A curious log concerning my goings-on in the curious, queer, and scandalous industry of illicit sex...and then, sometimes, what happens off camera too. Wicked.
I perform jelq exercises about two to three times daily...I think there's something to it...used to do them years ago (it's just one of those things you either keep up or you don't -- no pun intended).
Jelqing is not hard for me because it's how I normally masturbate anyway; that is, I rarely take it all the way through to climax. So holding back is no headache. I like... sustaining the sensation; a skill which has, doubtless, proven advantageous to my porn work. (Honestly, I simply don't get "two-minute" men! tsk, tsk, tsk...I pity their bed partners -- and them.)
- One devoted reader will soon receive the autographed jockstrap shown here! It's from my personal stash; meaning, I didn't just sign it...I actually wore it for real. And now you can, too. Ha!
- Finally got my monies unfrozen from corrupt Paypal and immediately - immediately - withdrew every cent of it. Fucking double-talking bastards! They won't close the account but so long as my money is out of there Paypal can hold emptiness from here to eternity.
Am checking out alternative online payment companies for receiving donations from you guys. Thanks for the support and understanding. And remember: PAYPAL SUCKS!!
- Tudo bon! Where can I get in on a show like this (besides having to take my ass all the way down to Brazil)??
I was in Barcelona once when the circus came to town and attended. It was my first sex expo but it wasn't very sexy, actually. Just dozens of vendors hawking pornographic shit...a glossy flea market as far as I was concerned -- and less cheap or interesting. I think I bought my first gummy cockrings and that's it. Ha! Was really expecting to see live sex shows. There was one happening in the next few minutes so I stuck around for it. Yahoo! I thought. Only there wasn't any sex. The goober, an ugly white dork, of course (they don't hire black niggas to show them up in public), who got hired for the gig couldn't get it up! He did not get erect! He had two sexy, sexy sluts frolicking onstage...poor girls were sucking that weeny to no avail. They finally gave up and took a bow. The audience laughed and hooted. Mr Impotent was rightly embarrassed. Good.
I've even advertised to perform live sex shows but, nope, there were never any takers. Oh well. C'est la vie.
- Women expect men to behave like gentlemen around strippers - go figure - but think they, women, have license to act a fool with male strippers. Granted, no one wants to perform before the wallflowers of a Genteel Ladies Auxiliary...I want a hyper, cheering crowd of girls letting their hair down (and hopefully hiking their skirts up later) but I don't want these cows ripping at my costume - shit cost money, baby! - and copping a feel every which way without even a thought of tipping. (This is white women; they know how to take pictures. But black women know how to tip strippers...and dudes go home with beaucoup bills. Just check out any promo or sneak clips of black male strippers grinding for their own. The greenbacks rain down.)
Black women know how to tip strippers
See, I know the double-standard exists. Not so much griping about it as pointing out the PC foolishness of claiming it doesn't exist. Of course it does! Just like women are not equal - or react equally - to men on every thing under the Sun. But I like strip dancing...don't intend to stop anytime soon. Booyah!
- Just think: had Anna Gristina kept her bonny ass in Scotland her "madam" skills would have ensconced her in a Victorian style mansion on a posh street versus the frightful Spartan cell on Rikers Island in which she now resides.
running a prostitution ring from an Upper East Side apartment
For those not in the know, Madam Gristina - no French origin, mind you - is the 44-year old Edinburgh woman recently denied reduced bail ($1m!) in Manhattan for running a prostitution ring from an Upper East Side apartment. How "upper"? Well clients were paying prostitutes upwards $1500 a session. High-end coochie, indeed!
- Tonight's gig was a bomb. As in it sucked. When I finally made it to the place - I got lost and was #@%! late - it was a typical, tiny pub filled with typical pub dwellers: old, over-the-hill blokes who reek of cigarettes and stupidity. It was a lady's birthday party but the only thing that outnumbered the old dudes were the damn iphone camcorders thrust at arm's length.
Having everybody hide - and 'hide' is the bon mot - behind video cameras at a strip show is like having a dinner party with guests who phone one another to converse.
The birthday girl was uncomfortable, the old dudes drunk and creepy, space too tiny, and the bar was playing FOLK MUSIC. Who in the fuck has a birthday party with fucking folk music?! On top of that all the other women were wallflowers with camera phones who literally cringed and ran every time I approached. Absolutely no sports in the lot. Ugly bitches. (At last night's gig they were all over me and laughing and clapping along!!)
I was paid to do a full monty. And I did -- very quickly and briefly. "Come on, let's see more, let's see more!" I ignored their asses with a smile and a bow. This ain't a centerfold photo shoot. I like swinging the full monty...but not for boring camera heads. Surprisingly (or maybe not) only three ladies wanted to take a picture WITH ME afterwards. Go figure.
I've met and known far more homophobic liberals, secularists, and democrats/progressives than homophobic conservatives, Christians, and republicans/traditionalists.
Go figure. I already have. twitter.com/troymission
