Rants, Raves, and Opinions

[JiminyLickIt]

Oh for fuck's sake, leave Lefty alone. I lived through the time when, if you wanted to make a phone call, you picked up the phone and the operator said "Number Please. " A long distance phone call cost 43 cents a minute (that's $2. 79 in today's money). Gas was 33 cents a gallon. NOTHING stayed open on a Sunday, except bars. I had a beer party every Friday night my senior year in high school and we lived right across the street from the chief of police. Never did our parties get raided, but today they pass out underage drinking tickets like candy at a parade. Pot was the hardest drug to come to my little town and you could buy a LID (fuck! Remember lids?) which was an ounce for $25. Guys were coming back from 'Nam with hash and Thai stick. I saw Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" concert for $4. 00. The worst disease you could catch from fucking could be cured with a million units of penicillin. Yes, as an aide, I fucked the shift nurse in the med room. Now you need a fucking government clearance to get near the med room. So have things changed?

In the eighties, a friend of mine an I would swoop in from Madison (which still had a pretty lively SW scene) and cruise all the loops. We would pick up some slores, fuck them in the car, then go to Victor's to pick up even classier slores and take them back to our hotel room. Or sometimes we'd cruise northside neighborhood bars at bar time. Pussy was like fleas on a dog's back, picking it up was like shooting fish in a barrel. We could get fucked and sucked three times in a night and we'd each spend less than $100. When the internet first cracked, there were some connection type services that were free (I'm talking '96 here). I drove from Dodgeville to Milwaukee to hook up with a minister's daughter. Daddy mighta been a minister, but I had her shouting "Oh god! I'm cumming" more than he ever did. Cost me nothing other than a half a tank of gas.

I did a bunch of other stuff too down in Chicago. It made Milwaukee look like a Puritan settlement. I won't go into everything I saw or participated in because some of you will call me a fucking liar.

So here I am now. Decent hookers are as scarce as virgins in an inner city grade school. Finding providers worth $100 has disappeared. Oh yeah, they want to charge $100, but they aren't worth it. And on top of it, my once rock-hard manhood can only achieve a half-hard and half-hearted aspiration to his former glory.

Cooch-.

I remember those days. Thankfully my brain still works. Got my boner pills from Roman this week, and hallelujah little Trigger is reliving his glory days. And I've got 2 utr's that turn me every which way but loose, are easy on the eyes and don't watch the clock. My point? It ain't what it was, but it still can be damned good, brotherman.

Peace and pussy-.

Jim.

[Coochie Eater]

Oh for fuck's sake, leave Lefty alone. I lived through the time when, if you wanted to make a phone call, you picked up the phone and the operator said "Number Please. " A long distance phone call cost 43 cents a minute (that's $2. 79 in today's money). Gas was 33 cents a gallon. NOTHING stayed open on a Sunday, except bars. I had a beer party every Friday night my senior year in high school and we lived right across the street from the chief of police. Never did our parties get raided, but today they pass out underage drinking tickets like candy at a parade. Pot was the hardest drug to come to my little town and you could buy a LID (fuck! Remember lids?) which was an ounce for $25. Guys were coming back from 'Nam with hash and Thai stick. I saw Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" concert for $4. 00. The worst disease you could catch from fucking could be cured with a million units of penicillin. Yes, as an aide, I fucked the shift nurse in the med room. Now you need a fucking government clearance to get near the med room. So have things changed?

In the eighties, a friend of mine an I would swoop in from Madison (which still had a pretty lively SW scene) and cruise all the loops. We would pick up some slores, fuck them in the car, then go to Victor's to pick up even classier slores and take them back to our hotel room. Or sometimes we'd cruise northside neighborhood bars at bar time. Pussy was like fleas on a dog's back, picking it up was like shooting fish in a barrel. We could get fucked and sucked three times in a night and we'd each spend less than $100. When the internet first cracked, there were some connection type services that were free (I'm talking '96 here). I drove from Dodgeville to Milwaukee to hook up with a minister's daughter. Daddy mighta been a minister, but I had her shouting "Oh god! I'm cumming" more than he ever did. Cost me nothing other than a half a tank of gas.

I did a bunch of other stuff too down in Chicago. It made Milwaukee look like a Puritan settlement. I won't go into everything I saw or participated in because some of you will call me a fucking liar.

So here I am now. Decent hookers are as scarce as virgins in an inner city grade school. Finding providers worth $100 has disappeared. Oh yeah, they want to charge $100, but they aren't worth it. And on top of it, my once rock-hard manhood can only achieve a half-hard and half-hearted aspiration to his former glory.

So, in short, I cannot provide much in the way of current useful info. I can comment on your comments. I can warn you of my past mistakes. I can relive some of the fun times I've had if I can remember them. And, if I have an experience with someone other than Coco, I will let you know about it. This seems unlikely since 1.) She treats me right. 2.) She gets the job done even with my failing equipment. And 3.) Because of my failing equipment, it's unlikely that I'm going to TYFTT at current prices just to go home and finish by hand.

All this rant to say "Leave Lefty Alone. " I'm in the same kind of boat he's in, but mine has more holes in it. Oh, and here's some advice for you young guys. Check your blood pressure regularly. Hypertension will rob you of your erection more than low testosterone or pictures of your grandma hanging above the bed you're fucking in. Yeah, and the medication for High BP robs it too, so once you're fucked, it's hard to get unfucked.

Read Lefty's stuff and enjoy it, or, if you don't enjoy it. DON'T READ IT! Same with me! If you like my bullshit on here, Hallelujah! If you don't like, skip over it, then go fuck yourself.

Coochie (old, tired, flaccid curmudgeon) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. I wish things were like the old days, I really do. Pussy was plentiful and cheap, my dick was hard and stayed hard, cruising and the internet both worked, Twin Towers stood in New York, and all was right with the world. We had Cheers, and Taxi, and Friends and Seinfeld. Oh, and women didn't take offense at every fucking opportunity a man opened his mouth! Ah, those were the days!

[JiminyLickIt]

Aarrrgggh this is the third or fourth time that fucking Champagne agreed to see me then went ghost. I give up.

[LookingForLefty]

I don't think Lefty is trying to be duplicitous. I fall into the "old days" trap, too. It's not for lack of trying, as much as the scene has changed for all of us. Providers included. Online classifieds were the wild west for almost 20 years, prior to the shut down of Backpage in 2018. You could find available working girls within many different advertising tiers, ranging from Health and Beauty to Adult Personals. Once Backpage folded and Craigslist removed their Massage Therapist classifieds, the scene became a ghost town. I've usually been extremely successful doing my own research and networking that yielded results that go beyond online ads, but once COVID hit and my UTR went dark, I too am now at a loss.

Where does that leave us? You can put an extraordinary amount of work in with an expensive SeekingArrangement membership, where you message 20+ girls, get 5-6 replies and have 1-2 agree to go on a date. Then you have to hope they don't have GPS! Or you can tangle with the dregs on SkipTheGames, which is an over-glorified forum for unstable street workers and girls hooked on meth and narcotics. The middle road has been lost. No wonder we have half the board hoarding contact info that was hard-fought and earned via their time on SA, and the rest fight over 3/10's who post on STG.

Sometimes it's nice to mull over the glory days to keep things in perspecive.

I thought I've helped my fair share of brothers. My messages are turned on. They were off for awhile when I was under investigation of some things. The mamasan I "date" are not AMP girls. They own but do not participate. Or participate any more. These women are over 60 and I developed a relationship over a number of years. I don't even go into their spas. These old gals are all divorced and all divorced from even way older white men. They are not prostitutes and they are not human traffickers. Usually their recruits are other Chinese women they know or are recommended. HE is the max they allow but some go off the reservation.

For the most part these older Asian women are just fine for me. If I want something more that they don't provide or want something different, I'd like to be some someone I've had a previous good experience with. Sometimes hooking up with a former addict who is clean is a win win. Few have a good job and I'm someone they trusted. Hell, they may have even liked me. The level of enthusiasm is more genuine when they are older. When they were 25 they faked those 7 orgasms. When they are 45 the one or two they get is real, most of the time. When they squirt or have contractions they seem real. Many I've lost contact with. They tend to show up on inmate searches, obits, or have just disappeared. Twenty years ago I was picking up women on Greenfield Ave and going to the Suburban. I met so many with kids and now the kids are adults. If have have bored or offended you guys, then just block me. The way we hooked up in 1995 was completely changed by 2005. Then we had 10 years of prosperity with Back Page and Craigs List. Even Model Mayhem, Erotic Monkey, etc. Facebook yielded huge results. The real estate game, stalking in court rooms and waiting rooms. Those days are over. Even Facebook is not yielding results.

[Dickson Sider]

The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?

His post are totally worthless its been over 5 years since I read one all the way through.

[ScooterAllCity]

The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?

I agree 100% with you. Great storyteller.

[Slugo]

The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?

I like reading that stuff, bet other guys do to!

[Dr Manhattan]

The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?

I don't think Lefty is trying to be duplicitous. I fall into the "old days" trap, too. It's not for lack of trying, as much as the scene has changed for all of us. Providers included. Online classifieds were the wild west for almost 20 years, prior to the shut down of Backpage in 2018. You could find available working girls within many different advertising tiers, ranging from Health and Beauty to Adult Personals. Once Backpage folded and Craigslist removed their Massage Therapist classifieds, the scene became a ghost town. I've usually been extremely successful doing my own research and networking that yielded results that go beyond online ads, but once COVID hit and my UTR went dark, I too am now at a loss.

Where does that leave us? You can put an extraordinary amount of work in with an expensive SeekingArrangement membership, where you message 20+ girls, get 5-6 replies and have 1-2 agree to go on a date. Then you have to hope they don't have GPS! Or you can tangle with the dregs on SkipTheGames, which is an over-glorified forum for unstable street workers and girls hooked on meth and narcotics. The middle road has been lost. No wonder we have half the board hoarding contact info that was hard-fought and earned via their time on SA, and the rest fight over 3/10's who post on STG.

Sometimes it's nice to mull over the glory days to keep things in perspecive.

[Rocket27]

The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?

Someone was asking me was her last name was. I destroyed my diaries long ago. Too many police visits. Man, if they had gone down to the Gacey room who knows what they would have assumed.

When I had them all blocked on Facebook I had a complete list of everyone. Then I unblocked them and forgot their names. If anyone has a name for Violet, Krazy Karen -I'd be interested in looking them up out of curiosity. I don't have Lisa Marie's new last name just the old one. Doc Manhattan had little Red's info. She's a pork chop now. Sort of was before. Krazy Karea out in Waukesha, I got her name. I think I have butter face back page Linda. Christine and. Quite a few are dead now. Cynical Anglel, Sexy mom.

[LookingForLefty]

The parlors in Atlanta, on RMs one was #2 and the other tied for #3 in reviews. I mean like 100 or so. Ranged from HJ to CBJs. I didn't read but the last few reviews. TV reporters don't report the dark side. One lady killed, her boy has raised over a million on Go Fund Me. Said his mom would live in the parlor a month straight. Made it sound like it was her choice. Maybe if she is the owner but believe me, lot of parlors house all the women. I've been given tours a few times. Office, break room, kitchen, and a dormitory of beds and beauty stations (converted beauty parlor), wardrobes of lingerie. Sure I've dated girls out the back door at midnight in some of those bigger cities. Mamasan really let her have it when I brought her home. I suppose they don't want some other pimp kidnapping them. What happened was a tragedy. IMO, he was a lunatic monger. You know it, I know it, but the naive people think it was a hate crime. Hell, we all know we go there because we have an Asian fetish. Otherwise strippers would be setting up parlors everywhere.

The first time I went to an AMP, it was at about 5 am. Ended up on this nice bed with a naked Korean girl touching me. I lasted about 10 seconds.

[DaChef2]

Brady East STD Clinic is a free testing service. Open mondays and tuesdays. Give them a name and address of someone you hate with a burner email and phone.

https://www.bestd.org/

1240 East Brady Street, Milwaukee, WI 53202.

414-272-2144.

contactus@bestd.org

Slip them a $20 on the way out.

[Coochie Eater]

And in quadraphonic sound as well I do believe.

You have better memories than I do! That is absolutely right. I was stoned, sitting in an upper tier rather than on the floor. During the song "Brain Damage," some guy behind me started to lose it. He was laughing uncontrollably. It was catching, (I was ripped to the tits, after all), but I couldn't resist turning around to see who this goofball was. About the time I turned, the laughter was coming from the other side of the coliseum. Jesus.

Thanks for the memory, Squidward!

Coochie (fuck, am I really that old?) Eater.

God Bless You All.

[ZipperSquid]

Son of a *****! My first rock concert ever was the Pink Floyd. Dark Side of the Moon tour at the Dane County Coliseum (not the fucking Alliant Energy Center). March (1973. Fuck me. After that one, they were all just rock concerts. $4 (I think. $8 at the very most. Pot was $20 an OZ, $25 for the good stuff. The boys in the service were still bringing in hash from Germany and Thai stick from 'Nam. Beer was $1. 50 a six pack, and if you waited until spring, you could get a case of Kingsbury Bock beer for $2. 50 a case (plus deposit for the bottles). No one gave a shit about herpes or AIDS because no one ever heard of them. People smoked pot openly at rock concerts with impunity (at least in Dane county), and us dumb fucks were waiting for the Age of Aquarius.

Well enough of my fucking rant. I'm older than dirt with a whanger that doesn't work.

Coochie (Those WERE the days!) Eater.

God Bless You All.

And in quadraphonic sound as well I do believe.

[Coochie Eater]

According to their Twitter accounts, these two veterans are now teaming up for a $600/ hour reunion tour. $600/ hour? That's ten bucks a minute. It would cost me $100 to say hello, get naked and get in bed. $200 more to talk about the old days. $50 to get off. $150 to watch them get off. And finally $100 to get washed up, get dressed and say goodbye.

I can remember seeing Pink Floyd at County Stadium for $20, if you catch my drift.

Son of a *****! My first rock concert ever was the Pink Floyd. Dark Side of the Moon tour at the Dane County Coliseum (not the fucking Alliant Energy Center). March (1973. Fuck me. After that one, they were all just rock concerts. $4 (I think. $8 at the very most. Pot was $20 an OZ, $25 for the good stuff. The boys in the service were still bringing in hash from Germany and Thai stick from 'Nam. Beer was $1. 50 a six pack, and if you waited until spring, you could get a case of Kingsbury Bock beer for $2. 50 a case (plus deposit for the bottles). No one gave a shit about herpes or AIDS because no one ever heard of them. People smoked pot openly at rock concerts with impunity (at least in Dane county), and us dumb fucks were waiting for the Age of Aquarius.

Well enough of my fucking rant. I'm older than dirt with a whanger that doesn't work.

Coochie (Those WERE the days!) Eater.

God Bless You All.

[Ps1999]

According to their Twitter accounts, these two veterans are now teaming up for a $600/ hour reunion tour. $600/ hour? That's ten bucks a minute. It would cost me $100 to say hello, get naked and get in bed. $200 more to talk about the old days. $50 to get off. $150 to watch them get off. And finally $100 to get washed up, get dressed and say goodbye.

I can remember seeing Pink Floyd at County Stadium for $20, if you catch my drift.

I will never forget that show, if only I could remeber it.