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Are the Gays Pushing Their Luck?

It’s already been reported hundreds of times as gay male pornography, but Youtube won’t take it down. This crap should never be on Youtube in the first place. Put it on Adults Only X rated sites. That’s the only place this crap belongs.

A lot of the comments are saying that the gays are going too far, pushing their luck, trying to get us to hate them, etc. To say the comments are anti-gay male would be an understatement.

There’s a lot of pretty crazy sexual stuff portrayed in the video. Gay Identity Politics always lies and says that says other than the PIV sex, gays and straights are the same. I guess gay men and straight men are the same. But we are not. If you bring up all the crazy, perverted crap they do, they say, “Well straight people do it too. Straight men do all those things.”

I am sure we do, but not nearly as much. And the number of straight men who like getting fisted must be extremely low or getting pegged with a strap-on period. Most straight men do not like to get fucked in the ass with long, penis shaped objects, even if your girlfriends is the one who put it on.

As far as the other stuff, I believe 37% of gay men practice S/M, B/D and they get pretty hardcore about it too. Most straight men are not into hardcore B/D, S/M. It’s a fringe subculture. If you live or work around the gay subculture in any major city, you hear about “accidents” involving gay men in S/M, B/D sex are very common. It’s not unusual at for deaths to occur in this activity, probably because they are so hardcore about it. Gay men present to emergency rooms all the time from injuries received in this kind of sex. You also see cases of gay men presenting with some object stuck up their ass that cannot be retrieved, and these cases are more common than you would think.

You also read a lot of stories about police finding some gay men tied up in room somewhere, screaming for help. Or a gay man found bound and gagged in some alleyway, unconscious, with a dildo shoved up his ass. Nope, he didn’t get victimized by criminals at all! His circumstances were a result of consensual gay sex gone out of control. The police are often dumbfounded in these cases and are often not sure if some bound, gagged and beaten gay man was victimized by a criminal or if he was just having some fun.

In fact, sexual sadism is so common in the gay male community that some suggest that is the reason why gay men are vastly overrepresented among serial killers. A gay man is vastly more likely to be a serial killer than a straight man. On the other hand, serial killers are extremely rare, so the odds that any given gay man is one must be extremely small. But this goes to show you what might happen if S/M, B/D ever catches on big-time in the straight community. We might end up with a lot more serial killers. I don’t think I’ve ever had a straight male friend who was into sexual sadism heavily.

I had a fag hag girlfriend in Hollywood once. Her idea of a good time on a Friday night was going to a gay bar and hanging out with her gay male friends. Most of her friends were hardcore gay male masochists. Once she told me about her masochistic gay male friend, “He’s not satisfied until the welts are this big.” She held her hands up with eyes bugged out of her skull. I think I said, “That guy is a sick fucking perverted asshole. Why the Hell do you associate with him?” I am not sure I would say that now, but that was in 1983. I’ve never known one straight man who liked to get beat up like that or who even practiced serious sexual masochism period.

Fully 37% of gay men engage in fisting in the past year. The % for straight men must be vanishingly low. This is actually quite a risky sexual activity, and my understanding is that you can really injure or damage your anus by doing this stuff. Also, it’s a dirty little secret, but a lot of the Hepatitis C epidemic is coming directly from this activity, often done at an orgy or group sex scene. There’s a reason for that, but I will not go into it now. Gay men keep insisting that if done properly, this activity is perfectly safe, but that can’t be true.

Sure some gay men fuck women in the ass, but it’s not a common sex act. I’ve only had a few girlfriends who even engaged in this sex act, and I’ve barely done it myself. I don’t think most straight guys are fucking women in the ass all the time. It’s just not happening.

Anilingous or rimming is when a gay man licks another gay man’s anus either on the outside or with the tongue, inside the anus. 62% of gay men engaged in rimming in the past year. This is almost a standard activity in gay porn, and it seems like this sex act is a regular part of many gay men’s sex lives. And from the few peaks I have had at gay porn, they really go at it, plunging their faces in like they haven’t eaten in days. You are supposed to wash up before you do this sort of thing, but gay men either don’t wash up or they don’t do it well enough.

Another dirty little secret that no one talks about is that this sexual act alone is responsibility for a number of diseases in the gay male community. Hepatitis A is spread only this way, and Hep A outbreaks are recorded in gay communities on a regular basis. In addition, the parasites, shigella, giardia, and ameoba are spread this way, causing shigellosis, giardia, and ameobiasis. The last one if amoebic dysentery, a disease endemic to 3rd world countries with terrible sanitation. As many as 20% of gay men test positive for at least one of those bugs at any time, and outbreaks of shigellosis, giardiasis and amoebiasis are quite common in gay communities.

Straight people definitely engage in this activity too, but a lot of of straight women refuse to do it and few volunteer from my experience. It doesn’t seem to be #1 on your average straight woman’s favorite sex act list. Still you do see this in straight porn. The odd thing is that any given group of 50-100 usually tests 0% of the presence of those parasites which are endemic among gay men. There have been several cases recorded in straights. The fact that straights seem to get away with rimming is probably because these pathogens are probably at very low levels in straight society. With gay men, on the other hand, what we call the disease reservoir is seriously infected with these bugs at a near epidemic level. The concept of disease reservoirs is very important in contagious disease but little discussed.

Water sports. Yes there are straight men and women women like to piss on people or get pissed on. It doesn’t seem to be very common. Ask one of your girlfriends if she would like to be on the receiving end of this act, and most women act like they are going to punch you in the face. Once again, doubtful that this is a top 3 sexual activity with straight women. Fully 16% of gay men engaged in water sports in the past year. I doubt if the figure is 2% for straight men.

Coprophilia. That means getting shit on or even better yet, coprophagia, which means getting shit on and eating the shit. You wonder why any human would do such a thing but it actually goes on a fair amount. Fully 8% of gay men engaged in coprophiliac activities in the past year. I doubt if the figure for straight men is 1%.

So you see, gay men are far more perverted than straight men and this is reflected in emergency room admissions, police calls for sexual activity, deaths and injuries during sex, injuries to the anus, not to mention several sexually-transmitted viruses and parasites which nearly absent in straight men.

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“The Kinder, Gentler Version of Bull Riding,” by Alpha Unit

Little Yellow Jacket was a famous Brangus bull – a Brangus being a cross between an Angus and a Brahman. He had one horn pointing up and the other pointing down. The Professional Bull Riders organization made him “Bull of the Year” three different times. That’s a record.

He was in good company as Bull of the Year. There was Mossy Oak Mudslinger. And Chicken on a Chain. There were Panhandle Slim, Cripple Creek’s Promise Land, Code Blue, and Dillinger. But nobody was as notorious as the 1,800-pound “World’s Most Dangerous Bull.” That was Bodacious.

Bodacious first appeared on the circuit in 1992. In no time he was found to be virtually unrideable. According to the ProRodeo Hall of Fame:

All muscle, the bull with the distinctive yellow coloring bucked off 127 of his 135 riders and became known for a bone-crushing style that sent many riders to the hospital, including world champions Tuff Hedeman and Terry Don West. Bodacious was known for his explosive exit out of the chute…His ability to buck riders off before they could nod their heads did not endear him to the cowboys.

The way he came out of the chute was bad enough. But what really made Bodacious so fearsome was his signature move: he would raise his rear end, his head to the ground, causing the rider to shift his weight forward. He would then jerk his head up and smash the rider in the face.

Tuff Hedeman, one of the few riders who ever stayed on Bodacious, had an infamous meeting with Bodacious in 1995 during the Professional Bull Riders World Finals in Las Vegas. A mere second after exiting the chute, Bodacious jerked Hedeman down and head-butted him, shattering every bone in his face below the eyes. It took 13 hours of reconstructive surgery and five titanium plates to repair the damage. Hedeman told reporter Burkhard Bilger that his sense of smell and taste never returned.

That same year in the National Finals Rodeo, Scott Breding chose to wear a hockey mask for his ride on Bodacious. He needed more than that. Bodacious head-butted him and knocked him out, breaking his nose and bursting one of his eye sockets.

The next day Bodacious was retired from rodeo.

If bull-riding is more thrill than you can handle, no problem. Not everyone can take on the likes of Little Yellow Jacket, but just about anyone can pretend to. Plenty of bars have mechanical bulls for their patrons. You can even rent your own mechanical bull for a birthday party, graduation, or other festive occasion.

Or go to the county fair. All over the United States during the summer you can find enterprising men and women who announce “Have Bull, Will Travel.” Like Jerry and Kathy Boone of New Plymouth, Idaho, who carry their mechanical bull, Samson, to county fairs and rodeos throughout the region. Or Cal Perkins, who makes mechanical bulls right here in the US and whose bulls are found in all 50 states and a handful of other countries.

Cal Perkins was a professional bull rider in the late 1970s and early 1980s but quit the circuit when he and his wife decided to start a family. After his sons became interested in rodeo, he began building bucking machines. He now custom-builds mechanical bulls at his shop in the tiny town of Murtaugh in southern Idaho. He brands his creations “the world’s best bucking machines.” The Times-News of Idaho reports:

Perkins takes great pride in the realistic look of his bulls. Each machine is upholstered with cowhide from Brazil and a real bull’s head from Mexico. That’s one of the reasons his bulls are so popular, he said.

Perkins travels with two mechanical bulls, one a miniature bull created for the little ones; it will take a rider up to 180 pounds. The set-up for his regular mechanical bull, which includes a protective air-filled mat, is designed to protect a rider up to 250 pounds.

And what about the rider? What do I need to know before I get on a mechanical bull? Professional bull riding champions Shane Proctor and Luke Snyder offer a few tips to would-be mechanical bull riders, as reported by the Wall Street Journal.

  • “Have enough beer to drink so you can get your courage up.”
  • “Make sure to make really good friends with whoever is running the bull. It’s not like eight seconds with a real bull. If you piss off the ring guy, he can keep you on however long he likes.”
  • “Keep your chin down. Wherever your chin goes, that’s where your body is going to go.”
  • “Make sure your free hand is in front of you. It helps guide your direction.”
  • “Sit close to your hand holding the bull. It’s like a teeter-totter, so you want to establish your center of gravity. If you sit too far back, you will fall off.”
  • “Know you are going to wipe out, and know you are not going to look graceful, so have fun and just fall off.”

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Foreign Objects in Funny Places

Once again.

I assure you that 100% of these men are homosexuals. Straight men just don’t shove huge objects up their asses. I have seen a medical journal article about all of the weird objects that have been removed from (gay) men’s asses. And it’s always a man too. Women definitely like to shove things up their asses – I had a girlfriend who like to shove dildos up there – but they don’t seem to stick all of these bizarre objects up there like gay men do.

And no, the story about the gerbil is not an urban legend as you might have heard. I have read a medical journal article that referenced the case of a gay man who stuck a gerbil up his ass. The rodent got stuck up there, and apparently had to be removed by doctors.

I understand that hospitals in places like San Francisco deal with cases like this all of the time.

Sometimes gay men die doing this. I have read of cases of gay men sticking poles or iron bars up their asses and then presenting 24 hours later with some very bad symptoms, often being pale as death. It is generally peritonitis, and the men often die quickly.

I am not trying to dog on gay men here – just pointing out that shoving weird objects up their asses is something a lot of gay men like to do.

If you are going to shove any object up your ass, I will not oppose you for that reason alone. There are people who like to do such things, and I have no problem with it in principle.

There are even straight men who like to get “pegged” by their girlfriends. Pegging is when a woman straps on a dildo and fucks a man in the ass. It’s generally straight men who do this, as most gay men simply don’t have sex with women at all. Pegging has become popular now with the Cultural Left along with just about every other bizarre sexual kink on Earth. I have seen a number of articles in the Left media written by hipsters about how much they love getting pegged by their wives. The Cultural Left Freakshow is promoting this weird idiocy along with every other kink imaginable.

You would not catch me dead doing such a faggy, effeminate and submissive thing. I don’t understand how any man could get off on it, and I don’t like playing the female role in sex. I don’t think getting pegged makes you gay; I just think it is ludicrous.

Anyway, any object going up your ass needs to have a flared ending. If it’s flared at the end, there’s no way it can get stuck up there. Your anus is not a vagina. It’s not possible to lose a foreign object in your vagina, but you can definitely lose an object in your anus.

The only thing that’s ever going up my ass is a woman’s finger (maybe sometimes), and even that can be problematic. If you are going to let a woman do that to you, make sure she trims her nails! I have no problem with a woman’s finger up my ass though. I don’t see how it makes me gay or anything like that.

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Lesson For Today: Do Not Shoot Drugs into Your Taint

From Reddit. This is one of the most horrifying things I have read in a long time.

Don’t shoot IV drugs into your taint:

OR Nurse here. This is kind of a long one… I was taking call one night, and woke up at two in the morning for a “general surgery” call. Pretty vague, but at the time, I lived in a town that had large populations of young military guys and avid meth users, so late-night emergencies were common. Got to the hospital, where a few more details awaited me — “Perirectal abscess.” For the uninitiated, this means that somewhere in the immediate vicinity of the asshole, there was a pocket of pus that needed draining. Needless to say our entire crew was less than thrilled.

I went down to the Emergency Room to transport the patient, and the only thing the ER nurse said as she handed me the chart was “Have fun with this one.” Amongst healthcare professionals, vague statements like that are a bad sign. My patient was a 314lb Native American woman who barely fit on the stretcher I was transporting her on. She was rolling frantically side to side and moaning in pain, pulling at her clothes and muttering Hail Mary’s.

I could barely get her name out of her after a few minutes of questioning, so after I confirmed her identity and what we were working on, I figured it was best just to get her to the anesthesiologist so we could knock her out and get this circus started.

She continued her theatrics the entire ten-minute ride to the O.R., nearly falling off the surgical table as we were trying to put her under anesthetic. We see patients like this a lot, though, chronic drug abusers who don’t handle pain well and who have used so many drugs that even increased levels of pain medication don’t touch simply because of high tolerance levels.

It should be noted, tonight’s surgical team was not exactly wet behind the ears. I’d been working in healthcare for several years already, mostly psych and medical settings.

I’ve watched an 88-year-old man tear a 3″-diameter catheter balloon out of his penis while screaming, “You’ll never make me talk!”.

I’ve been attacked by an HIV-positive neo-Nazi.

I’ve seen some shit.

The other nurse had been in the OR as a trauma specialist for over ten years; the anesthesiologist had done residency at a Level 1 trauma center, or as we call them, “Knife and Gun Clubs”. The surgeon was ex-Army, and averaged about eight words and two facial expressions a week.

None of us expected what was about to happen next. We got the lady off to sleep, put her into the stirrups, and I began washing off the rectal area. It was red and inflamed, a little bit of pus was seeping through, but it was all pretty standard. Her chart had noted that she’d been injecting IV drugs through her perineum, so this was obviously an infection from dirty needles or bad drugs, but overall, it didn’t seem to warrant her repeated cries of “Oh Jesus, kill me now.”

The surgeon steps up with a scalpel, sinks just the tip in, and at the exact same moment, the patient had a muscle twitch in her diaphragm, and just like that, all hell broke loose. Unbeknownst to us, the infection had actually tunneled nearly a foot into her abdomen, creating a vast cavern full of pus, rotten tissue, and fecal matter that had seeped outside of her colon. This godforsaken mixture came rocketing out of that little incision like we were recreating the funeral scene from Jane Austen’s “Mafia!”.

We all wear waterproof gowns, face masks, gloves, hats, the works — all of which were as helpful was rain boots against a fire hose. The bed was in the middle of the room, an easy seven feet from the nearest wall, but by the time we were done, I was still finding bits of rotten flesh pasted against the back wall. As the surgeon continued to advance his blade, the torrent just continued.

The patient kept seizing against the ventilator (not uncommon in surgery), and with every muscle contraction, she shot more of this brackish gray-brown fluid out onto the floor until, within minutes, it was seeping into the other nurse’s shoes. I was nearly twelve feet away, jaw dropped open within my surgical mask, watching the second nurse dry-heaving and the surgeon standing on tip-toes to keep this stuff from soaking his socks any further.

The smell hit them first. “Oh god, I just threw up in my mask!” The other nurse was out, she tore off her mask and sprinted out of the room, shoulders still heaving.

Then it hit me, mouth still wide open, not able to believe the volume of fluid this woman’s body contained. It was like getting a great big bite of the despair and apathy that permeated this woman’s life. I couldn’t fucking breathe, my lungs simply refused to pull anymore of that stuff in.

The anesthesiologist went down next, an ex-NCAA D1 tailback, his six-foot-two frame shaking as he threw open the door to the OR suite in an attempt to get more air in, letting me glimpse the second nurse still throwing up in the sinks outside the door. Another geyser of pus splashed across the front of the surgeon. The YouTube clip of “David at the dentist” keeps playing in my head — “Is this real life?”

In all operating rooms, everywhere in the world, regardless of socialized or privatized, secular or religious, big or small, there is one thing the same: Somewhere, there is a bottle of peppermint concentrate. Everyone in the department knows where it is, everyone knows what it is for, and everyone prays to their gods they never have to use it. In times like this, we rub it on the inside of our masks to keep the outside smells at bay long enough to finish the procedure and shower off.

I sprinted to the our central supply, ripping open the drawer where this vial of ambrosia was kept, and was greeted by — an empty fucking box. The bottle had been emptied and not replaced. Somewhere out there was a godless bastard who had used the last of the peppermint oil, and not replaced a single fucking drop of it. To this day, if I figure out who it was, I’ll kill them with my bare hands, but not before cramming their head up the colon of every last meth user I can find, just so we’re even.

I darted back into the room with the next best thing I can find — a vial of Mastisol, which is an adhesive rub we use sometimes for bandaging. It’s not as good as peppermint, but considering that over one-third of the floor was now thoroughly coated in what could easily be mistaken for a combination of bovine after-birth and maple syrup, we were out of options.

I started rubbing as much of the Mastisol as I could get on the inside of my mask, just glad to be smelling anything except whatever slimy demon spawn we’d just cut out of this woman. The anesthesiologist grabbed the vial next, dowsing the front of his mask in it so he could stand next to his machines long enough to make sure this woman didn’t die on the table. It wasn’t until later that we realized that Mastisol can give you a mild high from huffing it like this, but in retrospect, that’s probably what got us through.

By this time, the smell had permeated out of our OR suite, and down the forty-foot hallway to the front desk, where the other nurse still sat, eyes bloodshot and watery, clenching her stomach desperately. Our suite looked like the underground river of ooze from Ghostbusters II, except dirty. Oh so dirty.

I stepped back into the OR suite, not wanting to leave the surgeon by himself in case he genuinely needed help. It was like one of those overly-artistic representations of a zombie apocalypse you see on fan-forums. Here’s this one guy, in blue surgical garb, standing nearly ankle deep in lumps of dead tissue, fecal matter, and several liters of syrupy infection. He was performing surgery in the swamps of Dagobah, except the swamps had just come out of this woman’s ass and there was no Yoda.

He and I didn’t say a word for the next ten minutes as he scraped the inside of the abscess until all the dead tissue was out, the front of his gown a gruesome mixture of brown and red, his eyes squinted against the stinging vapors originating directly in front of him. I finished my required paperwork as quickly as I could, helped him stuff the recently-vacated opening full of gauze, taped this woman’s buttocks closed to hold the dressing for as long as possible, woke her up, and immediately shipped off to the recovery ward.

Until then, I’d only heard of “alcohol showers.” Turns out 70% isopropyl alcohol is about the only thing that can even touch a scent like that once its soaked into your skin. It takes four or five bottles to get really clean, but it’s worth it. It’s probably the only scenario I can honestly endorse drinking a little of it, too.

As we left the locker room, the surgeon and I looked at each other, and he said the only negative sentence I heard him utter in two and a half years of working together: “That was bad.”

The next morning the entire department (a fairly large floor within the hospital) still smelled. The housekeepers told me later that it took them nearly an hour to suction up all of the fluid and debris left behind. The OR suite itself was closed off and quarantined for two more days just to let the smell finally clear out.

I laugh now when I hear new recruits to healthcare talk about the worst thing they’ve seen.

You ain’t seen shit, kid.

LOL, oh man, that is one of the best posts I have ever read on Reddit. Good Lord that is terrible.

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Player Killed, Ref Decapitated and Dismembered in Brazilian Soccer Match

Video here.

In a soccer match in the Brazilian state of Maranhão, a referee ejected a player from a game. The player and the ref got into an argument, and the ref pulled out a knife and stabbed the player to death. The players friends and relatives then stormed onto the field and beat the ref to death, later decapitating him and dismembering his body.

This video does not show the actual fights and mayhem on the field. Instead, it shows the aftermath at the hospital, with hospital stuff pulling the ref’s head off his body (it was not attached anyway). You can also see the results of the drawing and quartering. Hard to watch but it’s basically a medical scene in a hospital, nothing ER doctors don’t see.

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Hand Injuries

Some seriously nasty hand injuries. Be glad you never got one of these!

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Girl Almost Dies after Diving off Cliff

Video here.

Pretty amazing video. A young woman, about 19 years old, dives off a cliff into a lake, possibly in the northwestern US. The drop may be as high as 80 feet, but I am not certain. The fall is so great that the impact of the dive knocks her out. From a distance that high, hitting the water can almost feel like hitting concrete. I have also heard of people losing their bowels upon hitting the water at great heights. From very great heights, there may even be internal organ damage or death upon impact. Even though this woman was knocked out by the fall, she was rescued by the male seen in the boat, taken to the hospital, and survived. I believe that she was unconscious for about 24-48 hours though.

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God I Love This Website!

Here (NWS).

I could read about this stuff all day long. Check out the gorgeous photos too. Sites like this are just heaven. Pour myself a cup of herb tea, relax, and enjoy the beautiful text and artistic photos (better than Ansel Adams).

This is what life’s all about!

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Anal Eroticism: Self-administration of an Epoxy Resin Adhesive Into the Rectum

LOL.

Idiot.

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What An Idiot

What kind of person does some lines of coke, then decides to give himself a hydrofluoric acid enema?

You should read medical journals sometimes. Amazing the stuff you read in there. Psychiatric journals are even better. My favorites, but then I’m a little nuts myself.

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