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The Story of Mr. Hands

Betiality porn is apparently legal in the US. There are bestiality photos and videos all over the Net. You can go look at them if you wish, but it’s pretty messed up stuff.

Yes, the video is called Mr. Hands, and in that video, you can indeed see this idiot getting fucked in the ass by a horse. The same act that you see on that video ended up killing him hours later. Perforated rectum I think.

I don’t like to rejoice after deaths too much, and I won’t rejoice over his, but I don’t really care that this idiot died. I don’t care when fools do stupid things and die. I don’t care when idiots jump out of airplanes and die. I don’t care when morons climb 20,000+ foot mountains in Alaska or Tibet.

A movie called Zoo was made about his story. It’s excellent, I cannot recommend it highly enough.

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“Child Pornography” on the Darknet

You may have heard that the FBI has people dedicated to infiltrating the Dark Web. They won’t get very far.

The FBI got into one of the invite only child pornography (CP) sites by accident somehow and, they busted the guy who ran it and his clientele. But that’s it. They have not cracked anything else.

It’s hardly crackable anyway. No one knows who anyone is down there, and there’s no way to find out who anyone is. If a cop or anyone for that matter is wandering around down there, mostly what you are going to see is a lot of weird closed doors to sketchy websites. Everything requires an invite or a password. It’s like walking through a huge hotel where all the doors are locked and there are cryptic, possibly sleazy but hard to figure out labels on the doors.

There are all sorts of weird, creepy, and sleazy sites down there, but the hard cold illegal stuff like child pornography is typically invite-only. And I guess the cops are not going to get an invite. One of the largest child porn sites down there is run by a woman who got molested as a girl and apparently liked it and turned into a child molester or child porn fan herself. She runs it with her husband. No one seems to know who she is, and there doesn’t seem to be any way to find out.

I believe 60% of the Dark Net is CP. Ugly place.

I have never been to the Darknet, and I don’t go looking for real CP on the web. I have friends who have seen it on the chans where it gets posted sometimes, and they told me it is awful stuff, so bad that once you see it, you never want to see it again.

CP barely exists on the real web, and your chances of stumbling across it accidentally are vanishingly small, but that depends very much on how you define your “CP.” There are nine different levels of “CP,” and the top 3-4 levels are more or less legal and are actually not even considered CP.

I am talking about photos of nudist camps where people of all ages, including kids, are walking about naked. There are nudist and nudist camp sites all over the Internet, and you can see naked human beings of all ages on those sites walking about in the woods, sitting on the beach, etc. Remember, nudity is not necessarily child pornography. There has to be some sort of focus on the genitalia or lascivious display of the genitalia.

The stuff with little girls (under 13) is basically impossible to get to on the normal web if it even exists at all anymore (it’s probably all gone Darknet). The stuff with puberty aged girls with adult-like bodies posing lasciviously is accessible on the normal Net but extremely hard to find, and you really have to know where to go looking for it and know what you are doing to find it on more or less “hidden” websites. It’s also dead illegal, and I would not go looking for that stuff if I were you.

I have been told that there are are photos of naked teenage girls posed and even having hardcore sex all over the Net. Teenage girls have quite a bit of their own posed nude stuff out there. They post their nudes or porn pics to their personal social media pages like Twitter. There are definitely Russian sites where that post a lot of underage  teenage girls. They’re mostly standing in front of a mirror, standing in their bedroom or by the pool, and playing at the beach. Those sites are quite hard to find and are quite hidden and not marked well. Nevertheless, I am pretty sure that all of the photos described above are legal anyway. But most people are so afraid that it might be illegal that no one in the US wants to post it.

If it looks like she could be 18, there’s no way to find out if she is or not.

I am also told that there is a lot of hardcore porn with underage teenage girls all over the Internet, but I’ve hardly seen any myself other than one famous one by the Bang Brothers that has millions of views by now. She’s 15, but you watch that video, and she doesn’t look 1% different from the legal 18 year olds out there. Nothing’s going to happen if you watch it because LE would have to put millions of men in jail or prison by now.

Hardcore porn with underage teenage girls, although reportedly common, is very hard to find for real though because you are never sure if she’s really underage unless someone tells you. Almost no hardcore porn on the Net actually says it’s an underage girl, and the rare stuff that is might just be marked “16 years old” just try to draw in viewers looking for taboo stuff, and it might not even be illegal. Might be an 18 year old girl with a “16 years old” tag on it to draw in viewers.

What there is instead is a ton of porn out there with young looking teenage girls saying generally saying “18” on it, and Lord knows if the girls are 18 or not. They always look like they could be 18. Unless they know who she is or she could not possibly be 18, LE has no idea if it’s even “CP,” so it stays up.

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The Likable Homophobe: Are You One, and What Do You Tell People When You Choose Not to Spend Time with a Someone Because of Their Homosexuality?

Answered on Quora:

I believe that almost all straight men are homophobic on a certain level – and that level is that they hate homosexuality and especially the idea of doing it themselves. Dirty little secret – most straight men are completely straight in part because they think that engaging in homosexual acts is the worst thing on Earth, and this is why they don’t engage in them.

There is a problem when you say that engaging in homosexual acts is just fine. Now the question comes up, “Well, why don’t you do it, then?” And the ugly truth is that most straight men find that idea so horrific that they would rather die than do that. A number of straight men have told me that they would rather take a bullet than engage in a homosexual act. That’s how severe the revulsion is.

Now the question becomes if we think this type of sex is the worst thing on Earth, how can we accept it in other people? This is a bind, but many straight men solve the bind by saying that gay men cannot help being gay, so it’s therefore immoral to hate them. Others somehow say that it’s the worst thing on Earth for them to do it, but it’s ok if those gay guys want to do it.

As you can see, it is difficult for straight men to reconcile their extreme revulsion for gay sex with somehow managing to accept biological gay men for what they are.

The source of a lot of homophobia is simply this rooted in this very revulsion. This seems more common than religious objections from guys I have known.

And it is a problem once you say gay sex is fine. I assure that once a lot of straight men say there’s nothing wrong with gay sex (as we are supposed to think nowadays) that you are going to see a lot more opportunistic and recreational bisexuality among basically straight men. And my anecdotal evidence is that we are seeing just that right now.

It’s a bind. On the one hand, the revulsion causes a lot of homophobia, but on the other hand, once you say there’s nothing wrong with it, I assure you that a lot more guys will start doing it. There’s bad outcomes either way in my opinion.

The likable homophobe would be someone whose homophobia is simply limited to a desire not to associate or deal with gay men. If that’s the total extent of your homophobia, I don’t see the problem. Nobody has to associate or deal with anyone. Our associations are our personal choice and in a free society, everyone has a moral right to associate with whoever they wish.

In fact, I do not associate or even deal much with gay men myself. I don’t hate what they do if they can’t help it. On the other hand, I have had a lifetime of bad experiences with gay men, and I simply do not wish to deal with them anymore. Can someone tell me why this is wrong?

However, I have supported gay rights for decades and even endured accusations of being gay for supporting gay rights. To this day, I support a lot of gay political causes, and I am on the mailing list for gay political organizations. And I do participate in a lot of their campaigns.

In summary, if the total extent of your homophobia is not wishing to associate with gay men, I would say your homophobia is basically nothing and that level of mild homophobia indeed qualifies as a “likable homophobe.”

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Repost: Are Oriental Massage Girls Safe?

This post ran a long time ago too, but I sold some ads on this one too, so I thought I would rerun it. Great post for any male commenters who like to purchase their sex.

BX Monger writes:

You missed out and should have boned her good. Most of these MP babes are cleaner than the avg chick you may meet in a bar and bang. Some of the older MP babes that only do handjobs will put out on occasion, and it’s the tightest p*ssy on earth. 40 yo single Korean babe with no kids and rare romp occasionally likes being ravaged!

I don’t discuss my own experiences on there, but from talking to my friends, those Asian massage parlor chicks in the US ain’t got a damned thing. I have friends who used to go to those places all the time. They told me they never caught a damned thing.

Talking to numerous men over a period of years:

No cases of:

Gonorrhea
Chlamydia
Genital warts
Herpes 2
Syphilis
HIV
Trichomomas

Not one single case.

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Masculinity and Gay Men: My, What a Tangled Web We Weave

Matt: I am not sure your assessment of homosexuals on the whole is accurate. Most gay guys are not insane ultra left cultural radicals, and most of them like to partner with guys they perceive of as masculine and to view themselves as masculine. To be fair, every gay guy I’ve ever met deviates from conventional masculinity in some way, even if only subtly. But they believe in it.

Blatantly effeminate gay guys complain constantly about being discriminated against by the “straight acting” gay guys whom they too desire. I wonder if the culturally leftist/radical gay guys are not similar to the stereotypical feminist, in that most of those they would desire as partners find them off-putting and unattractive, and they’re angry and frustrated about it.

Most gay men* are effeminate. I would estimate 70-75% of them are at least a little bit effeminate in a way that almost no straight men are. Most want a masc guy though. They hate masculinity, but they want to get fucked by a big mean Daddy bear.

Go on Queera, I mean Quora. They’re all Cultural Left types on there. Plus Gay Politics itself is Cultural Left to the extreme, and how many gays are not into gay politics? I know there are some, but how many? The ones on Quora hate masculinity and extoll effeminacy all the while denying that gay men are effeminate – the typical crazy talk of Gay Politics, almost nothing of which makes any sense at all.

Do most gay men see themselves as masculine? Very good question.

  • You realize that 75% of sissy boys in childhood grow up gay, right?
  • You realize that 7% of gay men identify as trans now, right?
  • You realize that a lot of gay men now identify as nonbinary, right?
  • You realize that 100% of genderqueer types and the 132 genders are homosexuals, right? There are no straight nonbinary people. No such thing.
  • You realize that gays have declared war on gender and have wanted to get rid of that concept from day one, right? I wonder why?
  • You realize they call themselves two-spirit people and the Third Sex, right? Gee I wonder what that means?

Yes, effeminate men do complain about discrimination and I have met gay men who told me, “I don’t like sissies,” and things like that.

However, you make a good point.

  • If they hate masculinity so much, why do they desire masculine partners (tops, basically)?
  • Why are there hordes of submissive sub gay men looking for a mean Daddy dom to put them in their place?
  • Why do so many gay men take pride in being straight-acting?. I have told a couple of gay guys recently, “Hey you’re pretty straight acting, you know that?” And they all thanked me when I said that.

*I don’t mind men who are biologically gay. However, any guy who is choosing to engage in that behavior as a lifestyle (and there are a lot), well, I just don’t approve. I can’t hate them because the Hate Databases in my head are full of more worthy opponents, but they sure are making a stupid decision. My attitude about men engaging in homosexuality by choice is, “What if everyone did that?” I had one friend who started doing that, and I kept associating with him for a bit, and then I got rid of him once and for all. If you want I can write a post on why a continuing friendship with that guy after he went full bisexual would have been a complete nightmare.

I don’t care that biologically gay men are effeminate. Maybe whatever caused the homosexuality is causing the effeminacy. Anyway, they enjoy acting this way. It seems to all be part of the Gay Syndrome.

However, other than that, I despise effeminate or even wimpy behavior in men. Of course I have been guilty of this a few times in my life, but those were mistakes I hope to have stopped doing. The very idea of me acting effeminate is awful and of me acting wimpy is disgusting, and anyone accusing me of effeminacy or even wimpiness just insulted me in a huge way. I live in the hood. Around here, you accuse a man of being gay or even acting gay and you might just get hit. People feel pretty strongly about that stuff around here.

 

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Masculinity As Performance Art

I think if gay men acted masculine, a lot more of us straight guys would like them, but on the other hand, it would be very hard to tell us from them, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. I think a lot of what we don’t like about gay men is the non-masculine behavior. I would think that a hypermasculine gay man, even around these parts, might even be accepted as long as he shut up about his sexual orientation. He’d be “one of the boys,” albeit with some weird sex stuff going on, but I think a lot might forgive him.

Masculinity in the US is mostly about performance art anyway. It’s about walking the walk and talking the talk. You do that and you’re masculine, pretty much. If you are not masculine in some other way(s), they will blow it off as long as you do the display properly. Anyway, most men who go through the trouble of acting overtly masculine usually think of themselves as masculine and try to act that way in quite a few other ways too.

And in a sense, if you think you’re masculine, you’re masculine. I said that to my father once and he got very angry. I had another friend who derided guys who were “trying to be men.” But the whole concept is stupid. If you’re trying to be a man/masculine, then you are a man/masculine. That’s because masculinity is performance and if you are attempting the performance, you are no doubt performing it.

That’s because any man who thinks he’s masculine is going to act masculine, de facto. No one thinks they are masculine and then acts unmasculine. I’ve known quite a few unmasculine straight guys (some of whom were notorious womanizers) and they openly admitted that they were not masculine men. It tended to cause problems with their girlfriends too, of course.

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Masculinity Studies, Yet another Abomination of the Cultural Left

The Cultural Left can’t even agree if masculinity exists or not. On the one hand, it is another one of these “constructed categories” that exist only in minds and not in realis. On the other hand, it exists, but it is evil, referred to as always “toxic” and in need of eradication along with those wicked other constructed qualities like race and gender, which also exist only mentally and ephemerally and not materially.

And even if it does exist, masculinity is apparently evil. All masculinity is “toxic masculinity.” There’s no other kind.

The war on masculinity is led of course by the feminists, who have always hated the masculinity and sexuality of normal heterosexual men. That masculinity exists at all indicates that it is oppressive. In fact, these things cannot exist at all without being oppressive.

It’s little remarked that the gays also wage war on masculinity, a concept along with gender that they despise. Of course gay men hate gender – most of them are men who act like women! And of course they hate masculinity – because so many of them are men who are very unmasculine. The very concept of masculinity at all would seen to be homophobic, and gays online routinely refer to masculinity as toxic.

The fact that masculinity or its caricature at least exists in spades on gay culture would seem to be lost on them. Who are these tops anyway? What’s a bear? What’s with these hard-looking stern-faced leathermen with other men on leashes. More cognitive dissonance or in this case cognitive blindness.

You would think that lesbians who typically act masculine like men would take up the banner of masculinity, but they just don’t. In fact, to suggest that lesbians are masculine is heresy – it is considered to be de facto homophobic and hate speech.

In this case as in so many others with the Cultural Left, truth becomes vicious insult on account of its revelations being unpalatable. The Cultural Left believes that if truths are ugly, then this means that they are not true! An interesting form of philosophy to say the least.

Our universities now have entire fields of studies devoted to “Masculinities.” There are even journals about these manly things, which are always bizarrely pluralized. At first I thought they were onto something as I have a bit of a hard-on for masculinity myself, at least in my own mind and self-image. I’d love to see some real scholarship on the concept of masculinity and how it manifests in the individual and society across classes, races and cultures.

I dipped into it and was quite disappointed. Everyone writing in “Masculinity Studies” is either an insane feminist or a gay man. The entire field is devoted to waging war on the very concept of masculinity and sees its very existence as permanently pathological.

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Poles and Holes Redux

Meg:

RL: “A hole only works with a pole, otherwise it’s like a hole in the ground, just sitting there being useless with nothing to fill it up waiting for you to trip over it.”

Is this how you view women?? 😂

As a woman though I feel this way a lot I don’t know if it’s a confidence thing or a society thing. Robert what do you think…?

Actually, I don’t view women that way. I don’t consider a vagina with no penis to put in it to be a useless object. On the other hand though, for gay men…

Believe it or not, I actually wrote that about gay male sexuality. Obviously a society of gay male bottoms ain’t going to work out very well. I doubt if there’s going to be much sex going on.

“A hole needs a pole, and a pole needs a hole” is actually a pretty good way of viewing heterosexual sexuality, especially from the point of view of the poles (the men). Men will literally fuck anything, and I do mean anything. This is the dirty little secret about men. It’s why straight men have sex with men, why men who have no interest in kids screw little girls, why men who have no interest in animals screw animals, etc. A lot of younger women can’t seem to figure this out, but most older women get it. If as a woman, you learn one thing about men in your life, it should be this at least: men will literally fuck anything. Until you understand that, you will never figure us out.

As far as a hole needs a pole, hmmm, a lot of women do like to get fucked though for whatever reason. There’s something special about that act even though it often doesn’t lead to orgasm (only 20-25% of women regularly orgasm from intercourse). Not being a woman and never being fucked, I don’t know what that is.

I am not sure what your statement means. Do you mean that you feel useless without a man?

Tell you what. I have talked to women of all ages all over the world for some time now and some of my best friends have been women (I mean we text back and forth all day long for months), and I keep running into this: the most important thing in any woman’s life is to get a man, to have a man in her life.

For many women, literally their entire lives revolve around getting a man, their relationships with men, etc. Some of these women had very bad experiences with men, and I wondered why getting a man or having a man was so damned important to them, but it was. I actually started thinking  that maybe this was some deeply ingrained thing in human females: the need to have a man. I asked the smartest woman on Earth (my Mom) about it, and she agreed with me that for many women, one of the most important aspects of their lives revolves around getting or having a man.  We talked a bit about why this is, but we couldn’t come up with an answer.

I doubt if it is confidence thing.

Like that hole in the ground is rather useless and even a hazard with nothing to fill it up, a woman is a bit of a loose wheel without a man or men. There’s something missing. There’s a void there. It’s not so much that you lack confidence to live without a man but more that without a man something basic is missing in your existence and you feel an empitness (recall the previous metaphor) and you need something to “fill the hole” in your life.

Relax. You’re normal!

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The Girlfriend Application

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Girlfriend application.

Anything we can add here, guys?

Here’s one:

Do you have a gag reflex? Yes_____  No_____

Any more?

 

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Germs, The Other Newest One

I feel your body’s close to mine
I hear your breath and mine in time
I know I’m nothing but it’s you that I need
I touch your skin and it starts to feed

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash

My eyes meet yours in secret glance
Our bodies locked in ancient stance
You whisper something and I know it’s good
You’re acting crazy just like I knew you would

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash

Embracing my life between your thighs
We will perform in the deadly skies
Reducing my mind to endless nights
You send my dreams to their demise
Realized by your last breath …

I take your hair in to my hands
I pull it tight to fit your demands
Feel my body into yours
I Know it’s right cause that’s my soul you stir

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another CATCH

In case you are wondering, this is about a homosexual love affair Darby had with another boy at the Hollywood Arts Free School he went to. But no matter. Naked Lunch is a great book, and Death in Venice will never be matched. Art does not abide our petty preferences. This higher calling is meant to transcend your petty prejudices. Art’s not about right and wrong. It’s about beauty, even when it’s ugly as sin.

God, I love this music. Very, very hardcore punk rock from the bowels of Los Angeles late 70’s to 1980. It’s so vicious it’s almost evil, but that’s why it’s great. Anyway I’m a bit of a Germ myself, infecting the bowels of this decaying nation.

I’m certainly contagious, good and bad. Just ask some of my exes.

No wait.

I saw these Germs maniacs in concert once at the Hong Kong Cafe. We got there and there were these angry punkers throwing bottles against the outside of the building. They glared at us, and we looked at them like, Hey not us, guys. We got inside, and we knew some of the local maniacs in there.

Diane Chin of the Alleycats was there. She really liked me one night, but she gave me 10 seconds to make a move. I didn’t do it, so she treated me like dog crap under her shoe for the rest of the night. I looked up at her wailing away on the stage. She seemed to be glaring at me. Apparently I just failed Shit Test 1, and there wasn’t going to be another.

Some of these psychobitches give you one damn chance. You need to move on them very aggressively in 10 seconds or so. You need to walk right up to her, put your arm around her, and drag her  off with that look in your eyes that says you know you’re going to do this baby, no one can turn me down. Of course that violates #metoo 101. You just committed sexual assault, sexual harassment, and sexual misconduct, and if you play your cards very carefully, you commit rape later on that night if she’s willing.

These psychobitches actually want to be more or less raped by a brutish man. They want you to walk up to them, grab them, and start kissing them like they can’t say no. They want to be dragged off by their hair like the cavemen did. They want to be told what to do and ordered around. They want the confidence of Superman and the brooding danger of Marlon Brando. If you can’t measure up, you’re a pussy, and she wants to kill you.

She wore all leather, but that doesn’t mean much. Most punker chicks were submissives deep down inside, like all normal women.

Anyway there she was.

My friend points to her and says, “See that chick there? Diane Chai of the Alleycats?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s nuts!”

I look over at her.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“When she does her slamdancing thing…”

“Yeah?”

“That chick! She…actually…breaks…tables!” His eyes are falling out of his head.

Well I knew she was a psychobitch, and now that was confirmed. I made a mental note not to impersonate any tables that night.

My friend’s sister was there along with her best friend, a perpetually scowling punker chick with leather and frizzy hair. You would think she was a dyke looking at her, but no way. She softened up and went submissive if I tried to talk to her. That means, “I like cock.” Dykes don’t to that. Dykes send in reinforcements when you try to talk to them, unless you’re gay, in which case they might like you and treat you like their little boy pet.

I went to the bathroom. There was the great Darby Crash, lead singer of the Germs! Famous! Sort of. A complete maniac! No really, read a biography. He’s all dressed in leather like a street tough. He’s got this sneering snarl that’s rather appealing if you’re a mountain lion. I’m washing up. He sees me and smiles/sneers whatever. It’s not exactly unfriendly. He’s just saying Fuck the World, and he hopes you agree. He looks like he’s  going to bust out laughing. His life was a bad joke, so he probably should have.

“Got any Tuuuuuuuuuinalssss?” He asks me with the not unfriendly James Dean sneer, a smiling laugh waiting to bust out and blow up the room.

His voice is is faggier than the Castro. He’s making limp wrist gestures. This dangerous maniac is actually a flaming faggot! What the Hell, man? The leather, the homicidal look, the deranged masculinity of a caged animal, and wrap it up with a mincing queen. It’s not even a product. It’s an April Fools Joke. Nothing about it even makes sense.

He’s asking me for Tuinols. Those are downers, barbiturates. Also called Blues. Popular back then.

Take one, and it’s like drinking a six pack.

Drink on them and you might die. Get behind a wheel, and all bets are off.

Give one to a chick, and she’ll turn into a half-conscious slavering nympho who won’t remember a thing in the morning. These pills do have their uses, you know? Girls liked to take them so they could have slutty irresponsible sex with the excuse that they were too wasted to be responsible, with the added benefit of being amnestic the next morning. Who knows what the truth is?

The thing is probably just a confession booth in a capsule. “I now absolve you of all responsiblity!” A blue excuse.

Well, I dealt drugs of course. I did for many years. And never got caught. Neener neener cops. I never sold pills though. Those are dirty and ugly. Sell them to some idiot, and he crashes into a bicyclist at night. You’re on the hook for felony murder and a guilty conscience til death no bottle can wash away.

“Nope, sorry,” I said. “Tuinal cigarettes. All I have are Tuinol cigarettes.” Well there’s no such thing. That’s an assholey thing to say, but then, Darby was an asshole, so it was probably appropriate.

“Tuinol cigarettes!?” he scoffs, realizing it’s a stupid joke. Part of him wants to hit me, and the other part wants to bust out laughing.

He starts sneering, and bursting out laughing in outrage, snarling out the door holding back the laughter.

I decided that I sort of like the guy, and now I just met a famous and very dangerous punk rock musician.

We go back to the club and buy Heinekens. My friend’s sister goes submissive, crumbles when I say hi. All the evil in her wrings out like a sponge. Now she’s a ragdoll, waiting to be taken. I get it. She wants to be raped too. All these scary punker bitches do. They’re all little girls at the end of the day.

Rape!? Well. Consensual rape. Let’s put it that way. You know, the way most mammals do it?

All you have to go is grab her like a maniac. And no, you don’t ask permission, you #metoo boneheads. Asking permission is pussy. It’s fail. A man doesn’t ask permission for anything. He takes what he wants, caveman-style.

I’m too chicken, so it’s a fail. Been listening to too many feminists. The only way to seduce her would be very roughly anyway, and that violates sexual misconduct, sexual harassment, and assault right there, with (consensual) rape later on if you get lucky. I’ve turned pussy. It’s all the fault of feminists and paying too much attention to my mother. About certain things, a man should never really listen to his mother. Listen to his father? Maybe.

The first show is Joanna Went. Apparently she’s actively psychotic or something. Her act is some sort of a schizophrenic breakdown on stage. I’m wondering if she’s really crazy or just a maniac like all the rest of these animals.

“Catatooooonic!…………Schizophreeeeenic!……..” She wails at no one and nothing. Her eyes look crazed. She’s got football player shoulder pads on like a circus freak. On a chick with pink hair. Well. That’s weird. Partway in, she starts ripping at the pads. The pads come open. They’re filled with shredded cheddar cheese! That makes perfect sense!

She’s grabbing handfuls of the cheese and throwing it out into the audience, wailing like a crazy woman the whole time. The maniacs in the audience are picking up handfuls of cheese and throwing it everywhere. Pretty soon the whole audience is caught in an actual blizzard of cheese. Like zero visibility. We are all covered with cheese. We’re pissed off, so we reach down and grab handfuls of cheese and start throwing them at Joanna. Hard. As hard as possible. That bitch. She threw cheese at us! For some reason, she likes this and smiles. She wants you to hate her. She’s trying to piss you off. It’s Duchamp and Man Ray, half a century too late. Dada, get it?

This nonsense is called Performance Art. I am not sure what the artistic statement is. Apparently that she’s crazy, we’re all crazy, and the rest of the world is nuts too. I think she could have said that without creating cheese blizzard, but it’s ok. Now I have another cool story to brag about.

The Germs come out.

There’s an air of menace in the club. It’s scary, you might get hurt. But that’s exhilarating too. Like war. The rush of impending potential violence. You’re on edge, but you’ve never been so excited.

The drummer is Don Bolles. He looks like a maniac.

The guitarist is Pat Smear. He looks like he’s criminally insane.

The bass player is this hot blond reform school runaway chick. She looks dangerous too.

Hell, they’re all dangerous. So’s the audience. That’s the general idea here. After a while, the dangerousness infects you, and you start getting antisocial yourself. I’m starting to feel pissed off. I guess that was the plan.

The band careens off into their set. This is some of the most terrifying music I’ve heard. Pure savage wailing raw animal menace. Perfect for a predatory animals like us. Apex predators. We forget that too often. We can kill everything else.

I’ve got nothing to be mad about, but I hate the world anyway. I’m not sure what the problem is, or if it’s even a problem. I want to hate the world, so maybe it’s adaptive. But why? I’m probably just not getting laid enough. But even if I was getting laid, I’d still be pissed off. I was 23 years old.

And now I’m gonna be 22!
I said a…Hey hey!
And a boo hoo!

– Iggy Pop and the Stooges, 1970

Or…

Speed jive

Don’t want to stay alive
When you’re 25

– Mott the Hoople, All the Young Dudes, 1972

You get the picture. Young men don’t need a reason to be angry.

Look back in anger.

What are you rebelling against?…What do you got?

Who knows what causes this aimless and meaningless anger of young men? It’s probably all down to testosterone poisoning.

The set’s halfway over.

Darby Crash has that same wild sneer and the 5150 look. He looks like he needs to be Baker Acted, and soon. He’s crouched down on the stage like a wild animal. Like a tiger. Or lion. Same man-eating look.

Everybody is starting to hate him. That’s the idea. Why? He’s an asshole! Just look at him! He wants you to hate him, get it? It’s not even serious. It’s a band of provocateurs.

People are throwing stuff at the stage, mostly at Darby because he deserves it most. The more people throw stuff, the more he smiles, crouches lower and screams like a man-eating feline. I’m starting to hate him. He’s really pissing me off.

We have cokes full of ice. There’s only ice left. I am grabbing handfuls of crushed ice and throwing it this freak on stage. Hard! Try to him! Hit him!

But why?

Because he’s an asshole! Just look at him.

The more ice that gets thrown at him, the more he smiles. It’s all a bit sado-masochistic. But as long as I’m dom, it’s all good.

The show crashes on until it ends, a freeway pileup in the fog on a sound stage.

We stumble out of the building.

It’s New Years Eve, 1979. Tomorrow will be a whole new decade.

The 70’s are over. Bye bye Hotel California. Bye bye paradise. Call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye.

Hello Germs. Hello Hell. Hello Other Newest One.

It’s the end, the end of the 70’s! It’s the end, the end of the century!

We lurch out of the building and into an alleyway. A crazed, drunken man stumbles into our path. He can’t even walk. He careens nearly into us and crashes to the ground. He picks himself up and looks back at us wildly. We stop. He has granny glasses. He fell on his face, and one lens is smashed. There’s blood all over his eye. It’s Clockwork Orange and Night of the Living Dead combined. Pure horrorshow, droogies.

Maybe he’s gone blind. Who knows?

It’s horrible. There’s blood pouring out of his eye socket. He puts one hand up to his bleeding eye and lurches off ahead of, fertilizing the dawn of the new decade crimson red in his path.

It’s a whole new decade. Things are getting scary. Reagan just won. Nothing makes sense. Everyone’s pissed off and, no one knows why. A new decade looms ahead, glowing ominously with pregnant danger.

We shake our heads at the horror and the spectacle.

A whole new decade has come crashing in filth and fury. We drive home in near silence on the freeway. After all we saw, there’s no words to add. The words are sucked out of us for a good hour. We still don’t quite believe it happened, and we are trying to take it all in.

And that was the night I saw the Germs.

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