It always amazes me that those guys who's been wanting to fuck me/fucked me put that they are in a monogamous relationship in their profiles. I wrote about this particular issue before and I would like to bring it up again once more.

Most of us appear oblivious or even nonchalant when the other fucker(literally) already has a bf and is in a "loving monogamous relationship". Somehow it seems "okay" for us to do this, even though we may not exactly approve of it. Even if it happens to our friends, our advice usually tend to go along the lines of, "just fuck him first".

However when the scenario goes into the straight world, suddenly it just seems wrong. It is cheating he is a lying son of a bastard jerk jackass douchebag... etc. You would advise your girl pals(or guy pals) to dump his(her) sorry ass because clearly... it is not worth it.

This amazing double standards really baffles me immensely.

You know it always half amuses and half irritates me whenever a guy or anyone actually asks me how many guys have I slept with.

Why am I amused? Because I know it will horrify them when I tell them a rough estimate. No I don't actually tag the men I fucked with and going by my blog entries are not entirely accurate either as sometimes I don't write about it, and LJ was not my first blog anyway.

Why am I irritated? Because I know they will give me the "holy crap you slut" judgement/look.

But seriously, any gay men who came out around the same time as me, and is as old as I am(or older) would have slept with at least more than a hundred men by now. Think about it!

100 men divided by 10 years = 10 per year...

10 only PER YEAR ONLY!!! I'm pretty sure most of us go beyond that figure already!

I don't get it what's so horrific about me sleeping with more than a hundred men so far. Big deal! Seriously it's just base carnal sex. It is far too overrated.

So... to give a ballpark estimate figure... how many guys you think you have slept with so far in your entire history as a gay/confused person?

For me? Uh... a MERE MODEST NUMBER OF 200+ to 300 I think?

Okay I just came back from a fuck from one of the weirdest tops ever.

However I'm just too tired to write about it now, and besides... is anyone even interested?

Maybe when I wake up later I'll talk about it...

As it had been centuries since I was last fucked, I was feeling very out of sorts and cranky. I logged onto to hunt for my prey though truth be told I was half reluctant as it was a very cold night and hence the purrrrrfect night to just laze in the comfort of my bed. I chatted with half the guys, and flirted like hell with another half; juggling between 5 guys, plus 2 conversations on msn left me a bit dizzy!

The flirting became steamier and steamier with this guy in particular as I was practically raping him with language, telling explicitly what I would like him to do for me. He was super excited and horny I swear he was going to jerk off from the almost cybersex we were having.

Finally at the wee wee wee hours of the night, I decided I can't stand it anymore. I NEED A FUCK!!!!!!

Arts and Commercialism are like the antithesis of each other. Once Commercialism enters into the realm of Art, it will be a slow and eventual death for the latter.

Once an Artiste decides to pander to the demands of his/her fans, say bye bye to creativity and originality. By Art I mean the domain of paintings, journalism, theatre, poetry, writing... etc. For example, I used to enjoy reading some bloggers up until commercialism enters their live and then abruptly the tone changes. It became more lucrative and at times necessary to write for your audience and advertisers. Over time, their blogs just becomes blah and trash, at least to me. It's predicable and "safe" aka BORING.

Likewise books of certain authors becoming absolute bollocks once their "stars" rose up to the heaven. It became even painful to read.

Should commercialism ever enters my world, I hope I will never succumb to become one of the flock!

Alright ladies! I realised that I have been pretty judgemental and at certain times unfair to my tops. I must once again reiterate that in no way I am some super power btm though I wished I am!

So instead this time I want to ask, and I hope many of you will share with me... so what makes a btm good? If you're top... tell me what do you look for in a btm? I'm talking about pure sexual carnal roles here. What is a good btm to you? The way he sucks? He's got a tight ass for your cock? He moans incredibly sex?

In short, I want to know it all.

What is a good btm?

For some reason, I read docras entry about his friend's unfortunate incident with much horror and strangely enough, sympathy. Truly that is one of the worst possible scenarios one can ever imagine in a relationship.

But something funny struck me. Okay this is based on what I read from docras so I'm not sure whether does he actually mean it that way; in it he mentioned that he had met with someone before, which I presumed would be the date/bf. And he said that he found out that the date/bf slept with his best friend. Based on the lack of strong emotions that I can't detect, does it mean he is still best pally wally pals with your best friend? That he let it go like that?

If such a thing were to happen to me, honestly I won't know what to do. The depth and intensity of my rage and heartfelt sorrow would be utterly unfathomable. Granted the chances of it happening would be very very very low as The Best Friend and I have vastly different tastes in men, so I'm stating a hypothetically scenario.

My instant natural reaction would be to lash out, and everyone should thank that I do not possess divine powers for surely the offender would immediately be struck by a bolt of lightning!

As for my Best Friend, I would be devastated on the spot. Questions of why why why would scream through my skull. I'm not even sure what I will do. Will I cry and scream and forgive and forget? Or will I instantly lash out with every ounce of my energy and power even at him? I mean if he can do that to me...

Indeed... now I ask everyone who had been through such a scenario, whether you were the slut or victim, why did you do this to your friend? Your purportedly BEST FRIEND. Ridiculous excuses like drunk do not fly by, and pleading temporary insanity does not lessen your mitigation in the least. Your best option would be to confess honestly.

Even if you too like the same guy, there really is no excuse. Seriously. Have you no qualms or feelings towards your friend? In fact I'm having a hard time trying to reconcile anyone doing this heinous act to their best friend. While I'm not the most morally righteous bitch ever, there are somethings I will still draw the line at.

Shit... I got way too many guys in my mobile phone, and the amount of classification before their names sometimes confuses me. Especially if there are two guys with the same name whom I know from different places. It does take me a few minutes sometimes for some guys for me to correctly identify him.

I just sent a wrong text message to the wrong guy. No wonder his that kind of reply. Gave me a rude shock at first because I'm like how come he's "talking" this way?

It took me a good 15 minutes later to realise it's the wrong guy.

Fuck!

I confess I'm quite the hunter. The thrill of the hunt excites me. It sends my blood rushing to my head and adrenaline to course through my body. While of course naturally I'm THE Chaste, Celibate, Virginal, Demure & Modest Girl, I'm also biologically male! *gasps*

Hence rather like xxpartyguyxx , I tend to get less interested at guys chasing after me or trying to call the shots for a fuck. In fact if one of my legions of fucks were to sms/msn me about meeting up for a fuck, I am super less inclined to do so. I just don't like it if he asks for it and I agree. As if I'm on booty call. Hellooooo no way!! You are here to serve ME. Not the other way around!

But naturally being Me, I have to cocktease first, though I have absolutely no intentions at all of going over or having him over. I will reply with a series of extremely explicit replies that will guarantee to fire up his cock and imagination. Examples include, "Can I drink your cum? I want you to shoot into my mouth... can please?" to "Can find another top to fuck me? I want two of you to fuck me for hours."

Until when it comes to the confirmation... I will just switch off abruptly. Okay mission accomplished! :P

Look here! I have my own limits. And as well as my patience. And let me tell you this that I am almost up to here with your incessant badgering of me to do tarot card reading for you.

FYI... I'm not a prophetess! Neither am I a vessel for the Higher Powers! And no I CANNOT predict your destiny. NO MORTAL PERSON CAN!!!

It doesn't take a set of cards to tell you the solution to your dumb shit problems. I have repeatedly told you over and over again for the past... 6??? years. Yet repeatedly you come back with the same if not worse shit. I loved you before. And now I'm wondering was I insane??? Every time its the same old shit... different cunt... but usual typical cunt problems.

I already told you. You got this current stupid cunt pregnant... well supposedly she said she was pregnant...how true that is I don't know. How so sure you are the father I also don't know.  its up to you whether you want to claim "responsibilities" or not. I told you both sides of the fence and I told you what I would advocate you to do. It is the lesser of two evils. But what I keep hearing from you is the whinny whine about "very heartless leh".

Then FINE. Go accept the baby as yours. Go sacrifice everything you have for a stupid brat and a useless cunt. You haven't even finalise your own divorce yet, and you're like only 33 this year???? Plus you just lost your job... your "friend" did an elaborate cheat scheme of you that ensures you will be in debt to the bank for at least the next ten years... and you think it's heartless not to want the baby? Yeah go ahead... be a father. The cunt aint gonna work sweetie... she made that clear... so you have to break your back to support yourself, your cunt and your brat. Not to mention your parents. Its fine if you were working and earning at least 6K a month. But you aren't even earning 2.5K when you were still working! This is absurd!!

So stop fucking asking me to do tarot card readings for you. I don't predict destiny and I can't work miracles. Beyond that I'm just sick sick sick sick sick sick sick and sick of your endless trouble with cunts.

BYE!!

I'm quite hooked on the Tyra Banks show for some time as I found her talk show tackled issues that are pretty dicey and controversial. Of course I didn't exactly watch Oprah much, or even Letterman so I can't do a direct comparison between how controversial is her show.

So anyway Tyra "recently" conducted yet another social experiment, this time with members of the GLBT community. They were to set up a fictatious kingdom and assign roles to each other.

( Read on )

K.A. : Want to meet?
Me: Your last fuck so short
K.A. : Cos u did not suck me long enuff

W T F?

Oh... so it's my fault eh? So you want a long suck eh???? Glad to oblige sweetie.

And thus this good little girl did.

I sucked, and sucked and sucked and sucked till my jaws almost fell out of their socket. I swirled my tongue, lapping generously on the cockhead as my lips pursed and did so much suction power that a vaccum cleaner would have been proud of me!

K.A. : I... *gasps* fuck... *gasps* you *pant pant pant groan* now

Immediately I came up for air... in the most dainty ladylike fashion of course!

Me: NO.

I went back down... this time licking gently like a sweet.

He thrashed and moaned and groaned about wanting to fuck me. Oh no no no no no sweetie. You said I didn't suck you long enough right? So you will not be getting a fuck so fast.

After a deliciously long and agonising moments, I finally allowed him to enter me. However I didn't allow him to cum. This is punishment for trying to bitch me. In the words of my favourite kobold... "YOU NO CUM!!!!!"

Jerk.

*smirks*

Sometimes the vast journeys in life that you undertake served to bring you back onto the original path of which you had started from. Serendipity or fate or destiny... call it what you like but looking back in hindsight now it is pretty amazing.

Take me and A.B. for instance.

The Best Friend had remarked that it was almost as if I'm living in the life and shoes of Carrie Bradshaw. Coincidentally I'm also doing writing now! He said that A.B. is my Aiden, and B.W., my ex whom I have been keep contacting all these years, is my Mr Big.

I was with B.W around in 2003 and we broke up in 04. Since then while we went our separate ways, and got involved with other guys, B.W. never stopped loving me. It amazes, astonishes and puzzles me that B.W loves me to this depth, lasting even till now as we speak; he has always been waiting for me.

Oh my part, during the years I was involved with R.C and briefly D, and finally A.B. All these while B.W. silently stood steadfast in his love for me. My friends may not like him much. He may be a thorough block of wood. He may be crass and totally uncouth and extremely irritating. But he still loves me after all these years.

As of today, I decided to give it another shot.

I went back to Mr Big.

Just shut up. Either fuck me or dump ur bf and date me, or better yet... dump ur bf and date me AND fuck me.

Dear Fuck Buddy,

please shave carefully as getting whisker burns is hardly pleasant and not at all what I like. Your fuck is not long either and you better buck up before I discard you.


Sincerely,

Your Domineering Btm

Once again a reminder you fucking tops... just being fucked is NOT enough for us btms. What we would like IN ADDITION to being fucked, is to CUM as well. You know... the intense euphoric feelings that come, pun intended, as your tallywhacker spurt off tons of lovejuice.

The standards of tops have really dropped. Fucking lousy. Can't fuck for long either. 10 minutes ONLY????????????? My god I might as well stay home and jerk off! I WANT MINIMUM AT LEAST AN HOUR OF FUCKING!!!!!!!!! Excluding foreplay of course!

Rightfully.

Nowadays trend? I keep having younger and younger guys messaging me, Maybe I look young. :P

10 Important Birthdays in Singapore!

Check it out guys!

Yup it's my birthday next week and since I will be busy from Thursday onwards till Sunday with The Best Friend and A.B., I can only meet B.W my ex bf today for a celebration in advance.

Guess what he bought me for my birthday?

( Warning: Images INTENSIVE )

Sun: Can't make up my mind whether to fly back on 4, 5 or 6th.
Moon: 6th!
Sun: I think my bosses are expecting me to fly back on the 4th. That's a bloody Sunday
*pauses*
Moon: Yes 4th is a Sunday.
Sun: DID YOU JUST CHECKED THE CALENDAR????????????
Moon: What?!
Sun: DID YOU JUST CHECK THE CALENDAR???????????
Moon: Uh ya why?
Sun: YOU KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY IS ON FRIDAY! WHICH IS 2nd! SO ISN'T 4TH BY RIGHT A SUNDAY??
Moon: Just double check mah!
Sun:: DID YOUR HAIR CHANGE COLOUR WHILE I WAS GONE?!!!!!
Moon: ...