Boy, that worked! Knew the options ought to be there somewhere, and voila! Not exactly intuitive how to move everything around, though I am sure they think it is, but all my favorite options are now restored, and some new ones as well.

Despite having tried repeatedly and unsuccessfully to associate file types to VLC instead of WMP, and despite my frustration at finding a VLC option to associate stuff to, somehow, almost like magic, the Properties menu did the deed. Baffled what I was doing wrong before, but all is well now. And somehow, after hours of trying to fix the Permissions so that I can move, edit, download, etc., now apparently I have got the whole system to agree that I, as sole user and administrator of a home machine, can have access to do anything to the files that I want.

If I go to a list of files and double click on any video or audio file type now, it will automatically open in VLC the way it is supposed to. i prefer double click mode for that to make sure my finger has not gone rogue and started operating like the German scientist's arm in Dr. Strangelove, or for mystery fans, The Hands of Mr. Ottermole. Possessed with a power of their own, my fingers may twitch once by accident or eveil intent not my own, so clicking twice is a useful safeguard in my case.

When I tried opening a file from a menu just now, I already had VLC open and properly configured to my taste. However, going directly from a Search or other list of files does not seem to show the same useful VLC configuration and options, and it does not seem to want to re-edit them either. Grrr. One of Nature's mysteries (silent "t"), I guess.

So am content with how things stand, and grateful for the truly practical insight and guidance. Later, there will be another go at mTorrent, which has not been allowing me to download files from an incomplete torrent and do various other standard things because it insisted I do not have permission to add, change, or otherwise manipulate the files that no one else has access too. I think that in the course of doing the VLC configuration and file associations, I have also finally (crossing fingers) got the Permissions all in my hands at last. In which case, I can possibly seed more stuff that I was seeding before The Great Computer Upgrade of 2015 and Me v It cyber confrontation. I mean, maybe now it won't be all balky when I try to make something available that always used to be available.

Feeling a little optimistic now, and very grateful.

new, faster home computer. Reinstalled VLC and now have version 2.2.0. I thought I had the latest and greatest but apparently not.

Anyway, back in the Old Days, if I found an .avi file on my machine using Windows Explorer of a Search function, all I had to do
was double click and it would open in VLC. No more.

When I ran a video file in VLC I used to be able to step through it one frame at a time. That option has now fanished.

Also had a little dot on the menu at the bottom, the menu that allows me to move to the next or previous file already loaded.
That little dot allowed me to save the frame being viewed. Not anymore.

Now I have to go to the Video tab up top and select the Capture menu item, instead of my former one-click ease.

Have just screwed around with all this for over half an hour on the VLC web page and elsewhere.

Can some wise person just tell me how to fix this stuff please? It's probably easy as sin, but I need all the help I can get.

Many thanks.

Sht! Betrayed by photo attachments again. Second try.

Oh. Also. If you have not seen Paul Rudd in Ant-Man, you may not know that he trimmed down and beefed up to the point that when he joined in the bizarre, celebrity-packed "Wet, Wild, American Summer" sequel (of sorts), at least one of the original actors making his returned complained that it was unfair that Rudd should have gotten so many years younger while the rest of the cast had gotten older. I kept thinking there was a character who looked a lot like a young Paul Rudd, but since they were pretty careless crediting the actors, it was not until quite a few episodes later I could say with certainty that the actor in question really was The Man himself. Remarkable.

Too many to list them all for me, too, and their appeal shifts in and out of my awareness anyway. Glad to see Mark Ruffalo has some fans. He's not only a hunk, but a citizen activist and smart. Seems like he'd be a lot of fun for anyone to play with. Same way I feel about Gerard Butler. A threesome with those men would be a glorious way to die.

Lots of people seem to like Chris Pratt, who certainly does have an appeal I would not resist, but he is rather conspicuously eager for everyone to know how christianist he is and how much of a proudly gun-toting reich-whinger. Otoh, while I seem to remember him saying in some interview that he did not want any more shirtless scenes because etc., no such statement turned up in a quick online search. But I did find this intriguing revelation:

“If I only gave a quarter of my sperm donations to a clinic, I could still do it. In my late teens and early twenties? Oh jeez,
     you could have taken that much sperm out just by doing my laundry, or cleaning my sheets and laundering my socks… If
     I thought about it, I would have made a fortune myself.”

Skipping over athletes and any current celeb other than actors, Keanu Reeves still looks good to me. Ben Browder is a terrific actor,
able to play romantic lead, dashing science-fiction adventure hero, and broad comedy with pratfalls. The movies I wish he would make, however, would be wildly popular here, pretty much whoever his co-star is.

Someone liked "Ryan," and did not seem to think there was any need for disambiguation. Me, I'll happily surrender utterly to any of the big three– Reynolds, Kwanten, or Gosling. I think Kwanten is trying to be a real actor, not just a fantasy of golden youth at the peak of perfection. And I think Taylor Lautner, a somewhat similar hunk ("Have Abs, Will Travel") will go on to have a long career if he's not already so filthy rich that it doesn't matter. Don't know whether they have two brain cells between them, but I am quite sure of what they do have, and would love to spend a weekend with them learning all about it.

BTW, do you know that Ryan G. personally built the table his character builds in "The Notebook"? Or that he got that part because they wanted someone who was "not too handsome." HAhaHAhaHAhaHAHAHA!

So now we know he fapped in bed and collected the evidence in a handy sock. I wonder did he shoot directly into it, perhaps using
the footwear as a protective buffer between cock and hand the entire time, or just used it at the finish -- as if he were practicing his aim to be ready to take full advantage of potential possible future opportunities.

The comments were in regard to The Delivery Man, a movie about an overweight guy and a sperm bank, apparently. As dedicated as he is as an actor, he gained a lot of weight for the role, then had to take it off again because the real money is in having the kind of rock-ribbed body one associated with someone playing a superhero.

He also said, "I was always a very much naked person. I loved to always get naked. I was very free, so I thought, I may as well get paid.” He continued to share that at age 18 he worked several gigs with the most memorable one being for his friend’s grandmother’s birthday party where he was paid $40.

You can read more of that at: http://www.homorazzi.com/article/chris-pratt-male-stripper-past-shirtless-pics-fat-diet/#ixzz3sj1JbMrQ

We have visuals that Justin B. performed naked for (his grandmother, wasn't it?) using his guitar as a cache-sexe, but I doubt Pratt's early self-exploitation was anything like what Dancing Bear employees get up to. Dammit. And however much he wants you to know he goes to church on Sunday, he also likes beer on Saturday night, so there may be some hope for him.

DB Sweeney is a solid performer but doesn't seem to have a name that opens movies, though I have no doubt he could open me if he wanted to. Perhaps you were one of those who fell for him as the hockey player turned ice dancer in "The Cutting Edge." He may never look like that again, but he's certainly man enough for some people.

Chris Pine and Chris Evans have moved forward (would make for exciting double team action, just as Taylor Kinney and Taylor Kitch would) while Brendan Fraser is rather in retreat. He no longer looks like George of the Jungle, but did more acting in his first five minutes on screen in "Gods and Monsters" than many successful actors do in their entire lives.

He's a lust object in that movie, but the gay lead character in the overlooked and underrated "Twilight of the Golds." Of course he is also able to be a swashbucking adventurer saving us from The Mummy and has made a mint with silly comedies. But he is also smart as a whip, and even the way he looked in the last pictures of him I saw, maybe a couple of years ago now, he is guaranteed to be perfectly entertaining and intellectually stimulating in between bouts of doing what would be the stuff of legend, if only….

Another man who can do comedy and actual drama is Paul Rudd. Inclined toward scripts with fart jokes, he has also played Shakespeare on Broadway, among other appearances treading the boards, as they say. Started out in 1969 playing Donald for three weeks in Philadelphia in "The Boys in the Band." Kewl.

He was the hunky groom on "Friends" as that tv series finally ended, and Nick Carraway in The Great Gatsby, so he's gotten around some. My favorite movie of his, highly recommended, is "The Object of My Affection," where he is a gay man helping pregnant Anniston after she dumped her louse of a boyfriend. That picture is also worth seeking out diligently because it contains one of the last performances by the late Nigel Hawthorn, legendary British actor who shocked many by bringing his male lover to the Oscars when that was still not the done thing.

Oh, Bradley Cooper, of course. Furry Zac Efron. And Russell Tovey, lately on Broadway and star of stage and screen, including being a regular on a fistful of British sitcoms unknown to Murricans. (Their loss.) Watch him cavort naked as he transforms from human to wolf on the original British version of "Being Human." Watch his ears steal every scene unless he naked butt is in it.

Maybe no one here watched The DaVinci Code's three seasons and thus missed peeping handsome Tom Riley. And similarly Dan Feuerriegel, the irresistible gay gladiator who outlived Spartacus, along with his lover, in that infernally bloody carnage. Alas, he was not one of the principals who demonstrated full frontal appeal. Or butt appeal either, unless I misremember. Sure hope his career is long and rewarding though.

Does anyone else think Jesse Spencer, former teen idol from Oz, is eye candy? Well, maybe not. Also on the tv machine these days is someone named Jake McDorman, the lead in "Unlimited," a television series operating as a sort of sequel to the Bradley Cooper movie of the same name. Cooper makes occasional appearances. If Jake is tied up, Stephen Amell and his look-alike brother Robby can compare their moves and stamina in another threesome that one of us would find well worth doing.

And finally, though there could definitely be more, there's Warhol superstar Joe Dallesandro, retired now, but someone who will always be the most devastatingly handsome man I've ever met. That was back when he was doing "Trash" and becoming famous and more famous all the time, partly because of the rather imaginary version of his life portrayed by Lou Reed in "Walk on the Wild Side."

Could have provided more of a list and made fewer remarks, but it isn't just the body that makes me interested in someone, but who he is or seems to be. Gosling's music is my idea of worth listening to (check YouTube), and not much like anyone else's. Fraser and Sweeney are among those who have made some very interesting career choices far from the beaten path. All of these guys could spend the rest of their lives filling any Broadway house doing "The Changing Room" and "Take Me Out," because there should never be a shortage of fans wanting yet another opportunity to memorize every inch of detail in those extended ensemble scenes of full nudity.

When still a boy I read that the physical completion of puberty, in terms of sexual maturity, was when the pubes turned curly. So I kept an eye on that issue.

And a marriage manual at the library (pre-Internet, pre VHS and DVDs) said the best time for fucking was first thing in the morning after a nice sleep so that everyone is refreshed and ready. Don't recall whether it made any comment on the familiar hardon that often occurs when a man awakens.

Sometimes called a "piss hardon," it may not actually be a bladder-related phenomenon, but for those with the time and privacy, starting the day with a boner calling attention to itself and reminding you that you are a highly sexual beast, automagically standing at the ready, almost as if the camouflage as a flaccid nonthreat was not a man's actual fallback condition.

Seeing such waking boners in porn is tricky, because they don't necessarily time themselves for the camera's convenience (or yours, for that matter), and any "hidden" or "spy" cam video is as likely to be as faked as those scenes of alleged straits being molested while passed out (if that were a woman being groped, it would be called rape, which is another topic for someone else to talk about if they want).

Whatever. Actual spontaneous morningwood on camera has reportedly been observed in some of the Big Brother seasons here and there (or since I'm in the US of A, episodes taking place there, or there, or there, but oh, my stars and bars, not here in the squaky clean land of the free yadda yadda yadda).

There was, almost a decade ago, a short-lived US reality show about fraternity life in which one of the brothers did show his rod briefly upon awakening, but whoever edited that scene either did not notice or figured it was too short to worry about. Always wished I knew the name of the show so I could hunt for a copy.

But while I'm fairly sure anyone reading this knows a lot about morningwood from personal experience of self and others, it does not seem to be a subject where jocks, soldiers, sailors, frat boys, or men in any other condition of life talk about it. More like something so well known and obvious as not to be interesting or worthy of remark.

Which is fine until at some point you are old enough to discover one unwelcome day that you don't have a wake up hardon and have not had one since… well, can't remember. Think of that. How odd.

It's not like you wank much less or with less drive and enthusiasm than you used to, but the familiar appearance of your did in full readiness mode has somehow sneaked away-- kinda like, maybe, the way it arrived, such a natural thing that you may not have noticed it in the morning more than any other time when you got a "stiffie," perhaps without even having that little boy's name for the experience.
And then when it became regular and routine, it was just one more unsorted effect of puberty.

You might have talked with same-age friends about jacking off or been curious to discuss whether they had ever actually had a wet cum. But discussing how long you've been having your little soldier at attention for the dawn patrol seems less likely. And then when the good and faithful soldier begins sleeping in, it's hardly something to broadcast.

So here I am asking-- what is your experience and age when first noting you got erect at the start of each day? And if you have stopped having that daily self-esteem boost and it happens less often or basically not at all, did you notice the change? How old were you, and how did you feel once you realized what was (not) happening? How do you feel about it now?

Are you asking about the response to one's own spontaneous boner, or about how much one might enjoy discovering the situation faced by someone else: "Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me." –Mae West.

Always nice when your best friend pops up and shows vigorous signs of life, even if just checking out the situation.

Also great to see someone out walking, exercising, showering, or showing the natural effect of being crunched up in a small seat on a long flight.

Whether you think an uncontrolled display by, say, a high school wrestler (as in all those YouTube videos, is a hot reminder of manly equipment ("When properly viewed/ Everything is lewd" -- Tom Lehrer) or think it is funny because the recently pubescent jock still has little control over the body part that will please him most in the rest of his life, now that he has started to discover its gifts, its capabilities, and occasional physical inconveniences (ill-timed NON boners is a related but opposite problem that may be discovered at any age, though esp. among the old.)

Besides being the kind of thing that can cause merriment in others, like the sudden voice shift that may happen when a developing teen is speaking in class, there is also the embarrassment factor. Laughing or snickering can be a common result among those experiencing the temporary shame vicariously, almost as if laughing about it says (deep voice:) "Not ME."

Please see the Health and Fitness forum for a related question concerning "morningwood."

Yes. (I see what you did there). People taste different, too, and even the same person's load can vary from bitter to savory to sweet on different occasions. Elsewhere in these forums we learn that spunk from self-pleasuring is different from partnered jizz. Don't know if that is true, but it sounds like a claim worthy of study.

addic2porn: i don't because i read it is unsafe

And you believe everything you read? Even though it has been demonstrated and in this news this very week that someone found an untrue statement on the Internet?

Supposed you knew for a fact that the man you were sucking was free of HIV and every other disease, as well as freshly scrubbed, his wedding tackle antiseptically sanitary. What would your alibi be then? Headache? Why not just say you think it is disgusting and that you would prefer to fuck or befucked– unless, perhaps, some hot and horny man wants to swallow all of you, full length and every pearlescent drop.

ididit: Usually not. But can be hot, for me it's a feeling of being a little bit closer to a person.

Having the orgasmically released DNA from a mighty ejaculation as a result of your efforts to bring pleasure to another also incorporates their DNA into you, wherever it is absorbed. (No genetic change implied.)

batangtegak: I swallow only from my loved one. It is not about the taste but rather sense of accomplishment when I managed to give the ultimate arousal until he ejaculate.

Now there we get to the heart of the matter and the matter of the heart. That sense of accomplishment is not much different than a man must feel when he goes down on a woman and brings her to orgasm with his dedicated skill and experience.

There is a Sean Cody advert banner in which David and Tanner are naked and lying side by side on their backs, fapping. When one of his buddy's squirts goes high enough and far enough to leave a stream across Tanner's face, he turns and smiles in apparent appreciation or at least sharing in the happiness of such rocket-propelled cum. Perhaps orgasms just make him happy, even if they are not his own.

Some people have what might be called a fetish concerning cum. It makes them feel sexy and manly to participate in the ultimate climax of sexual activity. The money shot in videos, as in real life, is proof of concept, so to speak, no pun intended. Some people think it is rude to spit, and while women often find that messy man juice icky and yucky and even more revolting than even the very idea of sucking the hose that releases the satisfying tension relief that results from the potency of a capable breeding mechanism once again doing what inherently improves the mood and increases self-esteem.

Look at that smug post-jack look on the contented face of a stud suddenly drained of all tension, every visible muscle now utterly relaxed but still happy to offer a butch two-thumbs-up, pleased with yet another job well done.

Like any orgasm, there is obviously much more going on than the physical release of seed and semen, which is why some people believe man cream to have what might be called magical powers, as if it truly is a Youth Serum that keeps both donor and the one gifted with the juice vital and alive even apart from any nutritional function.

Swallowing is just one possible part of the male-male sex process, and not everyone finds it important or pleasant, but certainly a lot of men do. If it is a st8 man erupting into you, you are getting what his women get, or at least what they would get if they were as devoted to his pleasure as the lucky man who takes her place with the unfortunate dude who is suffering from oral deprivation. Isn't even insulting to reject a man's essence once it has been offered to the world.

Ancient Greece and Rome had phallic cults to worship the creative force of the male, complete with lucky charms in the shape of hard dicks, sometimes with wings (Henry Miller said an erection was "like lead with wings," which is my idea of a brilliant phrase that Alex Pope would agree meets his definition of "true wit"-- something often noticed but ne'er so well expressed. Bhutan in the Himalayas has so many phallic objects, monuments, and paintings that there are even commercial tours for dick fans who may have thought the sacred "filth" of Pompeii was not nearly enough. Oh-- and Japan still holds an annual phallic festival, though it is probably not a lot like the seriously devoted cockworship going on in any popular bathhouse or sauna where men can be found to celebrate the needs of fertile men.

Like couch potatoes unwinding with buds, beer, and afternoon football on the electric television machine, the sharing of the most intimate body fluid is a bonding of men that unites us separately from the way women bond in sisterhood and different still from the convergence of yin and yang. For those who think of what their balls create and penis releases, it can seem at time that sex with a partner is an almost religious ritual involving a sacred fluid and the most powerful form of, um, cummunion of men.

hhsq:  All we really get from life is pleasure.

Happy to hear your experience, but it is different from mine.

How to boost torrents, that is, not chemical enhancements.

Put up a request. FAQ says it can be boosted in a while. Neither that forum FAQ nor the general gaytorrent.ru FAQ seems to explain what boosting is or how to do it.

If that is a way to keep an increasingly ancient request up front and visible, boosting my plea would be great. For me, anyway. But how do I do that? Must be some simple way, but like finding yr way to the Request forum to begin with, it seems to be tricky for those of us with limited cognitive abilities.

This is a topic that might stay alive in a useful and instructive way, so four months since the last comment, here I'm

Went to PopShop and read their promos. Seemed to know what they were doing and to have assessed variables and
details, so I took 'em up on their Buy 3 Get 1 offer. That was many months ago and so far I've not come close to using
up the first one I opened.

What with one thing and another, the others are still sealed tight, so I cannot compare and contrast, but at this rate they
will all have dried up by the time I get to them. Perfectly happy with the one I've been using, and suspect any one that
appeals to you would be satisfactory, but obviously my knowledge of this producer's product is highly restricted.

Payment and delivery were easy and quick. Seems to be a real business with one specialty and a commitment to quality
and getting it right. Could be a fairly safe way of getting ahold of a test bottle to discover how it works for you in  your
circumstances, but if poppers are what you want, these are them.

Prices at a shop in Toronto a few years ago shocked me, but then it had been years since my last previous purchase and
maybe all the hassles have affected pricing in general.

Has anyone else tried this shop? What was that experience like as a customer and what evaluation can you offer in terms
of your chosen label name in terms of what you know about how it works in practice to enhance or modify your experience?

At any rate, I do not notice any decline from what I last used, back when, and think it compares favorably to the actual
poppers that were snapped to release the contents one time and then discarded. Hence the name. Like packing bubbles,
they popped and never spilled liquid anywhere because there was none.

I think even then, pre-plague, it was not actually genuine Amyl, but for all I know it might well have been. Again, I don't
have enough personal experience to compare these products (or any others) to the real thing.

Considering the number of suggestions for using hits to relax the sphincter for a bottom, esp. a first-timer, there really could
be a sticky topic if enough people kept hope alive, and there is certainly not as much product report data as some kind of
Yelp-style detail could provide. My suspicion is that usage has fallen off in the last couple of decades, but I'm not exactly
in the mainstream of the social circles where such information might be shared.

"Eating cum from used condoms" is a video at this site.

https://www.gaytorrent.ru/details.php?id=240cda1d9777177f721e650ad4175fa3ae0a2e1402618118

Some people thought it was disgusting and unhealthy for anyone to collect used rubbers found in the wild near popular human mating grounds known esp. to be frequented by teens and other student-age folk.

After some looking around, your reporter discovered that there is was only a portal to a whole perversion previously unknown to me. Huh! Naive to the last, apparently. Or is it a perversion after all. at least within the context of jaded fans of male porn. (What comes after "jaded"? That's so last century.)

So, as I was saying, there is a whole THING involving used condoms. Some use the discovered juice as lube, mostly for jackoff and refilling the already one-filled seed pod. Some, of course, savor the nutrition, which as we all know (not that I can get anyone to talk about it because maybe I'm not worth insulting or, like those strait men (all strait men, apparently) who look at dicks in hetero porn, everyone is afraid to leave the famous Egyptian river) has a metaphysical, psychological, spiritual dimension in the same way that mechanical theorems don't actually document why a good orgasm makes you Happy– whether it is yours or one you caused.

I think that is pretty weird, too, but once again, I'm all alone.

So far, if you are into anonymous sex acts with the "vital bodily fluids" of strangers, cum sucking and jacking off are understandable. But then there is a whole thing where dudes want to piss in the used rubber and THEN put it on for happy, happy playtime. Not that I'm conceding the bathroom should be confused with the bedroom and vice versa, it's not some moral objection to urolagia, but I really don't get it.

So that's what piqued my curiosity, and then someone mentioned the devil's dick and I had to look it up in the Urban Dictionary (well, Bing led me there as fast as Google probably would have). Haven't I often wished I could have a creamy load from a friend, even if it is not obtained fresh and hot from the spigot.

But as an alternative to dealing with the DNA of completely unknown strangers, some people do solicit filled condoms from friends and lovers, and others happily receive such personal gifts from their online fans, and perhaps even play with their new sex toy on camera, making the depositor part of the interaction far more than Skype ever could. (Though one hears there are major advances in teledildonics, and since there are videos here of various electrostim devices being used successfully, there must be places that discuss, describe, and assess such things, with commentary. Kind of the way Erewhon details drug laws, chemical pharmacology, use, impacts, and affects, with abundant input from cybernauts collecting field data. Have not pursued such a thought. Might give a whole new meaning to "palm pilot.")

So there is a whole raft of dudes enjoying the usufructs of a used condom after the device was created. While Shakespeare spoke of "an expense of spirit in a waste of shame" a condom was not exactly where he was thinking the "spirit" would be expended .Whatever. Some people fill the condom multiple times until there is an abundance of juice, saving it in the freezer for their own use, or gifting it to a friend or online entertainer. The cumsicle melts into a gaping ass and become lube to mimic the experience of "sloppy seconds" of the kind of feeding frenzy some cumdumps may yield to in the excess of their vile and filthy pig passion.

You can make your own and use it or enjoy someone else using the frozen fluid (The Devil's Dick, per folklore, is ice cold). You can have the collection added to via a stochastic process as the containment vessel for this icy future deposit is passed around like traveling bukkake. At the end, it can be inserted rectally, orally, used as skin cream (see post under Health and Beauty). With the recipes in the semonology bar guide and similar cookbook, the ingredients can be shared that way with guests. They can be made into ice cubes for drinks or, perhaps (anyone heard of such a thing?) used as anal bead transformers that don't melt in your hand like cheap candy, but change into lube. You might say "It's a floor wax AND a dessert topic" if you are old enough and maintain enough memory for yesterday's madness.

And you can put it all on live cam for shows, for one-on-one paired perving, or just for personal enjoyment, if that's the kind of thing yr into.

And so at last the old fool winds down and dares ask for a solution for his dilemma. One-word answers will be disqualified because commentary IS required. Note that what is requested is enlightenment and input toward documenting authentic folkways, not fiction or fantasy. And, please, no insults.

When I encountered this curious urology arcana recently, and specifically the slurping of freshly ejaculated anonycum, two questions came to mind almost at once, first one, and then its counterpart. Not referring to cleaning up Lover's Lane the morning after the night before, but in general terms concerning some kind of enjoyment or use of a used condom--

1. That's weird. Does anyone actually do this?

2. What's new? Hasn't everyone done this at least once?

The dilemma horns have just been named. Which question is more relevant to what you believe to be fairly common, like listening to a roommate masturbate or checking the dicks at public urinals. And maybe there really is no "typical" experience. Not everyone has ever had a wet dream, caught anyone jacking off, been caught himself. Some people wank in the shower, some before getting out of bed in the a.m. or after crawling into bed in the p.m. Videos, prose, or hardcopy visuals may or may not be utilized. And at the completion of the exercise, there may be a spew all over, a carefully manipulated deposit in cloth or paper. Some people only shoot their load into bathroom porcelain, whether at home or abroad. In a private video booth, one may marks one's territory or just ignore the splashes instead of hiding the evidence.

Maybe it is just silly for me to think a filled condom is recyclable. Videos are hardly evidence of the real world, or no one would ever ejaculate inside anyone or anything except the viewfinder of a camera, so....

Stories and anecdotes welcome. Of course, I'm not prying or asking for indiscreet personal revelations, but people hear stuff. People talk.
Do you know of anyone, perhaps a FOAF (friend of a friend) who secretly savored a roommate's protection? I know of one instance where a man was pissed at his girlfriend for not being on the pill, thus forcing him (those days are gone now) to use a rubber. He tied a knot in the end and sent it to a gay friend, who proceeded to suck all the flavor from inside and outside except as required for a vicarious recap of the original juice.

Or maybe you know men who always practice safe(r) anal sex, and then taking or sharing the cream as a sort of "snowball" the way paid pros sometimes do in the movies. Or where someone gets carried away with man or woman and does not pull out in time for the camera to catch the "money shot," but empties the lovin' spoonful onto his partner in some way.

All I really know is what I do or did, but since I've not watched everyone "do their thing" in person, heaven only knows what everyone else this is "normal." I didn't realize until very long after puberty that most people seem to think gay sex means ass fucking, and probably everyone had put me in some related scenario rather than down on floor getting chewing gum on my knees.

So what condom fetishes and play have you seen, read about (nifty?), or learned of from friends or online sources.

And which of those two questions comes closer to the truth?

1. Does anyone actually do this?

2. Hasn't everyone done this at least once?

There is a Kahlil Gibran squib in which, as I recall it, a man says, "I have discovered a new pleasure." Then an angel and a devil show up to
comment. One says: "It is a blessing." The other says, "It is a sin."

You will notice he does not attribute either claim any more than I said which of those two thoughts struck me first.

Hmm. Makes me think of those logic puzzles where one man always tells the truth and the other only ever, ever tells lies. Which is which? Oh, that's easy, you just.... and you are hooked for way too much time even if it is not too late to unkink any of the muddle filling whatever is left of your mind.

Or perhaps that, too, is just me.

That sure is one hot beach picture of him displaying his highly alluring personal pointer.

I wish we could all believe that Mr. T is bi, but I believe that assumes facts not in evidence. With no other data on hand, he could just as easily have been pranking the interview to see how she would respond, or hinting at being something he is so absolutely NOT that the mere suggestion would seem hilarious. To him.

The question certainly seems to have had a spontaneous answer, though he is not the first to be asked to describe his fantasy fuck in some detail (though not asked so crudely). It could as well have been prepared. It might well have come up before leaving him puzzling for how to respond in some memorable and thoroughly dismissive way without actually saying, "That's a really dumb question."

Whether he has standards and ideals for partners of either sex is not a settled matter for me, but what is at least abundantly clear is that he doesn't give a shit what people think that answer means about how "masculine" and "normal" (inhibited), and "str8" he is. And, as I have just attempted, perhaps rather incoherently, to argue at considerable length earlier today, the more people who embrace (even just defiantly and for sensational effect or political impact) gay sex and gay rights and aggressively act as if it's perfectly all right to have gay encounters, the less repressed, unhappy, suicidal, and (gasp) unlaid everyone can be, leading to less suffering from blueballs and clogged pipes because long-term or short-term same-sex relationships are perfectly ordinary. Unremarkable. "Nothing to see here. Move on." Even just talking about such things as nonchalantly as Mr. T. did in this case, even without actual private practice of the principle, indicates that being willing and able to choose the sex of your partner (Woody Allen said that "doubles your chances of a date on Saturday night) completely acceptable in the "not that there's anything wrong with that" Seinfeld mode of acceptance.

My rant is here

https://forum.gaytorrent.ru/index.php?topic=37845.0

You might at least be interested in the link to a couple of photos of Mr. Jonas and his attractively draped trousers that I just posted.

Greeks also believed in m/f coupling with men on the side. In the Middle Ages, marriage had nothing to do with love. You were betrothed appropriately by your parents for considerations like money, position, and property. All those Golliard poets teaching the now standardly accepted signs of True Love– sighing, moping, loss of appetite-- that was stuff they invented, but the sentiments were not for husbands and wives to share with each other.

Around the time of the American revolution, Pride and Prejudice appeared, with a bevy of unwed daughters to foist upon someone, preferably with out the little slip's objection. Courting and dating under the evil eye of chaperons was hardly to encourage tender feelings, but rather to prevent such feelings from being acted on. Which is why in Victorian England, maybe half a century later, the men all politely sat still for such fustian pretense and then stopped at a local whorehouse to relieve the stress. There was one on nearly every corner in those days, and very useful and practical it was, too.

Don't know why anyone ever let "the fairer sex" ("Fairer! Huh! As if.) take away such sensible outlets for the needs of the less fair with their craven animal appetites for procreative-type activities. They might as well have shut down taverns because you could get food and drink there-- more sensual appetites, and equally necessary, but.... Well, eventually they did shut down the bars, at least in the U.S., making a lot of unsavory people rich (and/or dead) and generally lowering the quality of booze and sending any remaining "good stuff" into hiding. My brand new corollary to Gresham's Law: Cheap, bad booze drives good stuff off the market. You read it here first.

Sade wrote a truly disgusting book called "120 Days of Sodom," and any movie with that title is one that would likely be sickeing, but what's 120 days, not even four full months, among friends and strangers like us?

He might be afraid to get into some kind of sword fight with John Hamm or have other reasons for pretending that big, thick tube is a "mic wire." Microphone, maybe (what does subumbilical flesh sound like at rest?), but he is calling it a wire, and he may be telling the truth, but I say that's baloney.

Okay, so that was the Pee Wee Herman look. It said I was posting two pictures, and I did look at the preview, but now all I see is one, so trying again. Here's looking at him, kid! And yeah, we WILL always have Paris.

There is nothing he could wear that he would not be more attractive without, in my opinion, but the Huffington Post, aka the Click Through Gazette, says he looked great arriving at the American Music Awards, another of the glut of awards extravaganzas designed to make everyone more rich, popular, and successful while helping keep track of industries out of control and to help networks avoid paying actual writers, directors, actors, and others, to create entertaining, thoughtful, quality fiction.

I have just posted an endless and meandering rant about the actor/singer and the importance of increasingly visible mainstream acceptance of gays just as if we are human, too, over at: https://forum.gaytorrent.ru/index.php?topic=37845.0

He's what? 22? No, 23 as of September 16. ZOMG how can  be be that young and that splendid? And on OUR side, at that, even though he is yet another str8 playing a gay role. More than once, in fact. Used to be a career-ender, or at least feared as such, but now most of the famous successes of Hollywood, England, and Oz have played a gay character. Does anyone think Wolverine is pandering? Jeff Bridges was a rough trade hustler in his first feature film. Most recently Modern Family's Reid Ewing has come out, though that phrase may not be strictly and literally correct since, like director John Waters, he says he was never in the closet. Add in Zachary Quinto from Star Trek joining George Takei from the original television series, and it's beginning to feel like a landslide. No wonder so many NON gays are willing to support their coworkers and friends (and family! See Johnny Depp talking about his daughter, for instance) are taking an increasingly activist stance.

At the end of that disorganized argument that the mainstreaming of gay/lesbian acceptance and normality, as in fictional characters who just happen to be gay but not the crux of the plot, just there as part of the story), I said I would post this, so here it is. The "story," such as it is, contained at the HuffPoo link, says:

Nick Jonas arrived at the American Music Awards, where he is nominated and scheduled to perform,
          in Los Angeles Sunday night in a sharp gray Topman suit. He didn't pair it with a typical button down
          shirt, but an extremely on-trend, fleece turtleneck from the same brand instead.

Seeing as it was a reported 83 degrees in LA Sunday, the look is an interesting choice to say the least.
          But an unconventional look is  not so surprising coming from Jonas. Who remembers his Pee Wee Herman
          inspired look from the 2015 Grammys?

Okay, imagine my surprise to have them hint that anyone outside the industry actually watched the Grammys.

The real excuse for the story seems to have been that they thought we would enjoy looking at the outstanding pulchritude in their two photos.

Don't know about you, but it was not his choice of shirts and sweaters that drew my eye for direct and continued analysis of the way his clothing drapes and the possible meaning to be deduced. A recently reported academic study suggests that "straight" men were noticing the same thing that I was, but perhaps you have sartorial interests of a different kind.

Anyone else like what they see? And he's not even shirtless.

Comic actor Pee Wee Herman probably was not wearing an outfit similar to Jonas when he was caught pleasuring himself in a movie theater some years ago, but the reference does make me think of Jonas doing something similar while wearing either of the outfits shown. At any rate, the look better on the original site, where details can be more closely inspected.

dx8090210 asks "Why is this important"

1. Did anyone say it was?

2. Have you SEEN Nick Jonas?

3. Yet another example of a highly successful musician/actor who is "straight but not narrow" and not intimidated by a fear that
some people might claim he is gay because they want him, or even because scum claim he is gay as if that is a bad thing to be,
esp. if you are young, beautiful, successful, talented, and popular as the former Disney boy band teen idol who used to flaunt his
"chastity ring" until he saw the light (or stars!) and got over it.

As for not denying it, why should he? If that's one of his chosen frolics, good for him. Just because some people are interested does not mean they have a right to know, any more than we have a right to see every celebrity dick just because we want to oogle them all and maybe get to play up close and personal with what we are looking at. It's not exactly as if lots of uninterested dudes have already seen the sacred wedding tackle already, and it's not as if these idols aren't sleeping with you because they are oh-so-phobic. If they were gayer than an Ungaro spring frock and no more straight than a rainbow, you and I still aren't going to sample those wares.

And if he is NOT gay or bi or heteroflexible or some other category of Not Interested, No Applications Accepted– then why deny it. His friends know better, his enemies will believe and say whatever they want anyway, and if it truly is not a matter of good or bad but of Who Cares! then, responding legitimizes the suggestion and plays into the myth, but as we have learned to say about lots of things, and gay accusations (claims) in particular, it's not as if there is anything wrong about that.

Actually, the more famous people who come out in favor of acceptance for gays and equality for gays and equal rights for gays, the better
off gays are, and the better off everyone else is, too.

Or maybe that is not your idea of important, but perhaps you can imagine that some people might think that continuing to follow the
inclusiveness trend is worth doing to track progress from then till now and from now forward.

Women did not get the right to vote until men supported that right. African-Americans did not get as far as they have in the U.S. (and
I make no claim about HOW far that is) without white (mostly white MEN) supporting an end to slavery and an end to voter suppression (still some way to go there), and an end to housing and hiring and marriage discrimination.

It naturally follows that the more "straight" men and women who support the cause, the better. In fact, it might be holding everyone back if there is no option except to believe that every bigoted hunk is a self-loathing queer and that every accepting and nonjudgmental adult who goes on the record in support of gay rights is, in reality, secretly gay. It's not that no such denial has ever occurred among politicians, performers, cops, firemen, or anyone else, but it might be easier for everyone if our supporters were not all painted with the same lavender brush as if there could be no other motivation for decency and understanding.

Might it also be true that the less stigma there is on doing gay things (same-sex physical intercourse, for example), the less guilt someone might feel about exploring their curiosity? And apart from being curious about how the other side lives and whether they deliver the goods, less pressure might also mean it is easier for men to get laid if a convenient female is not available.

There is a recent book, discussed on these forums, talking about men who have sex with men and who quite distinctly do NOT label themselves as either gay or bi, but definitely straight. Gore Vidal always said he was not a homosexual, but a "homosexualist" a man who sometimes did same-sex things, as if definitions are odious and people do what they do when they do but spend MOST of their time being nonsexual-- unless thoughts are behavior, I guess.

Hence the question some have asked in these forums: I think I might be gay, how do I know? Whether the interlocutor is gay or not is all about labels, self-perception, fear of what others might think, etc. Whatever the decision, that person will do what he does and enjoy it or hate it or feel happy or guilty.

Brangelina (Mr. Pitt and Ms. Jolie) long refused to get married until gays had that right. I don't recall anyone claiming the now semi-centenarian (50 years old! How is that even possible? Yeah, yeah, I know-- one day at a time.) for the gays. More like that, please.

Saw a story a week ago where some researchers said that all women are probably at least bisexual. Just as if all men are not at least
bi! Don't have to look at the videos of straight naifs being "tricked" into a gloryhole bj from a man, or some horny cum squirter showing his abilities on cam to an alleged female instigator. They can think whatever they want, but an orgasm doesn't lie.

It says here -- https://forum.gaytorrent.ru/index.php?topic=19883.0 -- that most men looking at porn look at penises. Doesn't everyone have some interest in checking out the competition? Interestingly, women do not seem to have the same fascination with the penis that strait men seem to have for pussy-- looking at it, stroking it, eating it, plunging into it.... I always thought my horndog strait friends should be able to get some male cocksucker to take care of them even without being high on the list of turn-ons. It's not as if men and women fucking each other never think about anyone else while they are doing it.

And yeah, women are not interested in the same things men are. Obviously, most men do not have most of their sexual fantasies about athletic men on the telly or in the changing room, though women might. But what I mean is that....

Well, supposedly someone did a survey of what turns people on, and it was discovered that a man's fantasy was... DOING IT. And women?
Their idea was more like Brad Pitt with his shirt off-- doing their ironing. You might think that looks were only part of what a woman finds appealing/sexy in a man, and that thoughtfulness, caring, tenderness, etc. play a part, too. It's almost as if women who are big on foreplay and cuddling afterwards do not reduce their sexual component to a few cubic inches of flesh.

Now that there is so much hetero-anal porn and so much growing acceptance of back door penetration (heard any reports that women love it a lot, even without a prostate to masturbate from inside?) while I always thought I could not compete with a woman as long as the only passion pit that matters is the one that directly involves reproduction capabilities, now that more and more men are finding they can also really like pounding an ass, esp. with the "doggy style" position being perhaps the most popular among men whose comments have  been solicited....

Anyway. The more self confidence a man feels, the less guilt, the more horny (and, yeah, sometimes the more drunk as well), the more likely he is to take advantage of an opportunity to spread his charms to a new group of admirers.

The guy who said that men look at dicks in porn added that not one man has ever come up to him after a lecture or whenever and admitted that yeah, he likes to look. Yeah, and none of those guys ever masturbate either because they're not kids anymore, blah blah blah.

You know the old joke about the new shipmate in the Navy who asked what people did for sex during long voyages at sea? They showed him a barrel with a hole in it just the right size for someone to offer themselves for oral relief. Don't know what he thought was going on, but the young man thought things were going splendidly for him until the day someone showed up and announced, "It's your turn in the barrel."

That joke laughs at the situation and the dangerous m/m solution, but it not only provides a good metaphor for doing necessary (and perhaps unpleasant) duties, but also suggests that things can work out for the greater good if everyone agrees. Which is presumably why it is said that when a submarine leaves port it might have 100 men sharing close quarters for the duration, but will return with 50 couples.
Another joke about a possible "other side" to manly warriors at sea, and also a story of men adapting to necessity and circumstances and making willing compromises. That is, either they sex together or do without. Or, as we see from video fictions and prose, it's the old "I'll jack (suck) you if you'll do the same to me." After all, we're both men, here, with needs, and we are not going to tell anyone. No one will know. Hell, I'll even go first if you are afraid I'm trying to scam you-- but you better return the favor. And whatever happens, it stays here and we only do this if we swear it won't ruin our friendship. Have another beer."

All these fantasies, jokes working with fears and conscupiscent realities in the nature of the male animal (humanimal!) spread the meme and allow dangerous possibilities to be broached, acknowledged, discussed (scorn can be replaced by laughter), and generally tamed and brought into the realm of possibility once the public Victorian is silenced and we randy guys can have a good snicker together over our sexuality, unabashedly strait and macho as we normal, manly, hetero dudes all are.

It's like the mainstreaming of gay characters on television, where more and more lesbians and gay men turn up on crime dramas and comedies (and everywhere else) where they may be trying to adopt a child, but that isn't the fulcrum of the story. Or the dude finally gets up the nerve to ask a hot new coworker on a date and it turns out they are not oriented that way. Etc. The more normal it looks, the more normal it becomes in an endless (one hopes) feedback loop of increasing tolerance. Look at all the married het couples on the television machine these days, even in adverts, or maybe just courting or dating-- where the pair are not the same race. Not an issue. Not the subject of the script. Not an "After School Special" to educate kids. Not "a very special episode" involving Important Moral Issues.

No, they just have lots of bi-racial couples, or same-race couples with kids of a different race. It's just accepted, like having African-American middle-class suburbanites barbecuing and washing their car in the driveway next to their equally bland and middle-class white neighbors. We're hardly post-racial, but it's no longer as bravely groundbreaking as, say, "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" No, now we have The Simpsons where (wasn't it Harvey Fierstein?) it's the gay man on the hunting trip who shows up Homer's bigotry and narrow-minded assumptions that Bart is "turning gay."

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn" was a shocker when Clark Gable (reportedly a sometime "escort" in his early days) said it on screen in 1939, but who would notice the transgression today? Things do evolve, is my point, and the more whites support blacks, the more men support women (and issues like "equal pay for equal work"), and the more unterrified hetero men and women support the rest of us without doing so because they want to gain sexual favors (or cash rewards, for that matter), the better off everyone will be.

Look, there are real enemies out there, but if we all stick together without becoming them, we can get through this. The reason to oppose torture as an American value is not, as one prominent candidate claims, because it is (ooh, ick) "politically correct." Yes, it is correct, but it is also humane, decent, and one of the ways we can tell Us from Them. Or at least, one of the ways we used to tell the two apart. Now that we are being urged to have the government shut down houses of worship, round up those who are ethnically or theologically NOT politically correct, making everyone register their religion in a database and carry identity cards, there might need to remember, as Nietzsche said, that when staring into the abyss, remember it is also staring into you.

The sooner we can all bond and drop the vicious trivial, the sooner we can start living the kind of life we want, collectively. And the sooner we can live in the kind of countries we want-- countries, for example, where men can marry each other and women can marry each other, and no one then blames the next tornado on  The Wrath of God, who was not offended by the Nazis, the killing fields of Cambodia, or the Roman Empire, but can't stop destroying self-righteous and self-proclaimed "Christian" Kansas, or keeping the moral exemplars of Alabama and Mississippi utterly impoverished by most measures of well-being, and then only doing That well because the sinful Democrats who run the more successful and prosperous states are subsidizing their hatred and ideological blindness by taxes for the poor.

And why those subsidies? Because if their end of the boat is sinking, we're going to get wet too. And either we'll all get there together -- black and white, young and old, gay and strait, religious and atheist and indifferent-- or we won't get there at all. Which is waaay too much soapbox oratory and "cosmic wisdom" (bull shit), but I'm kinda overwhelmed and appalled by recent news both foreign and domestic. Also, somewhere in all these stray memories, semi-thoughts, and partly baked ideas (PBIs), there is at least enough data for a narrative, enough tesserae for a beautiful mosaic of patterns that make sense and reveal meaning. I'm just afraid the pieces are somewhat poorly and randomly assembled, though I do believe somewhere in here is a common thread suitable to this topic, the above-named performer, and this forum. However....

Hmm. Seem to have wandered off again. Question was about the possible importance (or unimportance) of studly ladies man Nick being perfectly at ease showing off and hanging with gays, including close gay friends. Doesn't mean he wants to sleep with them any more than you hanging with your women friends mean they are in danger of surrendering to your insatiable desires to penetrate cunt.

In a moment, I'll post the latest news about Mr. Jonas that I have seen, with a couple of new pictures.

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You may easily skip this long preface.

In view of the upcoming USAnian holiday on Thursday, it seemed like a
good idea to share the message I found in my e-mail IN box this morning.
There was a point where I did actually laugh out loud, and that is not
something that happens often when I read anything. Perhaps it will
amuse you, too.

For those not fortunate enough to live in the land of Free gun-carrying
wall builders and mosque closing demagogues, it might be useful to identify
Martha Stewart as a woman with a magazine, a reputation, and a former
television program on how creative diligence at home can turn even the most
modest hovel into a spectacular showpiece of glittering style and also
help you whip up gourmet meals in a jiffy. (Or in a kitchen maybe. LOL)

While this nation's southern border will soon be closed like the demented mind
of an insane political party, there has long been a tradition in the Southwest
part of the granfaloon (it's a very useful word; look it up, spread the meme,
of, of course, just move on:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Granfalloon  )
to line walkways with candles seated in sand inside a paper bag. The soft light
looks quite lovely, actually, so the idea has spread to other regions, and Martha
Stewart had nothing to do with it.

On a much more personal note, it is a constant struggle to realize how vast and
wonderful are the things to be grateful for, and to continually notice the ones it
is too easy to overlook and take for granted. This site and its members are among
the things I celebrate.

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Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I'm telling
you in advance, so don't act surprised. Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming,
I've made a few small changes:

Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminarias. After
a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of
flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.

Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated
with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make.
Instead, I've gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them
track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their
idea.

The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china,
or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and
everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from
using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last
Christmas.

Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I
promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration
hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it
is a turkey.

We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while
you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have
made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline. Please
remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon
discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.

As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of
tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a
recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously
like a frozen turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.

We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the
start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method.
We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke
alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like. In
the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate
table. In a separate room. Next door.

Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in
front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at
our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private
ceremony. I stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances,
enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children
to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed.
It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.

I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that
"passing the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean
your sister in the head with warm, tasty bread. Oh, and one reminder for
the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the
presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its
lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding
the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. And remember,
Cheese Sauce stains.

Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice
between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the
traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small
fingerprints.

You will still have a choice; take it or leave it. I hope you aren't too
disappointed that Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this
Thanksgiving. She probably won't come next year either.

I am thankful for all of my Family and Friends.

Never was interested in Yost, but he may be the only one of the actors who is gay.

St. John seems to have a porn lookalike that is not him being naked, dammit. Also last time I heard, he was teaching martial arts,
so if you want some sweaty sessions with him….

Glad I'm not the only one hooked by Bosh. Yum!

In one of the early Power Rangers shows there was an episode in which the heroic hunks stripped down and went swimming. Have yet to figure out what season and number that is, but there must be people who know without making some determined perv read through summaries of every idiotic episode.

And by now it's been so many years that I cannot swear they did more than go topless, but even that works for me.

As promised (threatened) just now in chit-chat https://forum.gaytorrent.ru/index.php?topic=38057.0 here is the old joke referred to.
One time a man told another that he, the first man, had found some smart pills that he could provide for a fee. The victim of this con job jumped at the chance but returned a few days later saying
that he was not impressed and, anyway, they tasted like rabbit pills (droppings).
Man, said the seller, NOW you're getting smart!

The Kennedy White House found "speed" a reliable means to "better living through chemistry" and the Rolling Stones sang about "Mother's Little Helper" aka "diet pills" aka amphetamine. And thousands of college students find those same pills, though the brand name has changed over the last half century, keep them going through an "all nighter" when they cram for a test they could have studied for all term but, funny how things happen, they did not. Instead of Bennies and Dexys (Benzadrine and Dexadrine), now the call it Adderall and use it just like those who have been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), one of those trendy new psych diagnoses.

A major force in biochem "advancements" has long been the military making an effort toward "super soldiers" of the kind featured in many science-fiction movies. These certainly go back to WWII, not only for Axis fighters but in the United States, where many bombing pilots became hooked on their prescribed (required) energy boosters to focus their attention and attenuate their sleep deprivation.

The ideal "smart pill" might be (fictious) NZD, currently highly featured as the brain stimulant for the hunky star of "Limitless," which has brought Bradley Cooper back to the television machine where he occasionally appears in stories taking place a year or two after the movie "Limitless," in which he starred. Based on the movie and the original story by legendary Philip K. Dick (his latest novel to be adapted for the silver screen is "The Man in the High Castle," which apparently is about to be released. And perhaps you know some of his other film adaptations, such as Blade Runner (also about to get a sequel), based on "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?"

And then there are the two versions of "Total Recall," the first in 1966, based on "We Can Remember It For You Wholesale." Paranoid much?

NZD would maybe be a fine thing if it existed. Makes you instantly able to correlate all the contents of your mind, using your total recall to learn languages (Right Now!) put all your math exposure into efficient overdrive, have a photographic (eidetic) memory, and so on. But the search goes on for "smart pills" better than vinpocetine and huperzine, which are useful but hardly the stuff of hit television programs.

Related is the story this week with the headline used above, found at:

http://crooksandliars.com/2015/11/scary-amphetamine-pill-fueling-middle

Excerpts from the story:

A pill known as Pervitin, widely used by Hitler's army and Hitler himself, was one of the reasons the Axis Power became a little too ambitious. Apparently, there's something more powerful and more dangerous floating around war zones like Syria: Captagon.

"Syrian government forces and rebel groups each say the other uses Captagon to endure protracted engagements without sleep, while clinicians say ordinary Syrians are increasingly experimenting with the pills, which sell for between $5 and $20," Reuters reported.

[Fenethylline ("commonly known by the trademark name Captagon") is a Schedule I drug in the U.S.]

Secular ex-Syrian fighter: "So the brigade leader came and told us, 'this pill gives you energy, try it,' " he said. "So we took it the first time. We felt physically fit. And if there were 10 people in front of you, you could catch them and kill them. You're awake all the time. You don't have any problems, you don't even think about sleeping, you don't think to leave the checkpoint. It gives you great courage and power. If the leader told you to go break into a military barracks, I will break in with a brave heart and without any feeling of fear at all — you're not even tired."

In case you think that the fighters of Daesh are Islamic in their ideology, keep in mind that Islam clearly forbids any mind-altering drugs, especially illegal substances, as well as alcohol. From the 'Christian' immigrant-fearing people in America to these 'soldiers of Islam,' hypocrisy seems to accompany malevolence anywhere it rears its ugly head.

A perhaps more useful brain boost is a prescription drug intended for narcolepsy, the problem that afflicts River Phoenix in "My Own Private Idaho," where he and Keanu Reeves played male hustlers.

Narcolepsy medication modafinil is world's first safe 'smart drug'
          http://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/aug/20/narcolepsy-medication-modafinil-worlds-first-safe-smart-drug

Modafinil: The ‘smart drug’ leading the charge towards a future of neuroenhancement
          http://www.rawstory.com/2015/08/modafinil-the-smart-drug-leading-the-charge-towards-a-future-of-neuroenhancement/

Modafinil, also known as Provigil, was the subject of an ABC News Report on what the American Broadcasting Network called "The Secret Success Drug." Their story is available online for the curious at:

http://www.mindbendingvideos.com/the-secret-success-drug/

All of which reminds me of an old joke, originally done in "comic" racial dialect, but that will be posted under Jokes where it belongs.

If they are right, regular injections of fresh, hot Youth Serum straight from the spigot are well worth having apart from
their psychological boost, rejuvenating skin cream, etc. Direct deposit required for the freshest, most potent medicine.
Now, did they really figure out the mystical/biochemical powers of potently provided man milk, or is it all an elaborate
hoax by horny old men who want plenty of sex but have no intention of missing out for more than two-thirds of a year.
"Honest, kid, it'll put hair on your chest."