Month: November 2017 (Page 3 of 4)

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married_bi_for_cash, 23
Walgate

Ever dreamed of having sex with a married guy? Here is your chance. You come to my house, meet my wife and two children (I started very young), then we go in the bedroom. I offer blowjob, rimming (passive) and you can fuck me or get fucked. We can be loud, it’s not a problem. My family is used to all kinds of shit from me.

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married_bi_for_cash (Owner) -Nov 4, 2017
Of course I’m not happy. I do this because I’m unhappy, and I’m unhappy because I do this. It’s a vicious cycle

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position No entry
Kissing No
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty No
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 150 Euros
Rate night ask

 

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BigMuscleTwink, 22
Cologne

Hello my friend! Come lay down on my back, because I have a true story to tell you and you dont want miss it.

Dicksize XXL, Uncut
Position Bottom only
Kissing No
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Versatile
Dirty Yes
Fisting Active / passive
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour ask
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StudentInternational, 23
Vienna

Hi everybody,
I’m straight, approachable, nice and discreet. You all, who are part of the “gay community”, know this: you’re horny, wanna hook up, but everyone around you seems to be complicated and in the end nothing happens. I know this happens to everybody who’s gay, wether you’re young and supposedly “sought after” or you’re mature and experienced.
This happens all the time to you and that’s where I come in. I’m straight, I’m not complicated at all. Just send me a message, we’ll fix up an uncomplicated meeting with me and you’ll always be fond of me.

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Longpubeslover – Oct 29, 2017
Really love long unshaven and untrimmed pubic hair?? I love to pick up pubic hair in toilets and lick them??

I think you have them yes? Can I buy? ??

Dicksize XL, Uncut
Position More top
Kissing Consent
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting No
S&M Yes
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour ask
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BBlivefuck, 19
Zurich

Hey, we are 3 boy and can make hot BB show , you can lick our body, sperm, suck our dicks when we re fucking straight out of each others asses etc etc etc

You can make videos of us too

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TekuSP – Oct 26, 2017
i just got back from a tryst with this triad, thought you others might want more detail on what’s what.
the boys on the left/right in the pic are total tops, the middle boy is a total bottom.
for those into ass-to-mouth cock sucking (like me!), you will only taste the middle boy’s ass but it was adorable.
i thought the middle boy was the quiet brains of the group, i didn’t realize until i watched the video i made that he has a severe mental/learning disability.

Dicksize No entry, No entry
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Client age No restrictions
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Assforallrich, 21
Belgrade

Only for high class people .who know how to respect a great ass
Not into nightmares
I love men who love ass
Charges may vary but not my ass
Enjoy the universe inside it
No frustrated desperate morons.
Thankyou

Guestbook of Assforallrich

Assforallrich (Owner) – Aug 8, 2017
yep HES IN THRERE

Anonymous – Aug 8th, 2017
it is so difficult to book him, because he is the best, and everbody wants to book him.. but than I managed to book him and I am deep in his ass RIGHT NOW.. believe me.. ;-)) tobias

Dicksize M, Uncut
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
Fucking No entry
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Dirty No entry
Fisting Active
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 4 Dollars
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Magical_Angel, 20
Berlin

Version 1.0 = boy; Version 2.0 = girl; Version 3.0 = boygirl

Let’s cut to the chase. I’m looking for an old man.

I am perhaps the most complicated person in Berlin, but I have the most simple heart in the world. I can give so much love that your heart will be filled forever after spending an hour together.

I am the Angel of Cuddles and the God of Ice. I am strange like you. I can do anything. I can switch and switch and switch. I only warn you: Be careful what you wish for. So, what is your wish?

YOUR HEART is FULL OF LOVE.

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VeryBigMen2015 – Oct 30, 2017
wow you look so super great thin emaciated eats probably hardly nothing I like very fuck you eat nothing until I come Saturday Berlin

Anonymous – oct 27, 2017
Become even skinnier and eat even less.
You are the hottest bottom ever.
I love you.
You have to become even skinnier!

duss66er – Oct 7, 2017
Hi, so I think he is anorexic!
But he is simply sexy anorexic. And if he has an ass on his bones, then 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Anonymous – Sept 9, 2017
He is only very little food for you allowed to remain lean look super
I was immediately fascinated by his megaschlanken body … the imagination of this megaschlanken boy to be fucked was for me the highest
now I am always every few months for him take the one unhappy cock
Lean little food

GeorgG – Sep 5, 2017
if the kilos and the body size are not a fake, anorexia is visible.

Hot_and_Sexy_Man – Aug 20, 2017
A small criticism: this thin he seems to understandably easily worn out. So he was pretty much exhausted after only 1 hour last night. There was no swallowing for me therefore. But he swallowed 3 of mine, so.

Anonymous – Aug 6, 2017
please only very little food allowed look super great from ur body is so super thin spice class
only fruits and vegetables are allowed the most magical escort here
ur a new pictures are super look mega mega horny. too much to eat is forbidden to u.
stay skinny till u die (worth it!)

Dicksize No entry, No entry
Position Versatile
Kissing No entry
Fucking More bottom
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Client age Users between 70 and 99
Rate hour 55 Euros
Rate night 555 Euros

 

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$$$$, 18
Bratislava

Originally from England, living in Slovakia.
I reaaaaaaaaally love how embarrassing it is for me that having sex makes my masculine voice sound like a stupid girl’s.
Make my wallet thick ?

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position Versatile
Kissing Consent
Fucking More top
Oral Versatile
Dirty Yes
Fisting No
S&M No
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 99 Dollars
Rate night 550 Dollars

 

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I_AM_BOY, 20
Szczecin

For transparency’s sake, I am engaged to my boyfriend of 2 years. I promised to stay with him forever, he and my word are both important to me. He accepts that I need to make some money. That is as far as I can speak for him. Should he require to speak to you, and he may, that will be arranged. Outside of that I can assure you that he is aware and understanding of the logic that the best way for me to search for money is via my physical appearance. To date, I have not found anything that I feel the need to post as a limit aside from the obvious. I would not like to die. I would not like to be made lesser intellectually or medically than I currently am.

Dicksize XL, No entry
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking No entry
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting Active
S&M No entry
Client age Users between 35 and 99
Rate hour ask
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CuteButtAmerican, 22
London

I know you have a fine taste and it’s been hard to find someone hot enough between so many guys.But i am here now and you have made the right decision.

Where the fuck is David Sommer?

Dicksize XL, Uncut
Position No entry
Kissing Consent
Fucking Top only
Oral Top
Dirty WS only
Fisting Active
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 90 Pounds
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kiss_me, 18
Dansaert

Chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
(…)
Live fast. Be wild. Die young. And have fun doing it.

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Hotnow42 – Oct 30, 2017
He not Latin. He say me he Latin. I dont know what the fuck he but he not Latin.

hardon1954 – Oct 22, 2017
Most handsome boy I met in my life. Very clean and goodsmelling. Best ass in the world. I fucked him very good and with “hate”. But even better fisting, omg did I punch him!

Anonymous – Aug 24, 2017
BOYTOY OF ONE FAMOUS SERBIAN POLITICIAN

Koka – Aug 13, 2017
His leather pants look sexy but they make the lower half of his body smell like dead cow.

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YoungJulian, 20
Cambridge

Hi guys

Let’s start by talking about myself first. Physically, I am a white European 100% local, 20 years on the counter recently but appearing younger (my entourage usually guesses me rather less than eighteen), totally out of the gay medium, male, thin and smooth with no need to add unsightly muscles, short, head very often in the clouds but my hands are hyper-walkers… So much for my purely physical description.

With me time suspends its flight and the hours pass without me seeing them pass … I adoore especially the interminable preliminaries, I suck for a long time and get sucked at length – notice, then, to you enduring guys, I literally pump a guy for hours without ever getting bored at any time; and my blowjobs are of the type hyper-charged in saliva, it also makes my partners occasionally hallucinate every time (many say they see a halo on my head!) … So I think (without bragging) I am an unusual sucker – come test it! You’ll see, you’re going to (kiffer) …

When being mounted, I like it rather wide (at least 18.5 by 6-6.5 of width, is a suggestion), I really struggle with the condoms. That said, I am HIV negative and I want to remain so – zero risk taking since my last complete screening (HIV, syphilis, hepatitis), dates back to May 10, 2016. Yes, the test is relatively ‘old’ but I do not see the interest of doing tests every three months, because I’m not the type ! ^^

You: I absolutely want you to be masculine (no effeminate or mannered bitches, no “unlikely creature” post-modern type travs or trans, etc.), of sound body and mind (but I do not make that a top priority), no necessity to have a cock “format cucumber” to have me as long as it is “on the move”, as others would say, with a hotel room or house for us. Failing that, at worst, I will do it outside, considering the strong summer heat this will pose no problem – I know moreover some cool and discrete bushes.

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Need_want – Oct 27, 2017
Let’s get this straight.

I’m wealthy man, mid 50s, still exploring whether i should be a man who rents boys because i can, or start referring myself as sugar daddy, or just a daddy type who likes boys whose wealth is just a lubricant. Maybe all.

You are the most beautiful and perfect boy i have seen in my long and very boy-filled life.

Not looking for a pay4hook up with you, so tired of that. Am looking for a commitment relationship with you, whether its a boyfriend relationship with benefits, or a contractual owner and property situation, or a rich Daddy and lucky boy relationship.

So let’s just chat first and then hang out rather than “do it tonight”.
Understand I have a very high sex drive, so trust me, I do want to spill a lot of juice on, around, and in you but am tired of all the meaningless one night stands, where i drown boys in juice but we don’t even know each other.

Findthesoul – Oct 11, 2027
It is always said that love happens at first sight. But I believe, love can happen at any sight.

Dicksize L, Cut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 50 Pounds
Rate night 200 Pounds

 

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Djrper, 21
Victoria

I moved to Victoria bc from Mexico a few years ago

I’m not sure what I’m doing here

But I need money to live on while I am

I’m not a DJ it’s just how my initials work

That is important

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position More top
Kissing No
Fucking More top
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 2000 Dollars
Rate night 5000 Dollars

 

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drew, 18
Kalispell

I am not an escort I am a boy living in the middle of nowhere Montana looking to be kidnapped and taken far away from here and turned into someone’s boyfriend.

Feel free to ask me any questions pertaining to my capture. I have had sex with farm animals so I can guarantee you that it does not matter what you look like.

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drew (Owner) – Nov 1, 2017
Yes it is! If you want meeting at hotel, your duty is to book hotel. To book me ( buy me ticket ) flight ticket from Kalispell to your Belgrade ( or destination that you choose ) and to send me by mail that data, usually is scanned. From choosen time for sex and fun, you should send me in advance 50% of it by Western Union, and rest you will give me when we met. It is the same procedure for all if it is your apartment instead hotel, and in that case I need your adress so I can come by taxi after I arrive. You can also wait for me at airport if is that ok for you. If you want me rent a car, in that case you will need to send me money in advance for costs ( rental, gasoline, paytoll ) with same procedure for 50% in advance

serbian_beastXXL – Oct 31, 2017
i want you badly. you come to belgrade, is possible?

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specificescort, 19
Zurich

haven’t showered in 4 days. smell so strong is intoxicating! looking for a paying man who either appreciates this, or even better, smells just as bad and wants to experience our mingled stench.

sorry for being specific

Dicksize M, Cut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting Active
S&M No
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 50 Euros
Rate night 150 Euros

 

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Jacob_Thomas, 20
Vienna

Please get to the point this is not my social media site, I have Facebook for that. When you contact me I am only interested in body pictures, nothing nude, please. I do not care for your face because it is just how I tell if you like it or not, only your body picture to see if it is possible for me to lie underneath it. I will not be sending my cock pic because it does not give a pleasure my ass does. And do not ask me for ass pics, go fuck yourself. And this is a hobby something I enjoy doing. I have a real job, so do not try to give me ultimatums. You will be wasting your time I am not desperate for your little money. I am not answering any questions nor giving out any information to anyone who has not followed these list of requests first. And if you know you can not read or understand English, why keep writing to a someone where the person has English as their language!

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Fartonmytongue – Nov 1, 2017
Fart on my tongue.

Dicksize No entry, No entry
Position More bottom
Kissing No
Fucking No entry
Oral No entry
Dirty No
Fisting No
S&M No
Client age No restrictions
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SomeoneForYou, 18
Eindhoven

Hey Guys, i’m a male Dutch model. I just turned 18 (15-10-1999). I have an unobtrusive personality. I sport 6 times a week, love to travel and eat good food. That’s all you need to know about me.

Are you interested in a power top? You can try calling me.
Are you interested in a power bottom? You can definitely call me.
Are you interested in a meaningful conversation with a pretty young man? You can probably call me.

I’m whatever you want me to be almost!

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pugnolegante – Oct 20, 2017
oh You boring predecessors !

This boy’s ass is not to qualify with ” hot ass ” or similar stuff – his ass is a vulcano , and at the same time an experience of the deepest ocean :-)))))))))))

but You need the same courage he has in creating an erotic balance of the finest You can imagine – and of a kind You surely not have experienced ever and presumably not even can iamagine

try to stand a night with him , and You will reconsider Your understanding of Yourself

____NO_____NAME – Oct 16, 2017
do not hesitate to put your finger on what you really see in his baby

Dicksize L, Uncut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting Passive
S&M Yes
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 90 Euros
Rate night 500 Euros

 

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time-4me-now, 18
Eastlake

I’m a little boy looking for men. I go for guys aged 32 to 43. Get me drunk and or stoned and we can do anything sexual except poop and pee. I would love to get gangbanged too sometime. I’m straight as well and hopefully that can change soon. I can be your sex partner on one condition: you “hire me for a job” so my parents will let u have me for the day and that you live close by. I am also seriously considering offering myself as kept boy to a man in need of a regular sex thing. Once I turn 18 I’ll move in with you.

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pierce – Oct 28, 2017

topnature – Oct 19, 2017
I’m over 43 (48 yrs) but I’ll pay you 8 billion dollars.

Dicksize S, Uncut
Position Versatile
Kissing Consent
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting No
S&M No
Client age Users between 32 and 43
Rate hour 200 Dollars
Rate night 1000 Dollars

 

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Doctor_Pierre, 24
Paris

⭐️⭐️ Medical visit, anal examination (wrist deep with gloves), dilation of the urethra, intense examinations of the genitals, open you up, hurt you, experiment with you, cigarette burns, mummification … and much more ⭐️⭐️

Pay per minute

Only anal – 1 Euro per minute
With experiments – 2 Euro per minute

Pay-per-minute with me: the time (stopwatch) starts running as soon as you unpack your cock.

Dicksize L, No entry
Position More top
Kissing Consent
Fucking More top
Oral No entry
Dirty Yes
Fisting Active
S&M Yes
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour ask
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Wunderknabe, 19
Milan

I’M DOING SEX NOT ONLY FOR MONYE I FELL HABY WHEN I DO THAT

Guestbook of Wunderknabe

XShane – Nov 6, 2017
I want to find the truth of yours.

No one like it – Nov 3, 2017
After our meeting, I’m like … replaced !!!
It is going to take me some days to realize what happened to me this afternoon !!!
I feel light as a deer, happy as a child on a holy evening, and you have a succinct ass !!!

Zigman – Oct 29, 2017
You’re horrible sex. Either advertise that you’re a hollow eyed “T” pig or go the fuck away and enroll in rehab/addiction counseling.

Dicksize No entry, Uncut
Position More bottom
Kissing Consent
Fucking More bottom
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 150 Dollars
Rate night 500 Dollars

 

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TRAVELBOY, 24
Zielona Góra

Heard about escorting from a guy I fuck frequently and thought I’d give it a try.

Unfortunately I don’t have many sexy clothes to wear because I had to throw them all away, but I plan on rebuilding my collection as soon as I can! All I have now are some poppers (which I love to use) but I won’t let that stop me from becoming the escort I think I want to be!

Looking for a longer term sugar daddy as I’m not too interested in putting myself out there to be snuffed out.

Unlike most of my colleagues, I only come here to earn money to pay for a rhinoplasty.

Disney annual pass holder.

Guestbook of TRAVELBOY

-berny- – Oct 14,
2017
Hello Niklas

Are a really horny bitch, thank you for the beautiful hours.

See you again soon.
Your perverse old mess

BradyMidday – Oct 11, 2017
The softer and weaker I get, the harder my dick gets. I am aging like the wine of fat juicy grapes …OK, I’m being scouted by antique dealers and Civil-War re-enactors. From the depths of the 20th Century, I remember tight Disco jeans, short basketball uniforms, and riding home on the bus, looking down, out of the window, searching for men’s crotches. Back when being bullied was not a federal case, and I know there are some of you out there who remember fondly the guy who shoved you against the lockers, his cocky attitude and sweetly stale breath in your nostrils. When you got punched or humiliated, no parents or principle got involved. It was just you and your athletic tormentor. Memories. I know some of you, like me, at least once stayed after school, and opened his locker to smell his gym shoes. Western civilization is in decline, and there’s nothing we can about it. Let’s just consume, be comfy, and hope, that when the lean and hungry barbarians from the East pull the carpet out from under our scooters, they’ll let us light up a ciggy, and maybe, if I’m very lucky, a really gnarly male soldier will shove me up against a locker. Ah, dreams.

Fistthem0001 – Oct 3, 2017
YOU WANT TO FIST HIS FUCK HOLE

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Client age No restrictions
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BIGSLUT, 20
Sofia

I am a very extrovert, outgoing, down-to-earth young guy who enjoys to connect, meet new people and discover what my ass has up its sleeve.

Also, I am sure having god’s gift (where it counts) makes a difference but it is my brain that counts the most.

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ppa1223 – Nov 2, 2017
He walks with a cane.

Dicksize No entry, No entry
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Fucking Bottom only
Oral No entry
Dirty No
Fisting Passive
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
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YOU_BUST_MY_ASS, 18
Bangkok

– I like money. I am Flim 18 year olds, studying in Bkk. I need money for my ass
– I like to be nude and given prostate massages by an old woman while other old women watch
– I like to be fucked in the ass, mouth and in the penis all at the same time. Penis fuck as in finger or something in the urethra
– I like to be nude and gunged and slide around the goo and then fucked
– I like my cock to be milked until I’m screaming. Tie me down and milk me like a cow
– I like an old woman. Fat or slim, as long as you’re old, I don’t care

Dicksize M, No entry
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Versatile
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 90 Euros
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poztwinkcashtop, 19
London

Very poz twink control freak Top with XL dick looking for a cash twink slut pig to fuck in barbarian stile and poz and bilk and own

Guestbook of poztwinkcashtop

Fuckingseedmyfaghole – Nov 4, 2017
heyyyyyyy.
i guess im looking to get poz. or a boyfriend. idk. really dgaf about life.

blondeboy – Nov 3, 2017
Hi! I’m new to bareback sex, but I’m very curious to say the least. I’m very into putting myself in danger, and lots of stuff. If you can give me one good reason to get pozzed, I’ll probably be into it.

Dicksize XXL, Uncut
Position More top
Kissing Consent
Fucking More top
Oral Versatile
Dirty No entry
Fisting Active
S&M Yes
Client age Users under 24
Rate hour 170 Pounds
Rate night ask

 

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Youmemakes3, 22
Boston

There are times I don’t understand what’s happening in my life? I just close my eyes, take a deep breath and say “GOD” I know it is your plan. Just help me through it! “Our” life’s are confronted with challenges everyday. Life experience’s are learning tools “we” should use to educate ourselves with. The last few years have been quite challenging and I’ve come to appreciate the simplest things in life. Few years ago, I made one of the smartest decisions, to put my personal life on hold. At the time I knew it was the best decision to make for myself. Yes with God all things are possible! My sex work has given me the opportunity to travel to various cities and states. But I’ve not experienced much of life’s privileges.

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privat8_hole, 22
Berlin

Hey guyys!

I

Rent my friend! (picture shows him) Do you have to fuck my friend? Do you want him alone or should I stand guard?

HE

Student from abroad trying to mix the need for cash, and the hunger for cum:;-)

U

Just like to shoot cum and show off:.

Guestbook of privat8_hole

Anonymous – Sep 2, 2017
The sex is decidedly mediocre. He clenches his ass to make is as hard as possibke for you to get your dick in when you fuck him.

Dicksize M, Uncut
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Kissing Consent
Fucking More bottom
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting Passive
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 30 Euros
Rate night 100 Euros

 

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young…dumb…slut, 21
New York City

I’ve seen people (disabled, aged, weird by look) who couldn’t get love from anyone in life. I won’t say sex, coz we can buy sex, but not love.

It would be my honour to serve the feeling of sunsual sexual love to them. And I am not charging anything for it.

If you have someone near you who is fond of love but has none, you can help him by giving him my contact.

Tell me of how much you love me
FRENCH – ENGLISH (fonctional)

Guestbook of young…dumb…slut

xVxtiger – Nov 3, 2017
sup im tjh im a anarcho-punk that follows the vegan straight edge life style. why is someone like me on here well its quite simple im looking for a girlfreind online because where i am the likeminded trans selection is shit

Marshmallow143 – Oct 31, 2017
Why fall in love when you can fall asleep

Gonnafuckyou – Oct 26, 2017
You re an emollient who has a devastating effect on men.

I m a super positive guy, pretty much always happy.

I m often bored, so I can t wait to take my pants off.

Dicksize XL, No entry
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Kissing No entry
Fucking No entry
Oral Top
Dirty WS only
Fisting Active
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 0 Dollars
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“Straight”whore, 23
Brussels

I’ve used women for drugs and and money and lied to them I didn’t care how they felt I just want dope and a dick in my ass or in my mouth I took this girl’s virginty years and she was treated real bad as a child and knew she didn’t deserve to be used but I did it and i liked seeing the pain I inflicted I didn’t I’m a fan she had cancer and I was was making her bring me dope and I would fuck and suck for days while she was fighting to live and I got sympathy from people for her suffering and I was so mean and I wished she would die so I could so could my family would feel sorry for me and I could get more dope and ii have found myself without without any family cuz they just we’re ashamed of me for using her and then just just being as cruel no I can’t get money for for dope so you can treat like I treated her cuz I like a man to humiliate me like did to her I’m a fag

Dicksize XL, Cut
Position More bottom
Kissing Consent
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting No entry
S&M Yes
Client age Users older than 18
Rate hour 200 Euros
Rate night 1000 Euros

 

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Service_with_a_smile, 18
Hartford

I’m an 18 male who is very shy but will do whatever you want me to as long as it’s not sexual I’m not into that

If I had the choice I would never touch my own dick again in my life

Dicksize No entry, No entry
Position No entry
Kissing No entry
Fucking No entry
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 200 Dollars
Rate night ask

 

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RoyalTwink, 21
Graz

Sophisticated handsome college student doing research for a school project in Graz just for a day and night (19.& 20. October) that partly involves my obtaining a personal experience of the effects of “sexual objectification”. Thus I will embark on a short term experiment with escorting (0 previous experiences with that). I’m open for regular sex and all the plays (but nothing weird). The catch or prerequisite is that I will be asking you a million questions before, during, and after the encounter.

Dicksize No entry, No entry
Position Bottom only
Kissing Consent
Fucking Bottom only
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 100 Euros
Rate night 300 Euros

 

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go_down_and_lick_it, 24
Zagreb

I want to spit on you you fucking Idiots. Just go down and lick my cock and eat my load.
I am 6 1/2 inches long and cut, my shaft has a wide girth, and I have a thick mushroom head.
Sperm Count- 73-76 million per ml. *almost above average for caucasian males born in the 90s like myself.
For all those cum guzzling daddies who are hungry and want to swallow and digest all of my load.
If I don’t ejaculate for about two days, I spew out a wild, creamy white load – about 2 tablespoons worth. I’m told my “baby juice” tastes good and is fulfilling.
Give me a long, juicy suck on my cock, swallow everything it shoots, lick it clean and I want to beat you up and to bash you.

**THE MAN IN THE PROFILE PIC IS NOT ME, NOR DO I KNOW HIM!

Dicksize XL, Uncut
Position No entry
Kissing No
Fucking No
Oral Bottom
Dirty Yes
Fisting No
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 100 Euros
Rate night 600 Euros

 

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monstercock, 21
Sarajevo

Hi i am Lukas, annoying as f***, but i have a monster 12 inch cock, 10 inch when it is soft, and i am a drill who likes God Fearing people to learn from each other.

Guestbook of monstercock

rjh9995 – Nov 13, 2017
Recently broke it off with my fiance; I don’t know what I’m looking for, guess I’m hoping a fuck from your monster will at least overwhelm the pain that is inside me at the moment. Do you accept credit cards?

NakedMike – Nov 12, 2017
Desperately seeking you to mind-fuck me to be to be an obedient, groveling little sperm faggot. Your sperm will be my only purpose in life. By the time you are finished with me, I will be totally brainwashed and have no thoughts in my little pea brain except thoughts of your sperm.

I will receive multiple daily loads to keep me in line. (More will be administered for any failure to maintain your cock in the most pristine condition). I will polish your cock DAILY! (My work will be quality inspected). I will keep your genitals perfectly organized.

I will use my pay checks from working as an underwear salesman to fund your underwear collection ensuring you have the very best. (Basically I work for your cock). I will put on your underwear the morning and remove them for you at night.

I will lick and sniff your genitals daily as ordered, for as long and as many times as you command. My mouth and tongue will be your personal wash rag, using them to clean your cock first and foremost, but also for licking your balls, pubes, etc. I will serve as your sperm hole for as many hours a day as you command resulting in sore throats daily from suffering the wrath of your cock.

Dicksize XXL, No entry
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty No
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 60 Euros
Rate night 100 Euros

 

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HornyPotter, 20
Frankfurt

Hello to all escort seeking gentlemen here and of course also to all other visitors of my profile.

My name is Alex, I am 20 years old, Hispanic-German mixed, and come from the Frankfurt area. I am on the search for a gentleman who takes me into his capable hands and shapes, employs and educates my body according to his wishes for an hour or more, with the aim of receiving total satisfaction in return for payment, which sounds very simple and regular but unfortunately in my case it is not. While I am very devoted by nature and sex obsessed, thus far when I have been with a gentleman, I have acted like quite a dickhead, a habit which must be expelled. My biggest problem is that I always feel safe here being horny and explicit when writing or talking, but when it comes to a meeting, I almost always make a retreat, becoming an argumentative, uptight guy because I am afraid of this step, this new life as a sex object that I have wanted for most of my life. I’m completely to blame for this because I always exaggerate when writing or talking, as far as what my previous experiences and knowledge of sex have been. I exaggerate myself into a total slut and so the bar itself is set so high that I then get cold feet in person and ruin everything. This is exactly why I want to be completely honest from now on (also to myself).

Guestbook of HornyPotter

AMANINYOURARMS – Nov 2, 2017
I’m a psychoanalyst by profession. I hired HornyPotter in no small part because what he wrote in his profile attracted me easily as much as (if not more than) his looks. The sex with him was certainly difficult due to his admitted behavioral issues and yet very thrilling to me for the same reasons. And I think he made some progress during our session. I would go so far as to say I think we are now “an item.”

Dicksize No entry, No entry
Position Versatile
Kissing No entry
Fucking No entry
Oral No entry
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M No entry
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour ask
Rate night ask

 

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ready2learn, 18
Barcelona

i have what you are looking for….just mine…i have everything you want….whatever you need you can find it inside me…there is nothing else….just inside me….otherwise i’m a closed book.

Guestbook of ready2learn

GWIDO – Nov 7, 2017
Whores come and go
Sex happens
We put it in we pull it out
Whores are what they are
Do not ask
Do not tell
The less we know the better we are
Ignorance is bliss!

Dicksize M, No entry
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty WS only
Fisting Active/Passive
S&M No
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 100 Euros
Rate night 500 Euros

 

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4_bears, 19
Hamburg

I SUCK BEARS

Guestbook of 4_bears

4_bears (Owner) – Nov 7, 2017
I GET FUCKED BY BEARS

BEARFRANK – Nov 6, 2017
beer in his ass, poured inside, fucked while it was in him

4_bears (Owner) – Nov 1, 2017
Bears, YOU EVER BEEN DEEP THROAT GOBBED by a cute boy till you were dripping?

Dicksize No entry, No entry
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
Fucking Bottom only
Oral Versatile
Dirty No
Fisting No
S&M No
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour ask
Rate night ask

 

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AndrogynousFreak, 18
Lyon

Hi, I’m delicious in every way ? and I’m back lol. I left this app originally to pursue a relationship that seemed to be going no where so I decided fuck it ? I’m an androgynous, excruciatingly cute, exotic partying whore with the most extreme lack of any other talent. I’m a makeup artist as well lol but I’m into pretty much everything, I am mainly a eproctophilliac whore ? I love rimming sweaty dirty ass and if you give me your scents full on I can make your darkest fantasies come true so 😉 hmu cause I disappear every now and then I also typically go for guys only over 40 unless there is an acceptation 😉 I am also a small thin twink so after learning the hard way (got my hip dislocated ? ) I don’t really do fat guys.

Dicksize M, Uncut
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
Fucking More bottom
Oral Versatile
Dirty No entry
Fisting No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 90 Euros
Rate night ask

 

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Hungaryboy18, 18
Berlin

Came from Hungary,exact Budapest.2 mouth I here in Berlin.So. ..So. ..like Berlin because here not problem girl face.Hungary beautiful stadt but there dis not possible.I here stay more I do no how time,because I here happy…HUngarian not like. .there so much gay racist…I so much think and I want here forever…Never not think that I’ll be happy…But Now I am happy…..Berlin so good stadt….and I am happy that here have….very so much people.????????????

Guestbook of Hungaryboy18

Anonymous – Oct 30, 2017
I always knew you were voluptuous, I see that you are treated the two of us tonight.
It’s just that this continues. The buttocks must receive it. All praise for this boy. The soul of the boy, cute, buttocks extraaaa.
Tonight was a prime minister tomorrow to see the instant replay!
Try it. Buttocks 10 ++++

happysexaddict – Oct 15, 2017
I studied eschatologists in university, so I was happy to study it again but now the gay way. Further to this, in the last couple of months I have been fucking every twink in Berlin, and I really needed to get rough with one for a change. This boy is perfect for all that. The funny thing is however that despite his dumbass profile, he is an intellectual! Not worthless on that one level at least, guess he will hate me for writing that. I’m amidst using him at his place for a weekend. The entire time he has stayed fatalistic. His wails and cries are a pinnacle of horniness. His apartment is a horny-making mess, but with quite some heavy books, let’s say. Truly loving it so far – might have found my thing.

Dicksize No entry, Cut
Position Versatile
Kissing No entry
Fucking Versatile
Oral Versatile
Dirty No
Fisting No
S&M Soft SM only
Client age No restrictions
Rate hour 200 CHF
Rate night 1200 CHF

 

 

p.s. Hey. ** Chaim Hender, Hi. Cool, I love your thoughts on scaffolding. Ah, I see, about your plans. They’re attractive. Statistics, for sure. Maybe not the same thing, but I have this weird fascination with movie box office stats. Part of me is always waiting for Sunday evening when I can check on how films opened and so on. Which is weird because I’m not all that drawn to see the films, or certainly not based on their popularity. And I’m an anarchist and firmly against hierarchical structures, so the fetish there is all very odd to me. There’s a Brooklynish part of Tel Aviv? See, I had no idea, but why not? I’m not sure when the theater piece is playing there. I’ll ask Gisele. Oh, gosh, I’m not surprised by how one’s fraught imaginative life about someone makes their company more pleasurable. It just seems like the adult equivalent of kids’ beautiful overexcitement about things. I’ve always had this thing where I’ve felt very clear about the boundary between romantic/sexual fantasy and the actualization of those things, so having distinct fantasy and real life relationships with people isn’t painful at all. So I think I’ll understand what you mean. Huh. Very interesting. Thank you for outlaying that. ** Jamie, Jamie! I’ve missed you, man! I’d hoped your absence wasn’t too health related, and of course I’m so sorry that it was. And scaffolding’s injecting you with the will to comment makes yesterday worth all the Googling. Paris is having an earlyish winter, which is lovely by my count. I like what I’ve done on the new script, and now I’m waiting for Zac’s reaction to see if my enthusiasm is warranted. Yes, it’s the beginnings of our script for the intended film about a home haunt. I hope Jonathan cuts you some slack and is fully cognizant about which side the bread is buttered on. Your side. I’m good, working, enjoying the chilly outdoors, having fun enough. Welcome back! May your Wednesday rain confetti on your head and extremities. Forensic love, Dennis. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. In Paris too. My neighborhood is ‘enjoying’ a thorough updating at the moment. It’s Mr. Latouche’s b’day! Everyone, it’s the great John Latouche’s birthday today, and, if you don’t know who I”m talking about, you can rectify that absence by reading, etc. David Ehrenstein blog post about that maestro from this past June, and you can buy Mr. Latouche’s newly published bio, which Mr. E is reviewing at the moment and assures us is ‘sensational’. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. I’ll look at the video, thank you. ** Sypha, Hi, James. Objectification is a severe general problem of that genre, which is why Duvert so stands out and transcends. ** Dóra Grőber, Hi! That could very well be what he meant, yep. I’m hoping to start talking to Zac about the script draft today assuming he’s had time to read it and gather his thoughts. Dominique-Gonzalez Foerster is amazing, and the coolest person. It’s exciting to be collaborating with her. Whoa, that is quite a work schedule. I think you’ll be very happy when Xmas rolls around. I guess just try to learn everything you can from all of that effort for your future life work and endeavors, you know? Yesterday is kind of blank, which must mean I just stayed home mostly and fiddled with stuff. I’m trying to finish a new little literary GIF work, and that took up some of yesterday for sure. How was today, and did you make it through in one lively piece, I hope? ** _Black_Acrylic, I know, right? Serious unlikely presence. ** Jeff J, Howdy, Jeff. Thanks, man, about the post-age. Well, I hope that aggressive construction crew at least has some attractive scaffolding. Yeah, the experiments I do pretty depend on the project I’m trying to approach. I guess I try to reinvent them each time too. Are you doing experiments at the moment? What are they like? On the ‘Crowd’ adjustments, well, I’ll need to see where the piece exactly is at the moment. I wasn’t there for the final two weeks of rehearsals, and it sounds like it was altered a fair amount. In general, it’s about melding the choreographic element with the subtextual character/narrative element such that they have an equal presence in the piece. At least at the point where I last saw the piece, the narrative was kind of stabbing out of the dancing at certain times in such a way that they felt out of place and disrupted the choreography’s abstraction created too much of a sore thumb/melodramatic effect at those moments. Wow, your band! Live! Sounds quite nerve racking, yeah. Be bold. It’ll be videoed, I hope? Great luck with the gig! ** Kylon, Oh, yeah, me too. Scaffolding is strictly a spectator art sport. If I was a hippie, which I’m not, I’d say burn some sage or whatever the fuck in that room. Being me, I say make a short documentary film about it. Melatonin takes a fraction of a second. I think I do the cutting first and then sprinkle a little narrative into it. Characterization is powerful. I just seem to procrastinate about it for some reason. Bonsoir, if need be. ** Misanthrope, I think you’re right. I think, for me, it’ll either be the movie or nothing. Well, ‘his characters get to know each other so well through sheer physicality’ is interesting. Hm. I think I might vaguely remember that 9 years ago guy. You might be onto something with that agenda guess about his odd question. Maybe there’s a perfect riposte you can toss back to him that will fuck with his head gently. ** Nik, Hi, Nik. Yes, it was a very interesting project/assignment to create that under layer. Yes, I was heavily involved in the early rehearsals, and then I would come in for a few days in the later rehearsals to make adjustments. Like me, Gisele’s goal is to have the piece seamlessly convey the narrative undergrowth while remaining an entirely choreographic work. I think it’s entirely possible. The only problem is the scheme was too ambitious for the allotted construction time, so it’s going to have to be finessed while it’s alive rather than when it was private. What’s the work you’re about to begin rehearsals on? What are your hopes and goals at this point? Very happy to share my experiences whenever it’s useful for you. Me too, about those special features. I almost always watch them first. Great, great about the success of your edit with the class. It’s exciting to hear about. Bon day! ** Right. Those of you who keep one eye on calendar have probably predicted the arrival of today’s post. See you tomorrow.

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‘The recent Dorothy Project release Houses of Ravicka is now Gladman’s 13th book, and her fourth about her invented city of Ravicka. Her Ravicka novels are strange and obsessive and in many ways singular. But Gladman also follows in a robust literary tradition of surreal urban creation. In Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities, Marco Polo describes over 50 fictitious cities to emperor Kublai Khan. In Julio Cortázar’s 62: A Model Kit, “The City” feels like Paris, Barcelona, or Oslo as it shifts around its characters. Samuel Delany’s 800-page novel Dhalgren is an extended trip through the Midwest city of Bellona, cut off from the rest of the world by some unknown catastrophe. With Ravicka, Gladman conjures a city in which everything is vivid and nothing is fixed. I often tell people Gladman’s Ravicka books are like The Phantom Tollbooth for adults.

‘In its exploration of language, space, and time, Gladman’s writing achieves an uncanny balance between evocative specifics and hazy uncertainties. The first Ravicka book, Event Factory, features a “linguist-traveler” studying the city and its speech. “Listening to [the Ravickians] was like gathering water without a pail,” the narrator says. “Water gathered around my feet. I tried to capture it with my mind. I asked Dar to hold some. But it was water.” In The Ravickians, the second book, Gladman writes, “The closer I get to the end of a sentence, the less certain I am of its beginning.” In the third book, Ana Patova Crosses a Bridge, the narrator says, “I could write pages and pages without disruption, but if I stopped to think, ‘What is this language and how is it that I know it,’ I could not progress.”’ — Los Angeles Review of Books

 

Renee Gladman’s Site
A visit with Renee Gladman
RENEE GLADMAN’S ‘HOUSES OF RAVICKA’
Language and Landscape: Renee Gladman by Zack Friedman
Buy ‘Houses of Ravicka’

 

Renee Gladman Houses of Ravicka
Dorothy, a Publishing Project

‘Since 2010 writer and artist Renee Gladman has placed fantastic and philosophical stories in the invented city-state of Ravicka, a Ruritanian everyplace with its own gestural language, poetic architecture, and inexplicable physics. As Ravicka has grown, so has Gladman’s project, spilling out from her fiction—Event Factory, The Ravickians, and Ana Patova Crosses a Bridge—into her nonfiction (Calamities) and even visual art (Prose Architectures).

‘The result is a project unlike any other in American letters today, a fictional world that spans not only multiple books but different genres, even different art forms.

‘In Houses of Ravicka, the city’s comptroller, author of Regulating the Book of Regulations, seems to have lost a house. It is not where it’s supposed to be, though an invisible house on the far side of town, which corresponds to the missing house, remains appropriately invisible. Inside the invisible house, a nameless Ravickian considers how she came to the life she is living, and investigates the deep history of Ravicka—that mysterious city-country born of Renee Gladman’s philosophical, funny, audacious, extraordinary imagination.’ — Dorothy, a publishing project

 

Excerpt

I live here, and have done so for at least a decade, and have furnished brightly this spacious top-floor flat of seven rooms, this wall-less, invisible flat, and in all that time, I’ve gotten up, made coffee, dressed, and walked out the door. To leave an invisible structure is just as difficult as returning to one. I’d like to try to explain what it’s like: first, how you leave, and then, how you return. Probably, before all that, I should describe the events that led to my occupying 32 Bravashbinder, events belonging to an even larger system of events and weather that are so in situ it’s hard to gather them. But I do know that if I’m to tell a story about how I live, I’m also to tell about work and sex and how the city breathes, and this requires me to back all the way up to the Barbaras Wall, which long ago used to divide the upper and lower parts of the city on the east side, or back even further up to the emergence of the old city, unfolding, literally, beneath this one — born both of it and before it — and the new laws of motion it introduced into the science of the land (something always changing beneath you changes your chemistry, historians now say). No, perhaps I should begin by saying what it means to see or how measurements occur in time, because first you have to let go of the notion that sights enter the eyes, or merely the eyes. I like to travel far out of the city center, stand in some improbable place, and describe the things obstructed from my view. I try to see them even though they are behind me or are blocked by the buildings of ciut centali, cast in shadows by the trees atop cit Ramtala. You see something by calling its name and doing a pondü with the body. I go to the dirtiest part of the city, the old dilapidated docks, and I dream of the hafshahs; I see the grasses and tij. I stand against the north-side wall of the National Library and press my face into the grooved concrete of its facade and I write a letter about what people are reading inside. I send the letter to the building and try to erase it from my mind: I don’t read, I try to tell myself. Books don’t exist. I’m lying in the woods that run along the a5 with my face against the moist ground, reading the last book. Some hum extends from the city, and the walls of every home creak: a single electrical bend that divides time. Only a third of the residents bear a record of the break, only half of that third had actually heard it, only a third of that half of a third reflected on it, and just a few of these tired, still deeply dreaming souls, a sixteenth of the third of that half of a third, connect this minuscule eruption to those from previous nights and previous residences. I don’t see anything in the ground of the forest, but I hear pages turning in the book. The book, these creaks in the walls of houses, the hum of the city, the lines in the asphalt, have backed me up to the forest, my face against the ground. I was trying to tell you what it means to see a city that itself sees, that looks out of its structures toward some imagined place, some activating force. We have a whole science that says the buildings of Ravicka are on the move — the houses, the buildings — and although the science doesn’t say it’s because the houses see that they move, it’s clear that they move because they see. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be studying the migration of buildings but rather the behavior of some further exterior force. For example, if experts believed the migrations were due to wind or erosion, then we’d be looking more deeply at the properties of wind, the effects of erosion; and perhaps some group is studying one or the other of those things, because the Balsha winds are strong and erosion occurs wherever there is ground; but when it comes to what sets a house in motion, science seems to look primarily at the subjectivity of houses, not going so far as to say they have psychology but definitely allowing for instinct or bewilderment. Houses have creaked for a long time. Long before the first house got up and walked off, the walls of houses creaked, and not just in Ravicka. Nearly every ghostly tale has something that creaks. Wouldn’t it be logical to argue this as the first evidence of buildings seeing? As I said earlier, seeing does not extend foremost from the eyes. I get my face dirty in the forest, but I don’t come here when it rains. I don’t want any trouble with drowning or suffocating; I want to lie down and see what’s happening on my street. Understanding what’s happening in the houses that surround my house — noting the schedules people keep, which neighbors commingle, which keep to themselves, what books they read, whether or not they work, what the clocks on their walls say — helps me to define my own house, to give it shape, to know how to enter it today. To be clear, though, 32 Bravashbinder is not in motion. That is not one of its characteristics. It’s not off somewhere touring the city or the outskirts wreaking havoc on stationary structures; despite its invisibility, it is not a mystery. It doesn’t go on Brunza’s list; people are not talking about it behind closed doors. No. 32 bears the condition of many other houses in Ravicka; it exists on a degree nth parallel to some other house, usually on the opposite side of the city, and, for reasons laid out in The Book of Regulations — oblique to a layman like me — that other house relies on the invisibility of these houses in order to exist. But how do you know the place where you live is invisible, and how did you come to live there? It’s not only visitors from faraway countries who ask me these questions; some of my friends from the oldest families in Ravicka grow flustered when it comes to the question of Rah’s houses, many setting themselves up in the heavier homes (granite walls, deep foundations), hoping to stay grounded. However, I would argue: for any one house to be in motion every other house must be as well. It would be different were this open country, where miles separated one living structure from another; in that scenario, houses could do whatever they wanted — probably for centuries — before any other house knew about it. And that would be an entirely different science we’d be crafting, having no need to take propinquity into account. However, except for the forest, the grasses, and the outskirts, this is a densely built city; even bodies alter environments when they move through them. And for a long time, we seemed to understand how to read these changes. We knew how to adjust our thinking when we came upon a protest at the city’s center, a crowd of bodies standing in a U formation or bodies in a moving, furious cluster, pushing toward a gate or a door, a stage. There is a pareis for throngs; there’s a pareis for one body sprinting through the train station; a pareis for an excited family running up or down steps toward a park or carnival; a pareis for a couple in a fight, where one of the two storms away, or where they both storm away but in opposite directions; a pareis for when they make up and embrace and stay still for an hour (though stillness is another kind of movement; it affects the ground, even if not the wind). Most Ravickians are excited when the environment changes. The more awkward the situation one is observing, the more elaborate the response; but also, the more subtle its performance, the more public. Many people who seem to be in motion are most likely just in the middle of a response to something else. It’s hard to know: somehow the elders didn’t account for this. We exist in a society of complex gestures, all running along their own time; we are all interrupting, witnessing, performing simultaneously, and this was much easier to accept and discern when it was believed that all of our movement happened upon an unmoving ground, when it was believed that the ground itself was a dense impaction of dirt and sediment, when we didn’t think about the ground. Now as I move along the streets of Ravicka I think how odd it must have been to have this sort of geographic numbness I’m talking about, where your sense of the planet is on one hand a picture of a green and blue sphere rotating in a lonely vast darkness and on the other hand that indisputable flat, one-dimensional ground upon which we built our houses or took off in our planes. We have always acted as if we understood the space between the ground and sky, because this is primarily where we place our bodies, this was our living space, where we could most understand breath and language and light and contour. Someone at some point in our history said it was safe to walk across the ground, to walk without thinking about the ground; we were free to study the sky, to figure out how to build in empty space; birds were our mentors. We laughed at things that burrowed underground; we left them to the dark. Our understanding of space became implicit, complex, ornate, but always extending from the body, which began at our feet or at our crown and returned to the body. We would have sworn the environment was complete — not quite closed or sealed but unchanging enough that we all had access to the pattern: we shared memory, language; in the depths of our homes we shared our bodies; we touched our breasts to one another, we pulled our limbs through, we drank each other’s fluids. Living comprised all these movements, all these collectivities, and while it seemed to be transpiring on top of a silent, crystallized ground, among glued-down props, you could drop your books while you were running for the bus and I could jump back twice, then slowly forward in a somer­sault, and grab a leaf from a tree and a rock from my pocket (hand you the book you neglected to retrieve, the one under the tire of the parked car), and if we walked away from this scene without exchanging names or other means of contact, it would have seemed strange but not conspiratorial. I would have made a small notation later in my notebook, and that would have been the day. But the ground opened or lifted, and an ancient city began to carve itself beneath us, talking to our structures, setting them in motion — a city most of us can’t reach. I have never seen the door, which awaits the traveler many kilometers underground, nor have I found the vaunted gate at the bottom of the stairs inside Shadow of Courts Park. I have read about these portals in Amini novels; I’ve seen them drawn and mapped out and passed around at the Cartographer’s café, but I don’t know whether these stories and maps actually lead to the ancient city or whether they merely take one along the elaborate roads and sentences of fiction.

 

This Side of Real: Renee Gladman’s New Narrative

Renee Gladman @ Small Press Traffic

Renee Gladman at Georgetown University

 

 

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‘— Last year I went to see Peter Hook, the bass player from Joy Division/New Order, perform their debut album Unknown Pleasures at the Henry Fonda Theatre. I was with my friend Stephanie. We got tickets without thinking too much about it. As the event drew closer, it became obvious that it was terrible idea. Still, I was hopeful that Hook and his band could somehow pull it off. Maybe he knows what he’s doing and this isn’t just a way to make some quick cash now that he’s left New Order.

‘The place is packed. Old and young people, couples with kids are standing around waiting for the show to start. A transmission of knowledge. We sit at a booth and exchange trivia about Joy Division with a couple, while a documentary retracing the band’s career is projected on stage. The show finally starts and after hearing the first song, we completely lose hope. Stephanie leaves during the third song to go to our friend Heather’s Christmas party. She wants to buy a t-shirt but I convince her not to. I promise her that I’ll make her one. I think about the band’s off-grooves etchings and describe them to her. The one on Still, released after Ian Curtis’s suicide, says, “The chicken won’t stop” and “The chicken stops here.” The chicken tracks across the grooves on the opposite side would make a cool t-shirt. They reference the ending of Werner Herzog’s 1977 movie, Stroszek, where the character played by Bruno S., a street musician, leaves Berlin for the US, to escape the constant bullying his girlfriend’s ex-pimp subjects him to. After his trailer gets repossessed, and an absurd attempt to rob a bank, he ends up committing suicide. The film ends with a sequence showing a chicken dancing. Presumably this is the last movie Curtis, who was a fan of Herzog’s, saw on the BBC the night he hanged himself. All of this, and pretty much everything else, is common knowledge now, and features in the film’s Wikipedia page.

‘I walk upstairs to smoke a cigarette. I am vaguely hopeless but not angry as I gaze dreamily at Hollywood Boulevard. I think about what Joy Division meant to me then, what the sound signified and triggered. A floating atmosphere of defeat. Things that would unfold later, once I’d patiently deciphered the clues and researched the influences contained in the records. The two news stories I remember most from that time: the Tenerife Airport disaster in ’77, the deadliest accident in history and so close to Morocco. Jim Jones’s Guyana cult suicide on the cover of Paris Match in December ’78, a green-tinted black and white photo of bodies face-down on the ground. Leaders of men, made a promise for a new life.’ — Hedi El Kholti

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Hedi El Kholti @ Semiotext(e)
An Interview with Hedi El Kholti
HOLD UP TO THE LIGHT
theotherhedi @ instagram
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Hedi El Kholti A Place In The Sun
Hesse Press

‘”A childhood game. Too many blank spaces and unsupervised hours. There was an history, with nebulous trajectories to decipher, trivial facts to memorize, a multitude of characters and a narrative that would open up a world of possibilities and teach me how to live.

‘Divide, displace, itemize, everything has to go, 20 years of accumulated magazines and this absurd desire to consume it all, to let nothing escape, and encapsulate all of it in a final embrace.”

‘Hedi El Kholti’s A PLACE IN THE SUN is composed of more than 60 collage works, selected from hundreds of pieces produced over the last 12 years. Accompanied by El Kholti’s original texts, these works have previously circulated in limited-edition, print-only ‘zine form. His images—culled from alternative cinema and art magazines, cult tracts, gay porn and slasher movies—evoke states of ecstasy, isolation, liberation and horror, often simultaneously.

‘Hedi El Kholti is a co-editor of Semiotexte, and the founder and publisher of Animal Shelter, an occasional journal of art, sex and literature.’ — Hesse Press

 

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Otis MFA Graphic Design Lecture: Hedi el Kholti

Waiting for Brainard (Trailer)

Semiotext(e) at the Whitney Biennial

 

 

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‘Andrew Durbin writes prose with narcoleptic tendencies, his sentences like sleepers suddenly jerking awake. In his new novel, MacArthur Park, Durbin’s protagonist Nick Fowler, a young poet who occasionally writes about art and is also working on a book, is trying to recall the details of a hookup. He knows he made out with a boy to the backdrop of a rising sun; it might have been snowing. Durbin writes, “All winter I kept thinking that it was snowing, though it was often too warm to stick or seemingly too cold to snow, and so the silver-gray clouds, like the underbellies of fish, kept their close, mindful distance, always refusing to break out of their steady overhead stream into an event. The weather did not like to make itself understood.” But Durbin does. His character’s interiors are well-lit, even during blackouts.

‘The book Fowler is writing, loosely, throughout MacArthur Park, is about weather. At the onset of the novel, he survives Hurricane Sandy while housesitting for an art collector in New York City’s West Village. The relative privilege of his circumstance becomes a smudge on his memory; he no longer trusts how people, including himself, recall disaster. When asked at a dinner party about his writing, he remembers the “Untitled book thing” folder on his computer, where he postulates that his “sense of weather had enlarged to include the turbulent atmosphere of human events, the ways in which we face or avoid crisis, the ways we skid toward crisis, helplessly, together and alone.”

‘Together and alone are jarring modes of MacArthur Park, breaking down the sometimes intimidating integration of making art and making the party. Durbin’s writing doesn’t assume the position of being above any of his peripheral characters, except maybe as a drone, scanning their expressions for “the cheerful daze of a member of a cult.” A writer should write, he doesn’t exactly argue. He seems to understand when others make a case for “not-making-art,” but he just can’t help himself from expressing himself in writing. The proliferation of his words become an argument unto themselves.’ — Thora Siemsen

 

Andrew Durbin’s Site
TALKING DISCO AND THE DISASTER IMAGINARY WITH ANDREW DURBIN
Stormy Weather: on Andrew Durbin’s ‘MacArthur Park’
Andrew Durbin & Lucy Ives Discuss the Poet’s Novel
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Andrew Durbin MacArthur Park
Nightboat Books

‘Andrew Durbin’s debut novel asks what it means to belong to a place, an idea, and a time, even as those things begin to slip away.

‘After Hurricane Sandy, Nick Fowler, a writer, stranded alone in a Manhattan apartment without power, begins to contemplate disaster. Months later, at an artist residency in upstate New York, Nick finds his subject in disaster itself and the communities shaped by it, where crisis animates both hope and denial, unacknowledged pasts and potential futures. As he travels to Los Angeles and London on assignment, Nick discovers that outsiders—their lives and histories disturbed by sex, loss, and bad weather—are often better understood by what they have hidden from the world than what they have revealed.’ — Nightboat Books

 

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In 1853, William Money, a mystic from NewYork who claimed Jesus had cornered him in a Manhattan alley and told him to cross the West for Los Angeles, arrived in southern California to save the world. A self-proclaimed healer and scientist, Money wrote many books about the medical and scientific fields he claimed to be an expert in, including the first book about LA to be written in English. He made maps: “William Money’s Discovery of the Ocean,” which he completed at the end of his life, revealed that San Francisco—a city he deeply hated after locals rejected his faith healing practices and he was hauled out of town—sat precariously on top of a secret ocean. He moonlighted as an astronomer and a prophet of the weather. He founded the Reformed New Testament Church of the Faith of Jesus Christ and was nicknamed Bishop Money, Doctor Money, and Professor Money. He healed thousands in the city before voluntarily retreating into the desert to found a spiritual commune of octagonal buildings called The Moneyan Institute, where he later died with an image of the Virgin over his head and a skeleton etched into his footboard. In dying he was said to have placed a curse on the city for refusing to publish his map of California’s secret underground ocean and predicted that Los Angeles would meet the same fate as San Francisco and fall into the sea. Neither have yet, but Money’s prophecy sparked an imaginary of disaster that continues to destroy the city anyway: early to recent fiction, films, video games have all traded in on the moody suspicion that the land is cursed, sourcing the city’s geological, climactic, and social precarity—and the anxiety it produces—to provide images of destruction and demolition for the visual discourse of the city’s dystopian present and future.

Recast as an amoral city in the early noir of the 1920s, Angelino writers quickly scripted the destruction of LA in their forecasts for its future, notably in Homer Lea’s Valor of Ignornace (1909), a racist vision of a Japanese invasion of LA; and Myron Brinig’s Flutter of an Eyelid (1933), a novel about Christian fanatics and an earthquake that destroys the city—apocalyptic tropes that were taken up and expanded in disaster films, including War of the Worlds (1953), Earthquake (1974), Escape from LA (1996), and San Andreas (2015), a film that imagines a spectacularly violent earthquake,“The Big One,” that not only annihilates the West Coast, but much of the country. In it, the Rock, one of the stars of the film, rescues as many people as possible while Los Angeles and San Francisco are destroyed around him, the concrete, wood and steel dissolving into piles of dust before the viewers while the continental shelf transforms below into an unstoppable serial killer.

In a survey of fictional and film accounts of the annihilation of LA in the 20th century, Mike Davis enumerates the modes of its demise: by nuclear weapons (49 times), earthquakes (28), hordes/invasion (10), monsters (10), pollution (7), gangs/ terrorism (6), floods (6), plagues (6), comets/tsunami (5), cults (3), volcanoes (2), firestorms (2), drought (1), blizzard (1), devil (1), freeway (1), riot (1), fog (1), slide (1), Bermuda grass (1), global warming (1), sandstorm (1), and everything (1). In destroying the city, Hollywood ups literature’s speculative ante in additionally imagining the destruction of itself, presenting the fantasy as one of national tragedy—and cathartic fantasy (for the display of male bravery)—while covertly inviting us to imagine a world without the studio system that manufactured this work in the first place. If LA goes, Hollywood goes. Disaster films about LA (all great disaster films are about LA) are the entertainment that imagines a spectacular end to itself, a totalizing destruction of not only a place but of the medium, outsizing the U.S.’s doomsy anxiety about its future in the post-war to include one if its most popular industries.

In Myron Brinig’s Flutter of an Eyelid (1933), one of the first novels to imagine the city’s obliteration, everything goes to hell, beginning with the arrival of a woman named Angela Flower. Flower opens a church called The Ten Million Dollar Heavenly Temple, a loose disguise for the activities of Christian activist and mystic Aimee Semple McPherson, an evangelist and media personality who founded the Angelus Temple in Echo Park (its actual price tag was 1.5 million, not 10) in 1923 and who radioed to thousands her fiery and stupefying sermons. (Louis Adamic referred to her believers as “the undead.”) In Brinig’s novel, Angela finds and fucks a blond Jesus, later using him to brainwash the city.Angela invites Jesus’believers toVenice Beach to behold the miracle of him walking on water. He does so, hovering slightly over the ocean before thousands of onlookers, for a few seconds, after which he sinks below the waves and his body disappears (all of LA is structured from a series of disappearances), leading his shocked and now suicidal followers to fling themselves into the water with him, where they too drown at the moment a massive earthquake destroys the city, shaking it off into the Pacific. (William Money’s curse returns.) In reality, McPherson staged her own kidnapping on Venice Beach and was later found to be hiding out in Arizona. She returned to LA under pressure form the local press and almost immediately regained the following she’d nearly lost.Angelinos greeted her a hero. A parade in her honor drew 50,000 people. The city wasn’t convinced and took her to court for fraud. Trial coverage soured her believers and she became a laughing stock. Off the hook, she left for a new life back east, a laughing stock, though the case was dismissed.

Brinig initiated a kind of disaster literature that specified Los Angeles as a teetering platform for a city of fanatics, communalized and self-organized into delusional and profiteering cults. Coincidentally, when Brinig’s novel went to print, an earthquake struck Long Beach and the southern parts of LA, actualizing the cheap novel’s ending and seemingly assuring Money’s curse was real. Rumors spread east of the city’s destruction; the disaster imaginary had entered national consciousness. LA wasn’t safe; everyone knew it. By the 1930s, suicide rates climbed high over the national average and sat there. In his 1931 essay “The Jumping-Off Place,” Edmund Wilson ascribed the trend to the region’s communalized eccentricities.

 

Poetry will be made by all! Andrew Durbin

Andrew Durbin @ LUMA Foundation

The Side Dish #23 Featuring Andrew Durbin

 

 

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‘Barrett Busto headed down the road towards home with two buckets full of salmon in the back of his truck as noon washed over the quiet valley of Wasilla. He had been fishing since he was a boy. Now, as an old man, he owned a bait and tackle shop in Anchorage. He was the widow of a content but childless marriage, his wife now ten years dead. Busto was nearing seventy and word had somehow reached him that the neighbors, and even his customers at the shop, thought he was losing his mind. Damn them to hell, he thought. What did they know?

‘He flicked through the radio channels as he drove on; the receiver gave him nothing but fuzz. Over the dissonant static, he heard a clear and heavy sound ring out like thunder. Moments later he heard the whir of a plane overhead. When he looked up and saw the plane cutting through the sky, he identified it as belonging to a prominent local politician named Stella Peyton. Hunting wolves is a hobby of hers. The revised law stated that aerial hunters had to chase down the wolf with the plane to the point of exhaustion, before shooting it from the ground. Not Stella Peyton though. As a state employee she was granted special provisions that allowed her to shoot it from the plane. She never even had to look it in the eye.

‘Barrett Busto never saw the sense in hunting wolves. When the wolf population was at its peak a century ago and a possible threat to other wildlife as well as dogs or livestock, the practice might have been justified in some eyes. Now though, with the creature just rising up from near extinction because of such killing, what point was there? Now that the animal had been forced into small isolated populations on the part of human expansion into their territories?

‘A pelt to hang by a mantle piece.

‘A righteous extermination of some symbolic evil. Something that is primitive and heathen and ungodly.

‘Maybe Stella Peyton being a steadfast fundamentalist played into her justification of this supposed sport.’ — Douglas Payne

 

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‘Birdsong’, by Douglas Payne
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Douglas Payne Salted Rook
Chest-O-Drawers Press

‘Douglas Payne’s debut chapbook is a work that navigates with unflinching grace the graveled and beautiful landscapes of memory marked by apostasy, pain, intoxication, lust, and loss.

‘Douglas Payne’s poems and stories have appeared in journals and anthologies, including Muck and Muse, Shot Glass Journal, The Far East: Everything Just As It Is, A Year in Ink Vol. 5, and others. Payne is a San Diego native and an alumnus of Grossmont College’s Creative Writing Program. Salted Rook was selected in 2016 as the Grand Prize Winner of the Grossmont College “First Book” competition.’ — Chest-O-Drawers Press

 

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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. I was very happy to do so. Oh, you and I both forgot that I restored/reposted your LaTouche post this past June. But I did restore your ‘Eyes Wide Schnitzler’ post, and it’ll be up later this week. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. It’s obviously very popular these days to decide rumors are facts. It’s a plague. I’m glad to hear everything went so well and interestingly in the meeting with your actor. I’m half-suspicious, half-open mindedly curious about the Dahmer film. ** Armando, Hi. Happy to add my happy birthday to Mr. Caprio. He used to live a block away from me in LA before he got huge and could afford a mansion, and I bumped into and talked to him a bunch of times back then. Nice fella. ** Chaim Hender, Hi! I remember Corey Heiferman, yes, hello again! What a great Wes Anderson encounter story. That’s how I imagine he would be precisely. And his enchantment ‘by slight differences in decor between miniatures’, etc. is exactly why I would so love have a long tete-a-tete with him. Thanks so much for sharing that. Wow, you’re just recently relocated. I’m guessing you knew Tel Aviv before you settled there? One of Gisele Vienne’s and my theater works, ‘Kindertotenlieder’ is going to play there next year, although I don’t think my coming along is in the budget, unfortunately. You know, I don’t remember there being many frustrations upon relocating in Paris apart from the difficulties back when I didn’t understand any French. But the joy of newly living here was considerable, and I haven’t lost that joy years later. I’ve been really productive ever since I moved here, and I think I’ve been doing my best ever work, which must have something to do with the magic and foreignness of my surroundings. So, yeah, no real issues or warnings to you that I can think of. What are you experiencing there so far? You sound happy and inspired, awesome. ** Dóra Grőber, Hi! I’m still tinkering with the film script, but I think I’ll be able to show it to Zac tomorrow maybe. I’m drafting up a rough script for the first, oh, 1/3 to 1/2 of the film. After that, there are just notes and ideas about what I think should happen. I’m really into what I’m writing. We’ll see what Zac thinks. I’m sure there’ll be a lot of revisions and things he wants to do. The concert I went to was by this French/Argentinian artist whose work I love, Dominique-Gonzalez Foerster, who’s designing the set for the future opera project I’m working on with Gisele and her and Zac. Part of her work is performative. She does these very elaborate physical makeovers to become a different person, often well known (Edgar Allan Poe, Queen Victoria, others), and completely unrecognizable as herself. For the concert, which was at Club Silencio, she became this strange 80’s style New Wave rock singer who deliberately looked like ‘Priss’ from the original Blade Runner, and she sang these very witty, parodic, deconstructive 80s New Wave songs she wrote. It was wonderful. And the guitarist in her band was the great Arto Lindsay, one of the architects of No Wave, and just a genius, master guitar player. Your day off sounds quite like just what you needed and deserved. I hope you feel refreshed today as you head back to work. How was everything? ** _Black_Acrylic, Howdy, Ben. Super that the ‘mini’ karaoke event went down gang busters. But, ack, shit, about you not getting that funding. Damn. What are your other options? I’ve never crowdfunded, and it seems like a hassle, but I guess it works, especially in a situation like yours where the needed funds won’t be too large? I don’t know. Sorry. ** Nik, Hey, man! Oh, there’s no dialogue in ‘Crowd’. It’s a non-verbal dance piece. 15 young people enter a warehouse where there’s a rave/dance party, they ‘dance’ until the rave ends, and they leave. What I did was create specific characters for each dancer and narratives for each one that causes them to interact with each other during the piece as their characters. When we were making the piece, we worked on that first until they knew their characters and narratives very well, and then Gisele choreographed the piece using the characters and storylines as a structure to build around. The characters and stories are there and visible/buried to different degrees, but everything is presented through movement. I’m a video game nut, but I’ve had to forcibly keep away from them for too long now because they swallow me, and I’m too busy right now. It sucks. What you say about your editing process makes total sense, yes. I’m totally interested to hear anything about the work that you want to share. I’m a real process junkie. I hope you have a good week too! ** Bill, Hi, pal. Oh, gosh, no sweat on the post. I’m just thrilled that you’re doing it. Thank you! I don’t know Mariana Enriquez’s work. It looks good. I’ll go look for her stories. ** Misanthrope, George, morning. Oh, well, I guess it’s technically possible that writer knows my stuff. Huh. I’ll see if I can come across that book in store here, and, if I do, I’ll at least flip through it and check the prose. Laid back weekend, nice. Mine was good. Working on the film script. Seeing pals. Concert (see: above). Hit a book fair. Ate delicious shit. A-okay. ** Keaton, Move your furniture around or something. That can weirdly help. I’m in a flowing creativity moment too. Awesome. High as a kite or thereabouts. Manly, ha ha, gotcha. I think ‘Golden Fruits’ is by Sarraute. Salut a toi! ** Sypha, A kind of horrible guy I used to know who was gay but had a girlfriend told me he got into having sex with her by imagining her breasts were a butt with two big pimples on it. Eek. I had a post about C.J. Bradbury Robinson? I don’t remember that at all. Assuming you’re right, it must have been a post I made as a way to start investigating his stuff or something. I don’t think I’ve read him, or else I’m blanking out. Huh. I’ll check. Thanks, James. ** Okay. Should you need something new to read, I recommend those books up above as possibilities. See you tomorrow.