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the flesh of others, dore alley — scott richard

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the flesh of others, dore alley — scott richard
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essay from 2016:

interestingly, a lot of big festival and events fall apart because they expand too quickly and the result is social chaos.

the FOLSOM STREET FAIR has reached this point.

THIS IS AN ESSAY ABOUT THE PHRASE "ECONOMIC SHADOW".

an economic shadow refers to the visible and traceable monetary exchanges which are "cast" by an event.

the easiest way to say it best would be to say, "i rode MUNI for .25 to get to the fair."

the .25 is part of the economic shadow.

cities obviously benefit from economic shadows where they can collect service fees and taxes and legislate all manner of deals.

anyway, let’s look at two cases among the economic shadows cast on FOLSOM STREET FAIR. one will be a local shadow. one will be a tourist shadow.

but first, let’s look at the fair itself.

this is called ONSITE economics.
unlike SHADOW ECONOMICS,
onsite economics are just economics — the sum total of all of the revenue which LEGALLY and TECHNICALLY should be able to be traced, sourced and accounted for, but we all know how the FOOD AND BEVERAGE cartels have skimmers, floaters and embezzlers in their midst as much as fire stations make pefect homes for fire bugs…

anyway, our onsite economics will look directly at actual on-site revenue collected through entry donations and booth rentals.
it also will include the onsite food and beveraging, but i will not be computing the food revenues and they will not be included in my totals.

i have forced all of my numbers to be very low.
the end totals are therefore potentially much higher than are represented in my calculations.

next we will look at the offsite revenues. offsite revenues fit into what we have defined as shadow economics.

off site revenues (SHADOW ECONOMICS) are gained through TRANSPORTATION & LODGING, FOOD & BEVERAGE, and the ENTERTAINMENT industries. these are harder to officially trace/track.

in old rome, all of these cartels were referred to as "cake and chariot clubs".
just kidding.
bread and circus, whatever..

but seriously, if we use the numbers which we get online:

"The 33rd Annual Folsom Street Fair, a true only in San Francisco original, covers over 13 city blocks filled with 400,000 people in their most outrageous leather, rubber, and fetish attire enjoying the world’s largest leather fair. 2016 Folsom Street Fair.
Sunday, September 25, 2016 | 11 am to 6 pm.”

we can see that they are claiming 400,000 people attend.

i’m not sure about these numbers. i know people come and go, but it really seems like a completely outrageous number for attendance.

but THOSE are THEIR numbers, not mine, so we have to use them for our calculations, but i will use SUPER LOW numbers anyway, because i’m not sure that many people actually attend or if those are inflated numbers.

anyway, at many of the entry points (you can slip in for “free” on several side streets), the MAIN entry points, attendees are MORE THAN STRONGLY ENCOURAGE to donate

in the past, they have used funneling techniques to get this 10$ out anyone visiting the fair. but this year, they used a single file tunneling line with barriers attached.

if you DO NOT DONATE, you are shamed by the fascist dynamics that are embedded in LINE FORMATION THEORIES.

sadly, the average person, has grown totally used to the “normalization” process of LINE FORMATION THEORIES here in the u.s.

LINE FORMATION THEORIES, though apparently embedded in the human spirit, always attack the human spirit.

anyway, let’s work with all of this info in creating our numbers.

i stood at the entry point of several of the FREE entry zones. very few people were entering the fair though these incredibly easy entry points. NOT only were there NO LINES and no obligation to pay, but you could enter the fair at better spots.

weird, huh?

but that’s what LINE FORMATION does. it cowers that human spirit and tells them to get in line.

people see a fking line and, like sheep, they think, “i gotta go stand there.”

and they do.

so in my numbers, i’m going to account for this human gullibility.

as a street photographer, i wrestle each year with the idea of donating to the fair.

this year, i chose not to donate.

not only do i share ALL my photos freely and make them available for viewing and reproduction and sharing with attribution, but i also write essays like this about human freedom and sexploration and who we are as people.

and ten dollars to do all of this is starting to make less sense to me.

there’s too much money being raked in, skimmed&stolen, etc.

big business has found a loop hole and big business is going to put ITS stamp on the fair. it has been for quite sometime.

add the POWER OF YELP and MEDIA and the human desire to REPLACE THE LOVE PARADE with anything similar, and you have a financial windfall/social downfall paradigm that will be great for the city — imagine our own LOVE PARADE!!!

which is super cool.

we should have a love parade!!!!

and EVERYONE should be invited.

but why invite ALL people to a BDSM play space on outdoor city streets if all they want to do is go to a LOVE PARADE? some of them might object. it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

some of them might object and BE VOCAL AND start trying to change the event itself, so that the event can adapt to the newcomer.

SF MET needs to embrace their own LOVE PARADE.

intentionally ignoring this seems like limited vision, especially for a city which is so progressively interested in creating global interest in itself?

okay, right, so let’s make up some numbers from what we were given.

basically, according to these numbers, 400K people visited the fair.

let’s say, based on what i saw, some 300,000 of these 400K (notice how liberal i’m being. in reality, i’d imagine that only about 8% of the visiting population went through side entrances) were funneled through DONATION SUGGESTED!!!! entry points.

based on a 60% response to the ENHANCED FILING entrance where the SUGGESTED DONATION actually becomes a STRONGLY IMPLIED CONTRIBUTION FEE,

if even an average number of 40% of the people attending the fair made a contribution of 7$, we end up with 0,000.

that’s shy of a million dollars,

but it’s all floating cash (unaccounted for actual dollars), collected in buckets without receipts.

that’s a lot of floating cash, so you know there will be a crackdown on this soon.

the pride parade went bankrupt because FLOATING CASH is a code phrase for YOU CAN STEAL SOME OF THIS.

it is a magnet for professional embezzlers and thieves.

but that aside, let’s take our number of 0.000 of floating cash and tie it up with some less floating numbers.

we will start with the sale of booths.

www.folsomstreetevents.org/exhibitors-and-vendors/

if you check out the link, it’s blank, so we can’t really know what the actual sales figure for a booth is. we can know that there are single booths which are sold at a different price than double booths.

because we don’t know and apparently can’t know, let’s just say that it’s 300$ for a single booth and 500$ for a double booth. these numbers will be loosey goosey for sure, but we need to have something to put in.

there are over 200 booths in the fair. the link above has a map if you want to run the actual number of single booths versus double booths.

here is one block’s numbers for you — eighth street to ninth street.

48 booths on the one block
26 of those are accounted for by 11 groups who bought multiples booths.
22 are single booth representation

so around 55% of the booths were bought at 500$
and 45% of the booths were bought at 300$

unfairly but for the sake of the task, let’s apply this same percentage breakdown to the advertised booths at OVER 200 this year.

but to go low, again, let’s drop that number by 20 and use 180. we are purposely UNDERESTIMATING at every corner here so that when we actually have access to the “accurate” numbers, the numbers will be higher in reality, not lower.

okay, so we have 180 booths

we can round up and say that 100 of these booths paid 500 dollars and 80 of the booths paid 300 dollars.

this math is easy, we can do it in our eyes.

50,000$ and ,000

grand total

74K$ for booth rentals.

so now we have 840K plus from entry “donations”

and we have 74K from booth rentals.

that’s already 4,000 before you minus out the peanut-costs behind beer, barricades, free volunteer security and organizer’s costs/salaries.

and mind you, we are LITERALLY JUST GETTING STARTED on the actual economic gains.

this is the “portrait” of the artist. we are about to dive into the artist itself, not just the FaceTime moment. we’re going to backtrack the actual monied costs and establish the REALCOST winners.

let’s start with the FOOD AND BEVERAGE CARTEL.

first, the event has a built-in tiered system that encourages beverage consumption.

IF YOU DONATE, you subsequently get 2$ OFF of EVERY purchase of a liquid beverage.

BEER, which was sold in a two-tiered format, priced at 10$ and i think . it might’ve been 18$ but i just wasn’t paying attention because i can’t day drink. my body punishes me immediately for any kind of day drinking, which has made me very unpopular at gay brunch parties. it’s intellectually and socially challenging to be around raging partiers at eleven in the morning if all you do is smoke weed and try to eat luxury food…

but back on POINT.
noticeably, let’s address the two TECHNIQUES from tourism/crowd control school that have already been implemented.

firstly, the lined-file entry signifier & now IMPLIED donation that is accompanied by our gaming element of risk and chance — the two dollar drink discount on the variable number of beers you buy. that is, the more beer you buy, the more money you save.
secondly, the two size discount theory. that is, the single booth price charge vs. the double booth discount.

the best thing about all of this so far is that there is NO DISCRIMINATION involved.
but there will be.

that will start as FREE space that has been donated.

at the FOLSOM STREET FAIR, they call it “the playground.”
and laughingly, they call it an inclusive safe space, when all it really is

IS A POLITICAL LYNCH PIN that will give the city and every number of special interest groups the RIGHT to dismantle the mission statement of the fair — THE WORLD”S LARGEST LEATHER BONDAGE event.

so the playground is a space where trender ambiguous people can show off and lip sync but you can’t enjoy what they are up to unless you’re physically formed in a certain way or wish you were and aren’t faking it with some surgical dream that will usher you into a new world where only you know that you were once somebody else clicking your ruby red slippers together and making your MGM movie house dream fantasy tv-adoption theories come true.

the weird thing about gender that everyone should know is that it’s not real.

if you are brave enough to step up and be what you are as you are and want to be, the world you fear drops away and YOU become real. not the other way around.

anyone who is afraid of themselves will always externalize their “enemies.”

it’s instinctive.

so in five years, these special interest groups like ASK FIRST will deride the freedom and the liberty and danger and the trust of the BDSM essentials.

the separatist and shameful HIDEAWAY and misnamed exclusionists will wittle and carve their way into the fair wearing their comic-con and burning man gear and off cast clothes from the love parade.

they are looking for a SAFE space to be shameful.

and that’s really different than the ideals of FOLSOM STREET FAIR.

the ideals of FOLSOM STREET FAIR were to bring out of hiding the deviations of the homosexual community when SEX PLAY becomes a central focus in a man’s life.

and HOMOSEXUALS are men who have sex with men.

that’s not a special interest group. it’s very physical and it’s athletic and it’s not about forming relationships the way that heterosexuals bevy and barter their lies and bulsht in order to self-protect and still get laid.

that’s NOT HOMOSEXUAL.

homosexuals don’t negotiate like that. they negotiate about the action.

and to try to make this kind of thing A PLACE FOR ALL, is homophobic.

it just is.

and if that is hard to understand, i can’t really enlighten this topic anymore, so i’ll just move back to the money…

IT WAS SUPER HOT THIS SUNDAY AT THE FAIR> record temps for all.

so there was a lot of liquid consumption going on.

i donated 5 bucks to the cause and had a .25 retail/street value juice.

that means .75 of fake money went into the beverage cartel’s pocket — remember, i already gave .25 to the retail street, so this is straight UP MONEY SHOT cash. it’s a collection/availability fee to the attendee.

and i’ll say this, at my fair, i would offer FREE WATER and i would OFFER people who really want to volunteer, to bring these same products or get corporations to give away free products that are just as wonderful as the competition and SHARE THEM FREELY with anyone who is thirsty.

lol.
but there should always be FREE WATER.

stick it to the cattle industry if you disagree and stop blaming human consumption of water when the drought is a manufactured attempt for upscaling the costs of water and privatizing it.

wake the fuk up, people.
nestle buys 1 million liters of water for 4 dollars, bottles it, brands it, distributes it, retails it for 99 cents of more and makes 55 million$ in profits after gushy payouts and all??

oh. shit. really?

anyway, because IT ISN’T MY GOAL in ANY WAY to disparage the industries which foist food and water bills on us, and in full compliance with veggie libel laws from the PATRIOT ACT, i disown any and all attachment to the importance of any of my statements. i’m just an artist and a philosopher who likes to do word problems

and, for the record, i make the most concentrated effort to USE THEIR numbers, not just for the “truth” value of identifying with their system and their numbers (though the veggie laws themselves are UNCONSTITUTIONAL AND OUTRAGEOUSLY ANTI-AMERICAN), but because they are at least tangible numbers.

i can’t MAKE THIS SHIT UP and it isn’t my intention to do anything but represent the numbers into word arrangements that make sense.

i’m like the weather woman.
you’re not going to send her to prison for suggesting that another one of our new and fantastic super storms has been started off the coast of florida or texas and will now destroy another city so that it can be rebuilt for global tourism…

anyway, the NUMBERS PLEASE:

out of 400,000 visitors, as it was so scorching hot and the beverages lines were constant steady streams of income collation, let’s estimate THAT EVERY SINGLE PERSON HAD ONE BEVERAGE.

in this number, let’s also assume that every one could take advantage of the discount of buying two or more.

so 400,000 times 8$

here, with this flimsy and completely deflated example of actual sales we find a rather large number:

3.2 million bucks.

i’m not even going to count food. that’s just hazy variables.

but they made money selling food as well.
i’m going to pretend it’s not even a factor, but obviously, they, too, made money. i just don’t know any prices and don’t really care. beverage sales have a much higher profit margin and a way lower overhead.

so, the onsite money intake of the fair with booths and entry donations and a HUGELY underestimated statistic of beverage sales has us at 4 MILLION DOLLARS for one event.

(all of our ECONOMIC studies so far are the actual event itself. the shadows, where MOST OF THE MONEY IS GENERATED, do not happen onsite.

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OFFSITE ECONOMIC SHADOWS

economic shadows are the unaccounted BUT VISIBLE AND TRACEABLE elements that surround transactions.

for instance, if you go into a store in san francisco and you buy a scarf that cost , how can two people pay the following costs for the same scarf?

the local person ends up with all taxes and fees of life, paying 299$

and the out of town person ended up paying 999$ for the same object.

how can it be?

i know, it sounds like a riddle, but i’ll explain it.

the first person lives and works in a downtown neighborhood. she/he has a flat where she/he lives and pays rent for their tiny little shared bedroom in a flat or home or wherever.

she/he shops in the city and travels in the city and does all sorts of ordinary city things. their daily rent is about 60$ and expenses for the rest of the day averaged about 5 including the for the scarf and the daily cost of having an unlimited muni travel pass.

she/he had an economic shadow for the day of 5 — based on the scarf purchase as the focus point of spending.

in our story, the second person is a TOURIST.

the second person is already paying rent wherever they are from. this rent we will say is the less than the person who lives in san francisco, duh!!!! way less 🙂

but they’re still paying rent for their apartment even if they’re not there. their rent is about 20$ per night

the second person is ALSO renting a room in a hotel for 0 for each night.

the second person ALSO flew to san francisco on vacation.

the flight was 0 for a roundtrip.
the second person is in the city for three days.
that’s 6 bucks for each day as an average.

the second person took private transport from the airport on arrival and departure. let’s low ball it and say that it ONLY costs 30 dollars round trip.
that’s each day.

during the second person’s stay, they used lyft to get around and spent 60$ on rides. per day.

this same person had a free breakfast at the hotel, but bought a coffee and had a dollar lunch, gave a 3 dollar tip and then had dinner that evening costing 30$. the food intake total for this second person’s day was .

down on the embarcadeo, the second person also bought 200$ worth of knick knack gifts from the vendors in front of the ferry building at the base of market street.

this second person had also come to town to attend the folsom street fair.

so they made a visit to mr. S as well and bought an outfit for the fair. it was 45$

the second person was in SoMa after dinner and paid 20$ in cover charges at bars and spent 40$ on drinks.

the second person’s day kept on going after midnight, but that’s where our economic shadow for that day stopped — the night before the fair.

so let’s compare these economic shadows that surround each one of our two individuals:

individual number one, who lives in san francisco and also attended the fair spent a WHOPPING:

two hundred bucks, for the sake of numbers i spent an extra five on something of this person.

and TWO HUNDRED dollar days are EXPENSIVE> this is an EXPENSIVE city. one of the most in the country now.

a lot of city people spend WAY more per day and have extraordinarily lavish lifestyles. but with average room rentals being so extravagant, that tends to be the real expense for a lot of less monied folks.

as it stands, an economic shadow like this requires 6 grand per month.

okay, so we’ve got our first shadow at 0 per day.

now let’s look at the second person. the second person’s grand total for one day is:

170 + 166 + 10 + 20 + 54 + 45 + 200 + 20 + 40 = 4

NOW, ADD THE original scarf to finish the equation, VOILA

,003!!!!!

and that is how you charge 99 dollars and 999 dollars for the same scarf.

and that is how business works. next year, that same scarf will cost 149 and 1399 if things work out the way you are supposed to work out.

SF MET, baby!!!!!!

anyway, i feel like i’m gossiping about real people.

let me get back to my point.

the first person hadn’t planned to go to the fair this year.

they were tired of the way the fair was always the same and the twister game and the show offery.

she/he bought a bottle of champagne for to bring to the brunch, they all decided to go to the fair.

so the townperson donated the required TEN bucks (sf people like to participate and can be generous with goods as well as kindnesses — though there’s a ton of criminal insanity that gets tolerated by these same manners of being…), so they got the drink discount.

she/he had two beers at ten dollars a piece, eight after the discount. spent , “saved” four on the admission price wink wink — drink more, save more. historically, us gays have loved this kind of economic challenge. but we’re communist about we — it’s a right, not a taxation. we made the BEER BUST FAMOUS.

we as a community are the biggest abuses of alcohol and drugs and anything to distract us from the tragedy and persecution of an indescribable group of men who merely have sex with each other and then must be condemned to that status forever coming-out, trapped in a trap. more beer please.
oh, sex is now boring, give me some drugs and let’s keep playing!

anyway, sorry, got a bit lost.

our intown hero walked to the fair after having a late breakfast at some friends’ place. onsite costs at the fair in total were plus the champagne purchase of for brunch. all expenses (the 51$ and for the rest of the day were minor and our intown hero’s daily life total was once again a rather average 0 including the fair.

which is a two day total of 0

our tourist hero — one who brings a much larger economic shadow to town — skipped the free breakfast and met friends for brunch and drinks for a total of

we’ve already factored our traveling/lyft total, so today’s share of that is

our tourist hero pays the donation 95% of the time. by its nature, TOURISM is rich people giving money away to poor people in exchange for passage and favors. locals live much more frugally on average than TOURISTS.

inside the fair, the TOURIST stays three hours and drinks one drink per hour.
all three drinks are nonalcoholic.
they are 3 dollars apiece.

with the discount, the TOURIST drinks of beverages.

our TOURIST/second person exits the fair having spent .

in this scenario, both characters leave the fair and live their lives.

i won’t make up more math about their days. we can just use the details we have, no need to add more and we already have daily averages determined.

HERE ARE TOTALS for the day, which at first seem desperately obvious, but they aren’t:

in town local pays out: + 200/day living expenses

out of town hero pays out: + 7/day living expenses
ADD the previous day’s total and this person’s TWO DAY ECONOMIC SHADOW is: 04 + 6 = 30

in COMMODIFIED TERMS, the tourist’s expenses are WORTH a GRAND more than the local’s output.

now ask yourself this:

which one is a bigger economic shadow?

which one spent less at the fair than the other?

and this is why the "city" is now becoming a "metropolis".

new rules, new games.

we should demand a love parade…
END PART ONE
maybe i’ll write part two when the REAL numbers hit the street.

LASTLY, i’d like to end with a suggestion.

LET’S INVITE THE WORLD’s LOVE PARADE TO CELEBRATE IN OUR new metropolis.

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a summer day at dore alley 2018, scott richard

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the world is mine

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one of the strange things to me that i’ve been hearing all my life is how “straight” people are heterosexuals.

REALLY??

isn’t this like saying HARVEY MILK is a HERO?
doesn’t it just SMACK of bad grammar and stupidity?
what a DITCH!!!! smear his name like dog crp everywhere you go. PLEASE don’t let that LOSER become a gay icon!!!!!!

i beg of you!!!!!!!

and who are these STRAIGHT people anyway and how did they come up with this IDEA about heterosexuality?

methinks IT’S FKING GAY!!!!

but that’s just me.
i kind of think that the REPRESSION of NATURAL SEX leads to fkt up social orders that, as a result of BAD GRAMMAR and the sickening side effects of using BAD GRAMMAR as a social code for behavior, end up kicking the sht out of themselves until someone is brave enough to MURDER the collective.

ah, history is so full of this sickness.

so i’m here to help. i know this in my “heart”.
even if it’s just fake and i’m only these words…

okay, CROSS SEXUALITY is when a man and a woman engage in any form of SEXUAL INTERCOURSE.

CROSS SEXUAL “INTERCOURSE” is a euphemism. no one is really sure what it actually means. it can mean a number of things and have regional flavors.

BUT CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING is not a euphemism. IT is very specific.

CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING is when a man ejaculates inside a woman with the possibility of CONCEPTION taking place. THAT IS >>> cross sexual UNIONIZING can "force" a REPRODUCTION. the REPRODUCTION becomes "property" in most societies.

and SEXUAL UNIONIZING is only “physically” attached to RECREATIONAL SEX because CONCEPTION can occur during RECREATIONAL SEX if prohibitions or alternate activities besides CROSS “PENIS2VAGINA" FUCKING (which is also not a euphemism, but is when cross sexuals get busy with it using a DCK and a VAGINA as INTERSECTIONALIZING UNITS — that is, like a vehicle making a delivery to a warehouse receiving that delivery). so SEXUAL UNIONIZING has a POINT or PURPOSE that is dangerous and devastating if you’re not ready to pay the price of reproducing and keeping the REPRODUCTION alive.

so stop being fking uptight.
that is CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING.
and some of you are like, “it’s the miracle of life!!!”
and comedians were like, “so is sht coming out your AS…HLE”

and i was like, can’t we protect children from all this HATE and HATEFUL grammar that has embedded itself so deeply into our ACTIONS and our BEHAVIOR and our UNSPOKEN TRUTHS???!? why must sex be so MESSY when there are so MANY ways of generating a delightful sex life for all humans.

anyway, it’s pretty simple, kids. here’s the list for CROSS SEXUAL behavior, that is when one representative of the “male” sex interacts sexually with a member of the “female” sex:

FIRSTLY:

DCK INTO VAGINA = CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING.

THIS IS WHERE YOU CAN MAKE A BABY, which is the EUPHEMISM for the terminology UNION. it is PROCREATIVE and should RARELY happen.

this is historically the highest form of human sex VALUE because of its punishing outcomes — UNIONIZING changed the history of dynasties, houses, empires at all levels within society by LITERALLY forming UNIONS.

BAD BREEDING destroys societies. so CROSS SEXUAL UNIONS have been forged in the fires of USURY and TRADE AGREEMENTS and DOWRIES and land exchange and all manner of GILDED and GOLDEN payoff strategies. indeed, this form of UNIONIZING isn’t almost not so much about the sex at all, is it?

it’s about the OFFSPRING and property rights.
but we all secretly know this…

okay, the list of SEX BEHAVIOR that is NOT UNIONIZING!!!

CROSS SEXUAL NON-UNIONIZING BEHAVIOR DEFINED

DCK into MOUTH = CROSS SEXUAL behavior (you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from ORAL SEX, dummies!!!)
MOUTH into VAGINA = CROSS SEXUAL behavior (copy/paste: you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from ORAL SEX, dummies!!!)
MOUTH to BTT = CROSS SEXUAL BEHAVIOR (you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from this kind of ORAL SEX, dummies!!! but you can get hepatitis!!! so beware!!!! you can get vaccinated for this as well in many countries)
DCK into ANUS = CROSS SEXUAL BEHAVIOR (you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from BTT SEX, dummies!!!

you see, all of these behaviors GO EASILY ACROSS the sexes. it is ONE sex, recreationalizing with the other sex. there are no UNIONIZING ISSUES. and modern humanity has all manner of DISRUPTERS that reduce the risk of DCK2VAGINA sex being UNIONIZING and much more rewardingly RECREATIONAL.

AND, just for the record, there really is a BETWEEN SEXES category of sexuality. just because you don’t know about it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist"

and FURTHER for this imaginary "record", this BETWEEN SEXES category — i refer to this amazing human as TRANSFORMATIONAL and i don’t limit their ability to transform based on the HYPER DISTINGUISHED models — is as ancient as all records of CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING. it is an ambiguous element (like SAME SEX FCKING that is ALWAYS and ETERNALLY born out of ordinary CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZATION!!)

ALL HUMAN DEVIANCE is literally born from CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING if you’re going to create blame.

ah, irony and hate are so conjoined.

and the gift of hermaphroditism is so underrated!!! we are such BAD RECEIVERS of the divine!!!!!

sadly, these "differences" are just so rare that it scares the CRP out of the majority of humans because it LITERALLY PROVES and DEMONSTRATES that there is a MAGICAL range to our PEOPLE!!!! that we are bigger and better and more mysterious than the STANDARD.

in the film FELLINI’S SATYRICON, the original "university spring-break vacation" story ever written (no, seriously, and so damn funny, too!!! petronius was a fking hoot!!), there is a hermaphrodite that is worshipped for being an oracle.

and the idiot college kids kidnap this amazing human and end up accidentally killing “THEM”. which is devastating.

and at the same time, i have MAJOR issues with co-opting PREVIOUS ESTABLISHED pronouns for the transformational.

this was done by the FAKE gay community which repurposed PRIDE and the RAINBOW as a direct assault on the western CHRISTIAN CHURCHES. way to go!!!! let’s bring everyone together for a FIGHT!!!!

not this time, kids. we are here to have FUN, FUN NOW!!!!
this is the new mantra of the liberated human.
and it’s not about IRRESPONSIBILITY.
fun isn’t responsibility-free. that’s DISASSOCIATION, the high you get from being too drunk, too much on medz, too much on drugs, too much ESCAPISM.

no, FUN NOW requires 100% awareness (or a bare minimum of 92%).

anyway, in the FUN NOW crowd, there is a belief that UNIQUE sexes 100% deserve a special place where they are valued and cherished. not deified, but humanified further in our ability to see US in them, not them in us.

FUN NOW says HELL YEAH!!!
and we will back you up if you need presence and support.
it’s not, per say, our life, but it is our LIVES that matter.

OUR LIVES MATTER.
and in my opinion, these people, and any who are persecuted for being born outside the STANDARD (sometimes called the mean) fking DESERVE a special and beautiful set of “pronouns” in grammar.

in my opinion, "US" and "WE" is so much better than the divisive and hateful choice of THEM and THEY, which is separatist and SELF EXCLUSIONARY.

currently those choices are operating like a weird denial, an uncomfortable BANDAID over a wounded and confused pronoun that will cause untold damage in the same way that ALLOWING harvery milk to represent ANYBODY or ANYTHING is stupid and only TRUE IDIOTS who can’t do any research and just adopt the ACLU hysteria and LIES about people. it’s so gross how UNWILLING people are to do ANY GD research about anything!!!!

and this MATTERS!!!!

much care and thought should be given. and the REACTIONARY vocabulary and grammar WILL NOT HOLD UP in history. it will fall in on its own shaky foundations.

instead, there needs to be GROUNDING and INTENTION that isn’t just RESPONSIVE and DAMAGED and PILLAGED and FILLED with the SHAME of others and their violence.

there needs to be LEGITIMACY and an ARGUMENT that DESTROYS the weaker minds’ power to hold the truth back.

anyway, CROSS SEXUALS need to realize that they FCK ACROSS the imaginary and REAL line between the sexes.
calling yourself HETEROSEXUAL is bullSHT.
get over it.

and calling yourself STRIAGHT is a fking lie. you CROSS the sexes.
YOU’RE ANYTHING BUT STRAIGHT!!!!!

in fact, the STRAIGHTS in true grammar are HOMOSEXUALS of either sex.
i get it, your mind is doing the tv thing where a hired talking mouth uses their jazz hands to mime an explosion…

fk that.

pick up the pieces of your mind and stick with me, because it’s HATEFUL to think of yourself as STRAIGHT if you’re a cross sexual.

why?

because you call HOMOSEXUAL MEN things like:

BENDERS
BENT
can you imagine what it would be like if us "benders" played twenty seconds on the clock BACK at you?!?! i’ll give you three seconds off the top of my head…

lazy fish!
cockNOTsuckers
mommy’s little deer
reproduction slot users (RSUs)
etc.

seriously!!!
being mean is fking easy.
and do we need more of this moral FKING hate and criticism?

or shouldn’t we rather being teaching good hygiene and sex lessons and techniques to bring people together?

isn’t the truth this simple?
methinks it is.

lastly, CROSS SEXUALITY is over-rooted in CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING philosophies.

it’s a TRANSACTIONAL philosophy/social construct where the body and the baby are the currency/threat/debt/fear. so much uncertainty and immediate dependency dreads rise immediately when UNIONIZING is EVERYTHING but the skin of most CROSS SEXUALS???

SEX FORCES UNIONS is the grammar code in play.
and we don’t really agree with this, so it gives lawyers a lot of room to MAKE DIVORCE into a trillion dollar fall-out industry with shrinks and hand holders…

and the rest of us are supposed to take advice from this kind of FKT UP cross sexual who thinks that sex is about UNIONIZING even though i still wake up everyday with a giant “WOOD morning to you too!!!” and i’ve never once CROSS SEXUALLY UNIONIZED?!??!! please don’t tell me that MY FKING BODY was only made for CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING. that makes me feel terribly lonely and does NADA for my BHONER.

so who’s really insane? my dck or people who are so uptight they won’t even acknowledge their own right to an erection being satisfied by all manner of alternate methods than having to FK my PROPERTY WIFE.

especially since we ALL FKING KNOW that UNIONIZATION accounts for less than .00000000000000001% of all SEXUAL concourse.
oh sht!!!!
burn!!!! such a burn!!!

right?
think how many FKING BABIES there would be if everytime a cross sexual had sex it was UNIONIZING!?!?!??!!

hly FK!!!!!
we’d eat babies instead of cows!!!!

but i think you’re starting to see that even in this REORDERING of the grammatical DEFINITIONS, that sex between men is not only natural, but it’s also a benefit to the structure. i constantly hear HOLLYWOOD and MALE WRITERS creating this fake woman who loves sex and just doesn’t get enough. and then in real life, the vast majority of cross sexual men that i know complain endlessly about how their cross sexual life died after UNIONIZING.

boo hoo. one guy even went on about what he called "gay entitlement" as if it was a FUN CARD EASY PASS to unlimited and uncomplicated sex play if you’re gay. whaaaaaaaat???!!

so now, instead, these men cheat.
and this can start to take a toll if they cheat cross sexually.
cheating cross sexually is like a ship that’s been riveted with metal on metal. there’s a lot of bylaws that must go into place to get that metal to lock down. you gotta pay for it mentally, financially and spiritually.
so soon, many of these men start to know somehow innately that cheating with men has its benefits because it’s STRAIGHT ahead instead of CROSSING sexual — there is a SIMILARITY of need for the actually STRAIGHT male. (not the gay-reactionary FAKE straight male as currently defined)

for example, cheating man-on-man can be more:

** satisfying
** easier to access
** free from harassment & emotionalism of cross sexual sex
** it’s often over almost as soon as it’s started (yay!! on with the day free from sex anxiety issues!!!! the pump and dump agenda which is a MALE agenda, heheheh, not a gay agenda lol)
** more friendly and easy going
** repeatable without threats

and lastly, the number one reason

it’s COST EFFECTIVE (and again, this is the #1 reason for the new "STRAIGHT sex", hehehehhe between men)

consider it co-opted. we assimilate you back, 🙂

but seriously, you know i’m crazy and like to make good fun out of the things people take so wrongly for granted.

and don’t forget, ken wilbur used to claim that people could only take in 5% of what they heard.
that makes me laugh. he was so optimistic.

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one of the strange things to me that i’ve been hearing all my life is how “straight” people are heterosexuals.

REALLY??

isn’t this like saying HARVEY MILK is a HERO?
doesn’t it just SMACK of bad grammar and stupidity?
what a DITCH!!!! smear his name like dog crp everywhere you go. PLEASE don’t let that LOSER become a gay icon!!!!!!

i beg of you!!!!!!!

and who are these STRAIGHT people anyway and how did they come up with this IDEA about heterosexuality?

methinks IT’S FKING GAY!!!!

but that’s just me.
i kind of think that the REPRESSION of NATURAL SEX leads to fkt up social orders that, as a result of BAD GRAMMAR and the sickening side effects of using BAD GRAMMAR as a social code for behavior, end up kicking the sht out of themselves until someone is brave enough to MURDER the collective.

ah, history is so full of this sickness.

so i’m here to help. i know this in my “heart”.
even if it’s just fake and i’m only these words…

okay, CROSS SEXUALITY is when a man and a woman engage in any form of SEXUAL INTERCOURSE.

CROSS SEXUAL “INTERCOURSE” is a euphemism. no one is really sure what it actually means. it can mean a number of things and have regional flavors.

BUT CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING is not a euphemism. IT is very specific.

CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING is when a man ejaculates inside a woman with the possibility of CONCEPTION taking place. THAT IS >>> cross sexual UNIONIZING can "force" a REPRODUCTION. the REPRODUCTION becomes "property" in most societies.

and SEXUAL UNIONIZING is only “physically” attached to RECREATIONAL SEX because CONCEPTION can occur during RECREATIONAL SEX if prohibitions or alternate activities besides CROSS “PENIS2VAGINA" FUCKING (which is also not a euphemism, but is when cross sexuals get busy with it using a DCK and a VAGINA as INTERSECTIONALIZING UNITS — that is, like a vehicle making a delivery to a warehouse receiving that delivery). so SEXUAL UNIONIZING has a POINT or PURPOSE that is dangerous and devastating if you’re not ready to pay the price of reproducing and keeping the REPRODUCTION alive.

so stop being fking uptight.
that is CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING.
and some of you are like, “it’s the miracle of life!!!”
and comedians were like, “so is sht coming out your AS…HLE”

and i was like, can’t we protect children from all this HATE and HATEFUL grammar that has embedded itself so deeply into our ACTIONS and our BEHAVIOR and our UNSPOKEN TRUTHS???!? why must sex be so MESSY when there are so MANY ways of generating a delightful sex life for all humans.

anyway, it’s pretty simple, kids. here’s the list for CROSS SEXUAL behavior, that is when one representative of the “male” sex interacts sexually with a member of the “female” sex:

FIRSTLY:

DCK INTO VAGINA = CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING.

THIS IS WHERE YOU CAN MAKE A BABY, which is the EUPHEMISM for the terminology UNION. it is PROCREATIVE and should RARELY happen.

this is historically the highest form of human sex VALUE because of its punishing outcomes — UNIONIZING changed the history of dynasties, houses, empires at all levels within society by LITERALLY forming UNIONS.

BAD BREEDING destroys societies. so CROSS SEXUAL UNIONS have been forged in the fires of USURY and TRADE AGREEMENTS and DOWRIES and land exchange and all manner of GILDED and GOLDEN payoff strategies. indeed, this form of UNIONIZING isn’t almost not so much about the sex at all, is it?

it’s about the OFFSPRING and property rights.
but we all secretly know this…

okay, the list of SEX BEHAVIOR that is NOT UNIONIZING!!!

CROSS SEXUAL NON-UNIONIZING BEHAVIOR DEFINED

DCK into MOUTH = CROSS SEXUAL behavior (you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from ORAL SEX, dummies!!!)
MOUTH into VAGINA = CROSS SEXUAL behavior (copy/paste: you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from ORAL SEX, dummies!!!)
MOUTH to BTT = CROSS SEXUAL BEHAVIOR (you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from this kind of ORAL SEX, dummies!!! but you can get hepatitis!!! so beware!!!! you can get vaccinated for this as well in many countries)
DCK into ANUS = CROSS SEXUAL BEHAVIOR (you can’t form a UNIONIZATION from BTT SEX, dummies!!!

you see, all of these behaviors GO EASILY ACROSS the sexes. it is ONE sex, recreationalizing with the other sex. there are no UNIONIZING ISSUES. and modern humanity has all manner of DISRUPTERS that reduce the risk of DCK2VAGINA sex being UNIONIZING and much more rewardingly RECREATIONAL.

AND, just for the record, there really is a BETWEEN SEXES category of sexuality. just because you don’t know about it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist"

and FURTHER for this imaginary "record", this BETWEEN SEXES category — i refer to this amazing human as TRANSFORMATIONAL and i don’t limit their ability to transform based on the HYPER DISTINGUISHED models — is as ancient as all records of CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING. it is an ambiguous element (like SAME SEX FCKING that is ALWAYS and ETERNALLY born out of ordinary CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZATION!!)

ALL HUMAN DEVIANCE is literally born from CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING if you’re going to create blame.

ah, irony and hate are so conjoined.

and the gift of hermaphroditism is so underrated!!! we are such BAD RECEIVERS of the divine!!!!!

sadly, these "differences" are just so rare that it scares the CRP out of the majority of humans because it LITERALLY PROVES and DEMONSTRATES that there is a MAGICAL range to our PEOPLE!!!! that we are bigger and better and more mysterious than the STANDARD.

in the film FELLINI’S SATYRICON, the original "university spring-break vacation" story ever written (no, seriously, and so damn funny, too!!! petronius was a fking hoot!!), there is a hermaphrodite that is worshipped for being an oracle.

and the idiot college kids kidnap this amazing human and end up accidentally killing “THEM”. which is devastating.

and at the same time, i have MAJOR issues with co-opting PREVIOUS ESTABLISHED pronouns for the transformational.

this was done by the FAKE gay community which repurposed PRIDE and the RAINBOW as a direct assault on the western CHRISTIAN CHURCHES. way to go!!!! let’s bring everyone together for a FIGHT!!!!

not this time, kids. we are here to have FUN, FUN NOW!!!!
this is the new mantra of the liberated human.
and it’s not about IRRESPONSIBILITY.
fun isn’t responsibility-free. that’s DISASSOCIATION, the high you get from being too drunk, too much on medz, too much on drugs, too much ESCAPISM.

no, FUN NOW requires 100% awareness (or a bare minimum of 92%).

anyway, in the FUN NOW crowd, there is a belief that UNIQUE sexes 100% deserve a special place where they are valued and cherished. not deified, but humanified further in our ability to see US in them, not them in us.

FUN NOW says HELL YEAH!!!
and we will back you up if you need presence and support.
it’s not, per say, our life, but it is our LIVES that matter.

OUR LIVES MATTER.
and in my opinion, these people, and any who are persecuted for being born outside the STANDARD (sometimes called the mean) fking DESERVE a special and beautiful set of “pronouns” in grammar.

in my opinion, "US" and "WE" is so much better than the divisive and hateful choice of THEM and THEY, which is separatist and SELF EXCLUSIONARY.

currently those choices are operating like a weird denial, an uncomfortable BANDAID over a wounded and confused pronoun that will cause untold damage in the same way that ALLOWING harvery milk to represent ANYBODY or ANYTHING is stupid and only TRUE IDIOTS who can’t do any research and just adopt the ACLU hysteria and LIES about people. it’s so gross how UNWILLING people are to do ANY GD research about anything!!!!

and this MATTERS!!!!

much care and thought should be given. and the REACTIONARY vocabulary and grammar WILL NOT HOLD UP in history. it will fall in on its own shaky foundations.

instead, there needs to be GROUNDING and INTENTION that isn’t just RESPONSIVE and DAMAGED and PILLAGED and FILLED with the SHAME of others and their violence.

there needs to be LEGITIMACY and an ARGUMENT that DESTROYS the weaker minds’ power to hold the truth back.

anyway, CROSS SEXUALS need to realize that they FCK ACROSS the imaginary and REAL line between the sexes.
calling yourself HETEROSEXUAL is bullSHT.
get over it.

and calling yourself STRIAGHT is a fking lie. you CROSS the sexes.
YOU’RE ANYTHING BUT STRAIGHT!!!!!

in fact, the STRAIGHTS in true grammar are HOMOSEXUALS of either sex.
i get it, your mind is doing the tv thing where a hired talking mouth uses their jazz hands to mime an explosion…

fk that.

pick up the pieces of your mind and stick with me, because it’s HATEFUL to think of yourself as STRAIGHT if you’re a cross sexual.

why?

because you call HOMOSEXUAL MEN things like:

BENDERS
BENT
can you imagine what it would be like if us "benders" played twenty seconds on the clock BACK at you?!?! i’ll give you three seconds off the top of my head…

lazy fish!
cockNOTsuckers
mommy’s little deer
reproduction slot users (RSUs)
etc.

seriously!!!
being mean is fking easy.
and do we need more of this moral FKING hate and criticism?

or shouldn’t we rather being teaching good hygiene and sex lessons and techniques to bring people together?

isn’t the truth this simple?
methinks it is.

lastly, CROSS SEXUALITY is over-rooted in CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING philosophies.

it’s a TRANSACTIONAL philosophy/social construct where the body and the baby are the currency/threat/debt/fear. so much uncertainty and immediate dependency dreads rise immediately when UNIONIZING is EVERYTHING but the skin of most CROSS SEXUALS???

SEX FORCES UNIONS is the grammar code in play.
and we don’t really agree with this, so it gives lawyers a lot of room to MAKE DIVORCE into a trillion dollar fall-out industry with shrinks and hand holders…

and the rest of us are supposed to take advice from this kind of FKT UP cross sexual who thinks that sex is about UNIONIZING even though i still wake up everyday with a giant “WOOD morning to you too!!!” and i’ve never once CROSS SEXUALLY UNIONIZED?!??!! please don’t tell me that MY FKING BODY was only made for CROSS SEXUAL UNIONIZING. that makes me feel terribly lonely and does NADA for my BHONER.

so who’s really insane? my dck or people who are so uptight they won’t even acknowledge their own right to an erection being satisfied by all manner of alternate methods than having to FK my PROPERTY WIFE.

especially since we ALL FKING KNOW that UNIONIZATION accounts for less than .00000000000000001% of all SEXUAL concourse.
oh sht!!!!
burn!!!! such a burn!!!

right?
think how many FKING BABIES there would be if everytime a cross sexual had sex it was UNIONIZING!?!?!??!!

hly FK!!!!!
we’d eat babies instead of cows!!!!

but i think you’re starting to see that even in this REORDERING of the grammatical DEFINITIONS, that sex between men is not only natural, but it’s also a benefit to the structure. i constantly hear HOLLYWOOD and MALE WRITERS creating this fake woman who loves sex and just doesn’t get enough. and then in real life, the vast majority of cross sexual men that i know complain endlessly about how their cross sexual life died after UNIONIZING.

boo hoo. one guy even went on about what he called "gay entitlement" as if it was a FUN CARD EASY PASS to unlimited and uncomplicated sex play if you’re gay. whaaaaaaaat???!!

so now, instead, these men cheat.
and this can start to take a toll if they cheat cross sexually.
cheating cross sexually is like a ship that’s been riveted with metal on metal. there’s a lot of bylaws that must go into place to get that metal to lock down. you gotta pay for it mentally, financially and spiritually.
so soon, many of these men start to know somehow innately that cheating with men has its benefits because it’s STRAIGHT ahead instead of CROSSING sexual — there is a SIMILARITY of need for the actually STRAIGHT male. (not the gay-reactionary FAKE straight male as currently defined)

for example, cheating man-on-man can be more:

** satisfying
** easier to access
** free from harassment & emotionalism of cross sexual sex
** it’s often over almost as soon as it’s started (yay!! on with the day free from sex anxiety issues!!!! the pump and dump agenda which is a MALE agenda, heheheh, not a gay agenda lol)
** more friendly and easy going
** repeatable without threats

and lastly, the number one reason

it’s COST EFFECTIVE (and again, this is the #1 reason for the new "STRAIGHT sex", hehehehhe between men)

consider it co-opted. we assimilate you back, 🙂

but seriously, you know i’m crazy and like to make good fun out of the things people take so wrongly for granted.

and don’t forget, ken wilbur used to claim that people could only take in 5% of what they heard.
that makes me laugh. he was so optimistic.

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9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.

Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80’s and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.

Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.

11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul’s is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer – couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I’ll test for next time.

Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch – the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!

Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one’s eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.

My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey – on sale, of course – for good measure.

I’m sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I’ve been verily impressed with what I’ve seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace – his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.

For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold – 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I’ve had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.

Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket – if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That’s how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.

The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating – the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.

12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned – China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one’s mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!

We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn’t as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.

I celebrated Jesus’ resurrection at the St. Andrew’s Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that’s what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 – what is that to you?

Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that’s Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde’s Wherry, I’ve had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.

I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp’s DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.

My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history – the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering – and photographing – into every nook and cranny.

13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I’ve seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white – the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.

People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.

I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.

Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city’s love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.

Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.

I’m nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.

Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba – repeated in clever variants – and parodies of other masters’ works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson – I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.

14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.

Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge – for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.

I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn’t dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we’ve grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere – London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn’t add up for me.

I’m in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.

Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street – yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle – they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!

Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air – fantastic! Taliban beware!

15.4.09
I’m leaving on a jet plane this evening; don’t know when I’ll be back in England again. I’ll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I’m grateful for God’s many blessings on this trip.

On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley’s home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine – I’m happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.

John Wesley’s home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display – I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.

I found Samuel Johnson’s house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.

There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!

I regretfully couldn’t stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen’s take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.

I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies – I got no game – booyah!

Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn’t make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.

At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.

That’s all for England!