps (and our girls only enjoy sex after they are wed? I dont recall anyone telling me our genitals took on a different state of mind after a certificate is signed).

To the people that think I look like a whore, you should know that deep inside thats what you are anyway. What kinda human being doesnt like to fuck? Get over it already.