Sex Education

unclerexy SG

So boring, it is always the same topic again and again. I guess I should change to a more relevant topic one day. But like a teacher on a scholarship, when MOE asked him to teach Biology when Maths is his favourite subject, can he say no? He gets paid. Whether a miserable salary, or one day's life. Depending on who his employer is.

So here we go again, more sex education.

I recall in another post I mentioned about some nickname called “Erector” which my secondary school classmate gave me long long ago. Well, that was merely the tip of the iceberg as a teenager going through puberty. After that episode, surely the problems either went away, or it aggravated if no right counsellor or teacher appeared.

And so, in 1996 iirc in Sec 3, I got my first internet connection. Back then, I was merely on a 33.6kbps dialup connection, talk about the internet becoming faster! Even my 3mbps ADSL now is considered slow to download pornography from earthquake-devasted japanese servers these days.

Where was I? Getting old le.

Oh. Hence yes, in 1996, where I knew no such thing as Google, I recall I went to some search engine which I totally cannot remember what's the name, and I typed in the noun “orgasm”. I heard a lot of it in secondary school, all the other boys were talking about it, and surely the Internet could teach me how to get a good one. And true enough, it did not only get me a good orgasm, it brought me a visual aid, one image of a Blonde woman sitting nude on her porch at her American home and for the first time in my life I saw a nude woman.

Within a few months later, I discovered how a vagina looks like, thanks to the 33.6kbps dialup connection once again. I cannot remember what happened during NS, if I vaguely remember, I suddenly lost interest in women and became engrossed in something more exciting... called Pokemon. I was playing Pokemon Blue/Red/Yellow/Green in camp and listening to Sun Yanzi's first albums, and sex and what naught meant nothing to me. Sure I had the usual libido, wanking in the toilets and bedrooms when nobody noticed.

Then, come University, when everybody were getting girlfriends and staying in hostels where the internet connection was super fast. I had my first exposure to high speed downloads and access to pornography which amazed me. The Japanese were so beautiful! For one, I was straight. My other guy classmates were surfing some porn on Old Granny Pussies Wet and Slimy, and asking me to check those out; my female project mates were openly watching lesbian anime.

Out of a sudden, all the guys surfing porn together with me got married straight after graduation, and those female project mates who were watching lesbian anime, started getting ang moh boyfriends.

Yeah, and there was I, still using porn. Lagging behind the rest in the rat and pussy chase. Sorry for the crude language.

Out of seemingly nowhere, I recalled amongst all the guy friends I had, there was this joker who was a scholar like I was.. I was.. no longer.. ha. And he pointed out that porn is EVIL. Really really evil. Because it distorts the perception a guy has towards the female gender.

I hated that guy. Because he was good looking, rich, and had the most beautiful and submissive girlfriend. But then I thought, maybe he WAS right. My perception of women was degrading, offensive, and I had no idea how porn had screwed up my life and deprived me of a proper relationship.

Out of nowhere, I got religious, and then after checking out several different books, funny that every religion (book or no book) all suggests that sex should be kept indoors, not in front of the camera.

Now I am not suggesting that porn is Evil, like my goodie-two-shoe buddy did. I am just stating in no certain fashion that these are just actors and actresses, and they come together in front of the production site, the director says action, and the women starts to moan. The guy puts on the condom, sticks the rod into her, she pretends as if she is enjoying it, and maybe she really is, and five minutes later the director says cut in japanese and the guy doesn't cut off his dick, he just takes it out and prepares for the next scene.

Then from missionary position to doggie, from doggie to sixty-nine, one scene after one scene, one NG after one NG. Have you ever noticed how many guys they normally need on one set?

I did. Once, I counted at least 14.

Two cameramen. Director. Scriptwriter. Three naked males. The bloke responsible for the makeup. The bloke responsible for the pantry and water. The bloke holding the lighting. The bloke holding the reflectors. And so on. And only one woman. At best, two sometimes for a single warehouse shot.

Orgy anybody?

Camera, action, roll!

Still, it really does not matter isn't it? Just this Saturday, I went to a hotel, and called a local pizza hut service. I told them my hotel name, and the guy over the phone I want my pizza. The guy said ok, 45 minutes, and told me $250 for two shots. I said ok, then I waited for 2 hours and still my pizza did not come. Had to go downstairs to the Hotel counter and ask the lady to extend for another hour, then finally when I did consider logging out from the Hotel, the door bell rang. I realised I was in for trouble when through the peeping hole I saw two caucasian women, one short and plump, one tall and skinny.

The two caucasians said, didn't you order two? I said, yeah but I meant one chinese pizza with two shots, not two hawaiian one each!

Spare you the details.

They took $50 each from me and left. I ate Japanese instant porn straight out from the microwave instead.