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Post by pussycat on Oct 23, 2020 0:30:09 GMT
 Not sure if they have this in Japan. Reality show about a hardcore christian family with way too many kids. And they’re like Hitler Youth white. Well the family lives on like a farm/mansion out in the middle of nowhere rural Georgia. The parents are desperately trying to shelter their many many children from the evils of the world, which include sugar, sex, drugs, alcohol, socializing, tobacco.  And so the eldest of the kids gets married and moves into a house with his wife who doesn’t share his parent’s conservative views. They have internet. They drink alcohol. Eat sugar. In fact, she seems to delight in watching him try these regular things for the first time. For instance she video records him drinking his first Coke at 20-yrs old, which of course he fucking loves. The mom thinks the daughter in law is undermining the way she raised/raises these kids to the point where their one 16-yr old rebellious-teen daughter is being negatively influenced by her. Anyway a lot of other really funny stuff happens like the eldest kid getting his birds and the bees talk on the day of this wedding, and watching him tell his mechanic buddies at the pool hall the embarrassing story. Or the episode where they go to San Fransisco and visit the Castro. Highly recommended if you like trash reality, my number one genre of television.  |
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 23, 2020 8:16:13 GMT
That show might drive me bonkers. Brainwashed religious fucks annoy the shit out of me The parents are desperately trying to shelter their many many children from the evils of the world, which include sugar, sex, drugs, alcohol, socializing, tobacco.  This kind of happened to naive young hick fuck me when I went to SF. Hopped on a tram looking for a record shop unawares it was in the Castro. Plus me not really knowing what the Castro was. "Heyyyy thats odd, some of these men are holding hands. Wait on, theyre all holding hands... and wearing leather cowboy vests with no shirt underneath. What a peculiar fash... OHHHHHHHH shit I see whats going on here..."Also a gay guy tried to take me back to his place after I'd been in SF no longer than 30 mins. Hadnt even taken my backpack off fffs. I mustve been cute in my youth. |
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Post by pussycat on Oct 23, 2020 18:51:44 GMT
When I was about 16-17 I used to sometimes frequent a certain nightclub that was either all ages or 16 and up. This nightclub was located in a famous American beach in the Southeast of my country. There would always be gay guys cruising, but specifically soliciting little old me for sex that they wanted to pay money for. Never took them up on the offers, and in fact I was a bit frightened by this at the time, but today I know better and would feel immensely flattered.
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 23, 2020 22:33:04 GMT
Road to ruin, Gene-o.
I locked eyes with this SF bloke in a 7-11. The very first store I had ever entered in America. Dumb ol' hick me held his gaze for a bit long and he mustve interporeted that as "the sign" Followed me outside. Walking alongside me, he started chatting.
"Soooo, where you staying?"
"At the youth hostel"
"You can stay at my place if you like"
((crikey are all americans this friendly?))
"No, I'm fine thanks."
"No, really, you won't have to do anything. Just lay back and enjoy it"
((oh fahhhhhhhhk so thats what he means))
I still remember thinking right then "this could be a total fork in the road moment in my life. How I answer this fella could dictate how the rest of my days pan out. I could embrace homosexuality as a new way of life even though I'm not remotely gay. It might open new avenues for me. I might be able to get into the flower shop business even though I have no interest whatsoever in flowers..."
Made some quibble and took my leave.
Wouldve probably legged it if it wasnt for my 800 kg backpack
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Post by pussycat on Oct 26, 2020 17:17:28 GMT
I remember being at a rave in a major city on the West Coast of America and being hit on very blatantly by someone who claimed to be a local newscaster. I believed him, but not being from there didn’t know who he was. He was basically like “Let’s Fuck” and I was like, “no thank you” and the he asked me, “What kind of gay are you anyway?”
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 26, 2020 23:02:58 GMT
He was basically like “Let’s Fuck” and I was like, “no thank you” and the he asked me, “What kind of gay are you anyway?” I hope you took grave offense to having your homosexuality challenged in such an overly forward manner. Wouldve been great to whip out a little “What kind of gay are you? handbook from your pocket and immediately start thumbing through it in lip-pursed studiousness. |
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