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Life in Panama - No suit, no shoes, no problem…

admin — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 03:02:14 +0000

I remember reading articles in various men’s magazines about escaping the 9 - 5 grind, trading in the suit and tie for shorts and sandals and doing something that you love for a living. I remember reading them and yearning for it, but not knowing how to do it. As I made that my #1 priority in life and started adjusting, bit by bit to eventually getting there and finally, getting here…you have absolutely no idea how amazing it is.

I haven’t touched a dish, cleaned the house or done laundry in two years. Why would I? My maid lives in the maid’s quarters of my 3000 sq. ft. penthouse condo ($1200 /month) and she costs $200 /month and is bi-lingual. She cooks amazingly well and is a real sweetheart.

I only use alarms to wake me up for flights to various play or vacation destinations in Central, South America or the Caribbean and it’s about 85 every day here in Panama. I surf, dive, kite surf, hike, camp and fish like crazy.

My quality of life is amazingly high and my cost of living is amazingly low. Dinner last night for my gorgeous Colombiana date and myself at a 4 star Italian restaurant with appetizers, awesome steak and pasta entrees, two bottles of wine and dessert and coffees was $74.

The Panama real estate market is exploding, while the US, Canadian, Asian and European markets are imploding. Panama City looks and feels like Miami (without the stress, crime and attitude) and is only getting more and more amazing every day as more expats move here and there’s just more and more to do. There are huge tax advantages to Panama corporations and foundations, as well as living in Panama instead of in the US or Canada.

Guys…WAKE UP! You’re dying minute by minute in that cubicle. All the 401ks, IRAs, quotas, pension plans and stock options in the world aren’t going to make up for you dying at 40 of heart disease while you shit blood because of your ulcer fretting over the mortgage, the kids and whether or not your business card is nicer than Jones’. Think about the movies “Fight Club” and “Office Space”. If you don’t get it after thinking about those and comparing your life to mine, you won’t get it and should stay right where you are.

On the other hand, if you DO get it and you want to move down here to paradise (also known as Panama), there are ways to do it. It’s going to take some guts and some improvisation. You’ve got to have a portable skill or be independently wealthy. Life down here (and anywhere for that matter) is cheap, but not free.

I work on the Internet (as you might have noticed), so living anywhere is easy. But if you can write for a living, sell real estate, manage resorts, hotels or restaurants or have construction skills, you’ve got a shot at making a great living here too. I know a girl who’s selling insurance in Panama and is doing very, very well. Car insurance, health insurance, life insurance, title and mortgage insurance and other types of insurance in Panama are so much cheaper than in the states, it makes a great market for a hot, English speaking Panamanian to help out the gringos when they get down here.

Gents, forget the headaches of modern living in the US and Canada. Tell your boss to take a hike, sell all that shit you don’t need and move down here. It’s a boomtown, the wild west and there’s gold in them thar hills. Take a chance, get a life and hope to see you here.

Women’s Sex Tourism?

admin — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:06:44 +0000

Of course, sex travel or sex tourism, as it’s known in a lot of places is on the rise. Jumping a plane to get a nut or three is common these days. But did you know that women do it too?

I found this article on EscapeArtist, one of my favorite sites. You won’t believe this, but apparently more and more women are traveling to find bigger cocks and guys who pay more attention to them. -

Women’s sex tourism is especially popular nowadays. Sources state that about 600,000 women come to the countries of the Caribbean Basin every year in search of men’s attention and love.

Women’s and men’s sex tourism are two absolutely different phenomena. Women do not go to bars and sex shows to find new partners; they do not make sex tours as such infrequent events are organized basically for men.

Researchers who studied the phenomenon of sex tourism among women at Caribbean resorts say that this type of a vacation is typical of middle age women either lonely or unhappy about their family life.

While men choose Asia for their sex tourism, women go to Southern Europe (Italy, Greece, Turkey, Croatia and Spain), to the Caribbean Basin (Jamaica, Barbados and the Dominican Republic), Genoa and Kenya in Africa, Bali, Indonesia and Phuket in Thailand to enjoy sex tourism. Nepal, Morocco, Fiji, Ecuador and Costa-Rica are less popular. Thailand, the Dominican Republic and Cuba are the countries that suit for sex tourism of both sexes, male and female.

Seventeen percent of the Jamaican population lives below the poverty line; tourism and farming are the only sources of income there. The airport of Montego Bay is crowded with young men when flights from Canada or London arrive. They come there to meet “milk bottles who must be immediately filled up�?. This is how they call foreign women with white skin. Locals say that middle age women come to the place in search of “a big bamboo�? as the opinion of the sexual power of swarthy men is widely spread all over the world.

Lesbian tourism is just emerging. However, there are several places where women can enjoy it: Mytilini in Greece, Bangkok and Pattaya in Thailand and Bali.

Sex tourism is popular in the third world countries, and the services are quite affordable there. Jamaica travel experts say that the tariffs are meant for the middle class: $30 per an hour and up to $150 for one night. In addition to the tariff, gigolos would love to receive money, watches, shirts and cigarette lighters as presents. Women from the Canadian capital Ottawa are known as the most generous presenters.

Women who enjoy sex tourism are given various names in different countries where they go: Shirley Valentines in Britain, Longtails – in the Bermudas, yellow cabs – in Japan, milk bottles (blondes) and stellas (brunettes) – in Jamaica. In Barbados, female sex tourists are said to be having “the Canadian secretary syndrome�?.

Men serving female sex tourists also have their names in different countries: kamakia (harpoon for fishing) – in Greece, galebovi (seagull) – in Croatia, sharks – in Costa-Rica, Kuta Cowboys and pemburu-bule (hunters for whites) – in Bali, Marlboro men – in Jordan, bomsas or bumsters – in Gambia, sanky pankies – in the Dominican Republic, grinda hunter – in Ecuador, brichero – in Peru. Men of the Dominican Republic enjoy the reputation of the most professional gigolos.

For many years it has been considered that sex tourism suited men only. But as it turned out, middle age women who are not that fabulous as film stars but have quite enough money desire to have sex and enjoyment during vacations to take a rest from their husbands, children and housekeeping.

Women’s sex tourism was first mentioned in the middle of the 19th century in the USA and Turkey. Americans liked to visit North American Indians and European women visited Turks to enjoy sex far from home. There were no sex travels just during the Depression, and the pause lasted until the 1960s. Just few brave women from England, France, Czechoslovakia and the USA went to India, Nepal and Thailand probably to enjoy sex with locals.

Female sex tourism got a new spur together with the second wave of feminism and when tourism began to speedily develop in the 1960s. Canadian women were the first to travel in search of sexual adventures more actively. It is thanks to Canadian women that the Caribbean Islands and hot boys from Jamaica and Barbados grew incredibly popular. In the 1990s, female tourists from Japan and Taiwan joined them and went to the beaches of Bali and Phuket.

Several years ago, two female sociologists from the USA questioned 240 women spending their vacations in Negril and at two similar resorts in the Dominican Republic. They found out that about one third of them had sexual contacts with local young men during their vacations. At that, sixty percent of them agreed that probably the young men made love to them just to get money. All the respondents said they did not pay for the sexual services that men provided during their vacations at resorts. But many of the women explained that they paid money for sex as they treated it as economic aid to the resort staff or even the local economy.

Some of the questioned women said they had started sex tourism by chance but loved to enjoy it regularly. Others say they love sex tourism not merely because of sex but rather because of the care and attention that local men give them. These women are even ready to pay for this type of temporary love.

A Fertility Measuring ?Phone?

admin — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 19:27:16 +0000

Yup, now I have officially seen it all.

So, Samsung believes that there aren’t enough methods and now it’s time for a phone capable of tracking a woman’s fertile periods. The idea is to keep the user updated on her “baby” and “no baby” times of the month when she places a call. They’ll do this by measuring distance to the eardrum (using either ultrasonic or laser sensors) combined with infrared to get a temperature reading. This corresponds to a woman’s basal body temperature cycle, which in turn maps to her menstrual cycle.
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In Japan, the concept was intended to boost birth rates by keeping couples in the know on exactly when they might have success and correspondingly, when they should be getting it on. But I imagine the intent might be just the opposite with some of you more promiscuous types.

A New Paris Sex Tape? …from JAIL?

admin — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 01:55:11 +0000

So, that naughty little rich girl, Paris was apparently getting her lesbian kicks while she was in jail. This site opened today with an EXCLUSIVE, 22 minute video of Paris having sex in jail with another inmate.

Could it be that the “stupid, spoiled whore” (as South Park dubbed her) really got her kicks while in holding?

Doesn’t look sexy to me?

I heard that Paris was alone in her cell, with no contact with other inmates. But this is a picture of the cell Paris was supposedly in.

I don’t know about you, but the first tape was kinda hot when she was alone and other than that, pretty disappointing. I don’t like dicks in my porn. This girl on girl stuff with Paris in a jail cell? Oh ya baby…I’m all over that.

See y’all in about a half hour.

Don’t buy an iPod now..

admin — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 20:32:14 +0000

There’s a lot of speculation about the next iPod release. It’s been a couple months since Apple threw out the iPhone, the new iMac is official and hittin’ it and current iPods have seen a price drop (something that only comes strictly mandated by Apple HQ). Retailers are continuing to say that Apple is slowing down iPod shipments, strongly suggesting the company is running out its current stock to make room on shelves for new product.

I can’t say what specific technology Cupertino’s got brewing behind the scenes. It’ll be OS X-based, and should use more flash, but whatever it is, I’ll wager on the release in September or October.

A Sex Doll for Dogs?

admin — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 19:52:46 +0000

Well, now I have officially seen it all. Apparently somebody got SO tired of getting their leg humped that they went and created this beloved contraption to keep Sparky from soiling yet another pair of jeans with doggy spunk.

I don’t know whether to be beside myself with hilarity or to barf my chicken wings from lunch on my shoes. Can you imagine cleaning this thing? I mean, call me nuts…but dog spunk isn’t something I want to be wiping down with my dishes sponge.

I suppose it’s only right to give them a sexual outlet, God knows that cutting a dog’s nuts off and just expecting him to forget about sex is just ridiculous, but damn man…I don’t know if I should go out and toss down some $$ for indulging my dog’s fantasies. Do you think they’re thinking naughty thoughts and saying “Ya baby…take that…you know you like it…take my red lipstick dog cock” etc…while doing this?

Do you think we’ll see doggy day cares in the near future with playgrounds that look like this?

What a world…

Escorts 2.0

admin — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 03:35:09 +0000

Female escorts are so common online and off these days that I’d be amazed if you didn’t know about them yet. But most of the guys I’ve asked about them in the last couple weeks either didn’t know they exist or didn’t know much more than locker room rumors that were mostly wrong. So I figured I’d spread the word a bit. Maybe you’ve seen enjoyed 1 or 2 (at a time) or 39 in the last month on those “off” nights when a trip to the local ho hole didn’t bring home some pink taco.

So here’s the inside scoop from a buddy of mine who knows more about escorts than anyone I’ve ever met. This is a guy who paid for his first escort at 13, drove escorts at 18, opened an escort agency at 22 and owns the world’s largest escort community. If that’s not pimp cred, I don’t know what is.

An “Escort” is a woman who will spend time with you and/or perform various levels of sexual or other intimate (massage, dancing, skin on skin rubbing, BDSM, dominatrix, etc.) services for money.

There are escorts who will only do dinners, take vacations or just chat with you and there are full on porn star escorts (PSE), girl friend experience escorts (GFE) and every shade of escort in between. Escorts appeal to rock stars, wealthy guys, poor guys, perfectly normal guys who get laid all the time, fat guys, skinny guys, shy guys, quiet guys, loud guys, drunks, CEOs and janitors, elderly guys, women, couples, psychological conditions (insecurities, obsessions, performance anxiety), physical infirmities (amputees, the handicapped, the deformed, dwarfs and midgets, your brightest or darkest desires and most perverted fetishes and fantasies. They are the ultimate appetizer, main course and dessert. Oh ya, and they’re NOT your wife, girlfriend or rosy palm and her five sisters.

So, let’s say you live in Atlanta. You’re relaxing at your condo in Atlantic Station, it’s just another night, you’re alone and you’re considering beating one out. But why? Just head over to Beautiful Companion Escorts or to XXXcorts or to See An Escort or Swinger Escorts or even Xotica Escorts. These are all sites with direct access to the largest escort directory in the world. There’s over 10,000 escorts worldwide and over 100,000 escort reviews. In Atlanta, there’s over 400 escorts waiting for your call. Pay $1.95 to join and get access to all of the escort’s contact information in Atlanta or virtually any other major city in the world AND you get access to all of the escort reviews too.

Escort reviews? Oh ya, let’s go over those. Ever read consumer reports? Escort reviews are the same thing. If you’re going to spend your hard earned money on some female companionship, make sure you’re getting what you’re paying for. Prices vary wildly from city to city, incall, outcall and they’re largely based on services provided, the quality of the provider and your ability to bargain (or read escort reviews). That’s right, escort reviews not only tell you what she’ll do, they’ll also tell you for how much and how long. If that’s not worth the price of admission, I don’t know what is.

Use your common sense with the police and make sure not to get busted for saying anything stupid. It’s perfectly acceptable to say “I’d like to see you for an hour, what’s your rate?”. It’s not acceptable to say, “I want to fuck, what are you going to charge me for having sex with you?” It’s pretty rare that cops run stings on guys, but it does happen. You’ve gotta say something stupid like that to have any problems. You can learn all that you need to about how to have a blast in your home town and around the world in the member’s forums on this escort site.

Ignore the prudes, they love to crucify escorts and other ladies throughout history. Mary Magdalene got a bad rap.

Don’t be stupid, like with any chick, ALWAYS wear a rubber (if you were to have sex, that is).

So the long and short of it is that all you’ve got to do is pick up the phone or drop an email and you could be enjoying the company of a beautiful girl in about a half hour. No more beating off at webcam girls for $4.99 /minute or watching the same ‘ol porn over and over on your computer or TV. No more of the same ‘ol pussy you’ve been fucking for the last 10 years (or more) or having to keep hiding what you’ve always wanted. Now you can just go on out and find her, she’s waiting, willing and happy to take cash or in most cases, credit cards.

Happy hunting!

A Bendable, Wearable, 0.01″ Thick TFT TV Display

admin — Fri, 25 May 2007 21:28:23 +0000

Sony has just gone public with something I’ve been waiting on for a couple years. There have been rumors and leaks about TFT (thin film transistor) for flexible displays combined with OED, (organic electroluminescent display), but this is the first I’ve seen of it headed for the public market.

Imagine a color screen with LCD quality that you can bend, twist, roll up like paper, even drop and it never breaks? It could be worn as a t-shirt or wrapped around telephone poles for ads. How long will it be before boys have this tucked into their history notebooks so they can watch last night’s episode of whatever or even some good skin flicks while it looks like they’re reading?

The future just looks more and more distracting and cool as hell.

This is just getting ridiculous. 1984, here we come.

admin — Tue, 22 May 2007 00:14:24 +0000

Every once in a while, I get chills down my spine when I see yet another invasion of our already fragile liberties with a satellite-tracked black box that somebody’s trying to pass off as innocent. “It’s for keeping your car from getting stolen, it’s for making sure your kids don’t go where they’re not to, nobody would ever use it for _________.”

A company called GoPass has come out with a new device called the AVL-900. It definitely ups the ante by not only allowing the installer to track the vehicle’s every turn via GPS / GPRS, but it also has an integrated microphone to let whoever’s curious listen in. This portable tracking system packs a SiRF Star III GPS receiver, supports quad-band GSM communications, and can report positions on a timed interval or send an alert to your cellphone if the vehicle is moved while you’re away.

As if seeing a moving dot wasn’t close enough to being in the backseat, you can simply text the device or ring it up to turn the microphone on and listen in on what’s going on inside. The AVL-900 will even let you monitor the movements from your smartphone (if you’re in Europe, Asia or with the Government in the US). Thankfully, this box isn’t commercially available yet, but it will be within 3 months.

If that doesn’t creep you out…what does?

My Penis says, “Thank You Daddy.”

admin — Fri, 18 May 2007 22:17:56 +0000

In one of the most uncomfortable conversations of my life, a friend of mine named Paul told me that he’d rather fuck his “Fleshlight” than a real, wet, warm, sweet, succulent vagina attached to a real woman. I realize that it’s unfortunate that pussies come attached to women, but I’d accepted it as a necessary evil in life. I figured that Paul’s confession must’ve come from the effects of his 4th Jager shot combined with his 4th or 5th Johnny Blue on the rocks and that he must be nuts. Since I had absolutely no idea what a fleshlight was and was absolutely intrigued by anything, that any man, even in his absurdly inebriated state would prefer over a real woman…I just had to know more.

After a little time at Fleshlight.com, I had to order one and see whether “pocket pussies”, “pinch hitters” or in their vernacular, male sex toys had really come this far. Two days later the UPS guy rang my doorbell with a smile and a discrete brown package from “Interactive Life Forms”. He probably thought it was some cool AI thing as he usually delivers nothing to my door except gadgets, computer stuff, toys, guns, etc. If only he’d known how fast I was going to tear that package open, lube it up and stick my dick in it. (How many times do you get to type that in your life?)

About twenty sweaty minutes later, I lay back on my perfectly clean bed (no muss, no fuss) and in complete agreement with my friend Paul, swore off women forever. Now I can save my money, play more, travel more, even work more and fuck without cuddling, chick flicks and those embarassing “sorry about the VD” or “another trip to the abortion clinic” headaches.

Ok, ok…so I can’t really swear women off completely. There are exceptions to the altogether too realistic rule, but this thing really will save me a lot of unsatisfied nights and some carpal tunnel. Check it out -

The outside, when it’s closed, looks like an industrial flashlight (hence “Fleshlight”). Cute eh? It’s heavy duty plastic and the end screws on tight so that you could leave this on your kitchen counter or bedside and nobody would ever ask what it is.
When you order, you start with the options of what you want it to look like.

Then you decide which one of the options you want for what’s on the inside (what you feel)

They even have a fleshlight for guys who are worried about shooting too soon and want to build up some stamina with “practice”. You gotta see “Legends Gym”

I went with the basic “Lady” with the “Wonder Wave” insides and gents, I gotta tell you…wow. This thing not only is a hell of a lot of fun to play with, the last few times I was up to bat with the real thing, I’ve been doing a lot more playing with her than her with me.

Get yourself a fleshlight and enjoy it. But remember, no matter how drunk you get, don’t tell your buddies about it. It’s a good thing Paul doesn’t know about this blog of mine, otherwise everybody would be call me “pocket pussy” too.