What happens now with Spa closures?
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Perhaps this thread should be renamed to "What Happens Now" as the cash economy covers more than just SPA's
I have been thinking a bit about this and I am concerned:
There always has been a cash economy. For example I sometimes would hire for a day, in fall and spring, one of the illegals that hang out at the shape-up site in Farmingdale. Maybe 20+ guys are there in early morning, every day (7 days) looking for work and contractors, lawn care, landscapers roofers, etc., and others pick them up for the day.
Typically the going rate was $100 or so plus buying them lunch and they work like crazy, earning every penny. I always throw in another 20 at the end of the day as they are simply worth it. Every one I hired over the years had a wife and kids in an apartment usually in Hempstead.
There has to be many of these shape-up sites (Huntington Station has a couple) through-out LI, Queens and Brooklyn.
The situation for them right now is dire. They have to feed themselves and families and I don't see how the gov't, local, state and feds) can help them.
This situation can quickly turn dangerous with very strong, fit young men needing somehow to obtain cash.
There is a reason US citizens are lining up at sporting stores to obtain weapons to protect themselves.
This is no joke. This is not a political post — I really want to hear what you guys think is going to happen.
I have been thinking a bit about this and I am concerned:
There always has been a cash economy. For example I sometimes would hire for a day, in fall and spring, one of the illegals that hang out at the shape-up site in Farmingdale. Maybe 20+ guys are there in early morning, every day (7 days) looking for work and contractors, lawn care, landscapers roofers, etc., and others pick them up for the day.
Typically the going rate was $100 or so plus buying them lunch and they work like crazy, earning every penny. I always throw in another 20 at the end of the day as they are simply worth it. Every one I hired over the years had a wife and kids in an apartment usually in Hempstead.
There has to be many of these shape-up sites (Huntington Station has a couple) through-out LI, Queens and Brooklyn.
The situation for them right now is dire. They have to feed themselves and families and I don't see how the gov't, local, state and feds) can help them.
This situation can quickly turn dangerous with very strong, fit young men needing somehow to obtain cash.
There is a reason US citizens are lining up at sporting stores to obtain weapons to protect themselves.
This is no joke. This is not a political post — I really want to hear what you guys think is going to happen.
Worry not for a smart Asian prostitute or any other business-minded prostitute. They can buy and sell most of their johns (us suckers). If she is not the young haughty drug and gambling type, she very carefully saved a good portion of her abundant tax-free income for times like these.
I have received some of their messages with photos of them enjoying the time off by the shore, eating and drinking well, happy, living it up and welcoming the free time, enjoying the fruits of their labors.
Most people toil hard for their fixed wages and there is no leeway. A prostitute is the true entrepreneur and if she has half-a-wit and learned from senior prostitute mentors, she has her coffers well-secured and is well-enabled to go through a dry period and weather the storm.
As for mongers, not much of a problem either.
1.)There are still plenty of prostitutes available.
Throw on a couple of masks, duct tape them around the open corners and go in like a Sherman tank.
2.) The old reliable porn, old Playboy magazines, Good Housekeeping or whatever is lying around.
3.) (by far the more difficult)
Let the energy stored in your balls rise up to your brain and reconsider your entire modus operandi. Somehow slip out of your proud monger persona and ask yourself "have I had enough of devoting my time, money and attention to the cesspool between her legs or do I still need more? Do I want to really die as a monger?"
The most probable answer is that you still need more. No problem.
How much more?
Well, since there is less plethora of ladies available during this coronavirus scare, can I possibly use this intermission to again reassess the condition -- take stock, if you will -- of my body and mind.
I mean, if you are not going, then why continue dosing sexual stimulants whether they be so-called natural or drugs like Viagra? Why not use the intermission to determine the natural sexual strength of your body at this moment without supplementation?
So, now you have addressed the body.
Far more difficult is the mind's play in all this and just so you know, by no means am I a purist. Sex is still in my repertoire.
But, I have devised a way to empower myself to enjoy freedom in between sexual encounters.
It goes like this. While in a busy area, I started to watch the activity of my mind. I was amazed. Every woman I laid eyes onto, I assessed as a possible sexual mate and evaluated her sexual attributes. And I just noticed it was tiring and bothersome, an unnecessary burden. I just reasoned its total unnecessariness because street-fucking is not allowed and why live in a distorted illusionary mentality.
So, the wheels of the habit continued, "look at women; fantasize."
So, I tried to nip it in the bud. I ceased, the useless sexual murmur and told my mind "the new rule is: sex and sexual thoughts are only allowed during fucking. If you want to fuck at this time, I am certainly willing to find you some flesh. But if not, shut the fuck up, and that's an order.
This is working out quite well as of now. However, it does have its challenges and battles when something so exotic and delectable passes by, it is a bit more difficult to cease fantasy about her specialness.
After a while, you will have new insights into women and their game of attraction. It is an extremely cunning game that we should understand that will assist in our survival.
I have received some of their messages with photos of them enjoying the time off by the shore, eating and drinking well, happy, living it up and welcoming the free time, enjoying the fruits of their labors.
Most people toil hard for their fixed wages and there is no leeway. A prostitute is the true entrepreneur and if she has half-a-wit and learned from senior prostitute mentors, she has her coffers well-secured and is well-enabled to go through a dry period and weather the storm.
As for mongers, not much of a problem either.
1.)There are still plenty of prostitutes available.
Throw on a couple of masks, duct tape them around the open corners and go in like a Sherman tank.
2.) The old reliable porn, old Playboy magazines, Good Housekeeping or whatever is lying around.
3.) (by far the more difficult)
Let the energy stored in your balls rise up to your brain and reconsider your entire modus operandi. Somehow slip out of your proud monger persona and ask yourself "have I had enough of devoting my time, money and attention to the cesspool between her legs or do I still need more? Do I want to really die as a monger?"
The most probable answer is that you still need more. No problem.
How much more?
Well, since there is less plethora of ladies available during this coronavirus scare, can I possibly use this intermission to again reassess the condition -- take stock, if you will -- of my body and mind.
I mean, if you are not going, then why continue dosing sexual stimulants whether they be so-called natural or drugs like Viagra? Why not use the intermission to determine the natural sexual strength of your body at this moment without supplementation?
So, now you have addressed the body.
Far more difficult is the mind's play in all this and just so you know, by no means am I a purist. Sex is still in my repertoire.
But, I have devised a way to empower myself to enjoy freedom in between sexual encounters.
It goes like this. While in a busy area, I started to watch the activity of my mind. I was amazed. Every woman I laid eyes onto, I assessed as a possible sexual mate and evaluated her sexual attributes. And I just noticed it was tiring and bothersome, an unnecessary burden. I just reasoned its total unnecessariness because street-fucking is not allowed and why live in a distorted illusionary mentality.
So, the wheels of the habit continued, "look at women; fantasize."
So, I tried to nip it in the bud. I ceased, the useless sexual murmur and told my mind "the new rule is: sex and sexual thoughts are only allowed during fucking. If you want to fuck at this time, I am certainly willing to find you some flesh. But if not, shut the fuck up, and that's an order.
This is working out quite well as of now. However, it does have its challenges and battles when something so exotic and delectable passes by, it is a bit more difficult to cease fantasy about her specialness.
After a while, you will have new insights into women and their game of attraction. It is an extremely cunning game that we should understand that will assist in our survival.
Interesting thing is I was thinking about the subject of this thread. I appreciate the comments of others in this thread. Especially Mugi’s insights. For me this situation of AMP closures is truly uncharted territory.
Through my years in this hobby regardless of the national emergency my AMP/ UTR mistress has always been available. Possibly the most constant thing in my life. I could always count on her for much needed release from stress during tough times. She has been like the mailman in times of emergencies; she always delivered. How do I know the Covid-19 pandemic is bad? Because my AMP provider is scared to see me!
Here is a partial list of crises my AMP provider has helped me get through:
Regards,
Pops
Through my years in this hobby regardless of the national emergency my AMP/ UTR mistress has always been available. Possibly the most constant thing in my life. I could always count on her for much needed release from stress during tough times. She has been like the mailman in times of emergencies; she always delivered. How do I know the Covid-19 pandemic is bad? Because my AMP provider is scared to see me!
Here is a partial list of crises my AMP provider has helped me get through:
- 9/11 terrorist attack
- Blackout of 2003
- SARs in 2004
- Hurricane Sandy
- Hurricane Gloria
- H1N1
- Ebola
- Various severe inclement weather storms- snow and rain
Regards,
Pops
Interesting approach and thank you.
During this time, I also have used certain herbs that offer more circulation to the brain and periphery and stayed away from strong tonics like ginseng and the heavier foods that seem to feed the sex drive.
By no means does any of it kill the sex drive, knowing full-well, I could stone-cold kill it with extreme substances. But, rather, it just makes one more cerebral and able to enjoy life as a free-being not always gunned-in-focused on sex.
It just relaxes and sends circulation all over the body and really great blood-flow. And even a good cup of Starbuck's Latte with a nice strong calcium-magnesium pill is enough to relax and take the edge off, along with some physical exercise or deep breathing exercises.
And enjoying some uplifting reading of a harmonious nature like bible,(bible has some really great stories that are fun and surreal like David's strategy on defeating Goliath and how he learned to rule a nation by becoming a sharp shooter with a sling, killing off wild bear and lions when he was a boy shepherd protecting his flock) tao-te-ching (always love my Asians)
I also go for extremely hot baths followed by a cold shower and then just sit nicely or lie down on a couch or bed and just feel my body energy, rhythm and breath and just focus on my own self-worth and happiness.
Listened to and sent to friends Bobby McFerrin's "Don't Worry Be Happy" the official video. Even sent this to some of my providers that know me well and are flexible enough to move on to greater happiness until the work comes their way again.
Had a great time watching Looney Toons, Bugs Bunny, (very zen-like) Wile E. Coyote, (super genius) Elmer J. Fudd, (the ultimate man of means, gross materialist and probably a monger in real life) and THE ROADRUNNER. (the ultimate tao master, never planning but always present and in the perfect place at the perfect time avoiding disaster under disastrous situations) Daffy Duck (someone I try to avoid being) And I venture into other comedic entertainment.
I once heard of a man with terminal cancer that locked himself in a hotel room loaded with comedy videos and laughed his ass off so much so, the cancer receded. (so I am told)
Took my SO to the top of a high building and searched for the moon on a cloudy night and told her I love her and thanked her for marrying me and staying together and raising fine independent children that I am extremely proud of. (still no sex but possibly more fulfilling emotionally)
Listened to Rupert Spira and Eckhart Tolle giving their spiritual message during the crisis.
I do some children teaching on the side. Try to counsel the young, wild, restless types, seeing myself in them and enjoying the brilliant scholarly young mind who revels in knowledge.
Working on myself so that when this crisis relents, I find myself well-balanced and able to enjoy sex on yet another more fulfilling level.
Ancient religious texts in China, India and other cultures honored conscious sex as a pathway to enlightenment. There are temples in India where elaborate, multitudinous statues are hand-carved displaying every possible sex act and orgy as a worship and celebration of the merging of Shiva/Shakti.
Use this precious time. It is not junk time to be abhorred. It is just an unavoidable wake-up call to help us expand our horizons.
You are more important than the sex act. The sex act is a fun activity. But you are the context, the space over which it occurs. Make that space beautiful.
During this time, I also have used certain herbs that offer more circulation to the brain and periphery and stayed away from strong tonics like ginseng and the heavier foods that seem to feed the sex drive.
By no means does any of it kill the sex drive, knowing full-well, I could stone-cold kill it with extreme substances. But, rather, it just makes one more cerebral and able to enjoy life as a free-being not always gunned-in-focused on sex.
It just relaxes and sends circulation all over the body and really great blood-flow. And even a good cup of Starbuck's Latte with a nice strong calcium-magnesium pill is enough to relax and take the edge off, along with some physical exercise or deep breathing exercises.
And enjoying some uplifting reading of a harmonious nature like bible,(bible has some really great stories that are fun and surreal like David's strategy on defeating Goliath and how he learned to rule a nation by becoming a sharp shooter with a sling, killing off wild bear and lions when he was a boy shepherd protecting his flock) tao-te-ching (always love my Asians)
I also go for extremely hot baths followed by a cold shower and then just sit nicely or lie down on a couch or bed and just feel my body energy, rhythm and breath and just focus on my own self-worth and happiness.
Listened to and sent to friends Bobby McFerrin's "Don't Worry Be Happy" the official video. Even sent this to some of my providers that know me well and are flexible enough to move on to greater happiness until the work comes their way again.
Had a great time watching Looney Toons, Bugs Bunny, (very zen-like) Wile E. Coyote, (super genius) Elmer J. Fudd, (the ultimate man of means, gross materialist and probably a monger in real life) and THE ROADRUNNER. (the ultimate tao master, never planning but always present and in the perfect place at the perfect time avoiding disaster under disastrous situations) Daffy Duck (someone I try to avoid being) And I venture into other comedic entertainment.
I once heard of a man with terminal cancer that locked himself in a hotel room loaded with comedy videos and laughed his ass off so much so, the cancer receded. (so I am told)
Took my SO to the top of a high building and searched for the moon on a cloudy night and told her I love her and thanked her for marrying me and staying together and raising fine independent children that I am extremely proud of. (still no sex but possibly more fulfilling emotionally)
Listened to Rupert Spira and Eckhart Tolle giving their spiritual message during the crisis.
I do some children teaching on the side. Try to counsel the young, wild, restless types, seeing myself in them and enjoying the brilliant scholarly young mind who revels in knowledge.
Working on myself so that when this crisis relents, I find myself well-balanced and able to enjoy sex on yet another more fulfilling level.
Ancient religious texts in China, India and other cultures honored conscious sex as a pathway to enlightenment. There are temples in India where elaborate, multitudinous statues are hand-carved displaying every possible sex act and orgy as a worship and celebration of the merging of Shiva/Shakti.
Use this precious time. It is not junk time to be abhorred. It is just an unavoidable wake-up call to help us expand our horizons.
You are more important than the sex act. The sex act is a fun activity. But you are the context, the space over which it occurs. Make that space beautiful.
It is official- my UTR AMP provider(s) is my canary in a coalmine!
I'll admit having been an incorrigible monger when all are supposed to remain isolated. Unfortunately I could not resist the temptation to sample new flesh while my UTR lady remains cloistered. The risk I've taken is simply stupid. Especially given the amount of deaths I've known of in the past three weeks. The body count is astonishing and seems to keep rising.
When my AMP provider is scared shitless of something it is for good reason- I am chastened by the sadness surrounding me.
Regards,
Pops
I'll admit having been an incorrigible monger when all are supposed to remain isolated. Unfortunately I could not resist the temptation to sample new flesh while my UTR lady remains cloistered. The risk I've taken is simply stupid. Especially given the amount of deaths I've known of in the past three weeks. The body count is astonishing and seems to keep rising.
When my AMP provider is scared shitless of something it is for good reason- I am chastened by the sadness surrounding me.
Regards,
Pops
Hang in there, Popeye. If you resemble your namesake and I have no reason to doubt that you do not, you are a tough, gritty, strong sailorman with sledgehammer forearms, an adoring Olive Oyle swooning all over you and a knockout punch to handle any Bluto whether it be Coronavirus or any other foe. Just keep on eating your spinach. (or at least a nice arugula salad)
