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For years now, I have been aware of the health recommendations and the growing concern over how healthy our diets are. I have taken to reading the nutrition panels on food products and must say that it is to all our benefit that our society has mandated such information to be published on packaging. After all, shouldn't we know what we're putting in our mouths?

Unfortunately, like a lot of things I imagine, we have access to information but then ignore it. The warning signs are posted; the red flag is up but we carry on obvious to what nastiness we may be wreaking on our poor bodies. I guess its testimony to our infinite capacity to rationalize how we can steadfastly continue a course of action which will see us crashing onto the rocks.

Salt
Salt is a necessary part of our diet but as with many things, too much is bad. The recommended daily intake has been for quite some time around 2,000 to 2,500 milligrams, usually 2,400 mg, about a teaspoonful. However new guidelines recently published have set the recommended daily intake of salt at 1500 mg. Those same guidelines are setting 2300 mg as the upper limit. Apparently, Canadians consume on average around 3,400 mg of salt per day which is already well above the former recommended level of 2,400 mg.

While not being a nut about it, I do pay some attention to my health. My father had triple by-pass surgery and eventually died of a heart attack but at the age of 80 so that was still a good, long life. I consider it would be nice to avoid those health problems later in life. As a consequence, I started a long time ago to pay some attention to these questions, faithfully get an annual check-up and talk frankly with my family doctor to both educate myself and push him to do the extra in examinations. And now, with the arrival of this new recommended daily intake of salt, I thought I would do a double check of just what I have been doing.

Everyday food: I never thought about it
Ah, the barbecue! Gosh I'll have a hot dog. No, I'll have two! Mmmm. So, as I'm chowing down on my frank; I turn over the package of 12 to read the nutrition label. Holy crap, a single hot dog, your average frank contains 650 mg. of salt! And I'm going to eat 2 of these suckers?

I look at a package of jumbo hot dogs - Mmmm mouth... watering (Homer Simpson sounds of hunger)- and one, just one contains almost 900 mg. Oh my gawd, I've eaten 2 jumbo dogs and I realize that in doing so, I've gone well over the new recommended daily intake of 1500 mg. of salt. Wow, add on top of that the potato chips I'm eating along with my dogs and I realize I could have been keeling over right at the picnic table from a coronary.

Back in my bachelor days, not being much of a cook, I relied probably too heavily on pre-packaged foods. The kids laughed quite a bit when I confessed to having on occasion eaten "Pizza Pockets". Last year, with my wife away for a week, I bought a package of Pizza Pockets for a laugh. As I stood in the kitchen eating one of these pockets - not quite as good as I remember - I read the nutrition label on the box and discovered that a single Pizza Pocket contains 600 mg. of salt. 600! Heck, I remember eating 2 or 3 of these things. And parents are allowing their kids to eat this stuff? I ended up throwing the rest of the box out; that is too much salt and as I said, not quite as tasty as I was thinking.

I confess to have also indulged in what we used to call TV dinners; nowadays your microwavable meal in 8 minutes. While the idea is a good one for people like me who hate cooking and are looking to get the food on the table as fast as possible with the minimum amount of work, I come back to just what the nutrition label may be telling me.

Last night I stopped at a little food mart to pick up a couple of things. As I walked by the frozen food section, I looked at various packages to check the salt content. A Hungry Man dinner, a steak dinner with mashed potatoes, a vegetable and a dessert - just microwave for 10 minutes - clocked in at 1,820 mg of salt. Now just think about that. You eat that, just one meal out of the entire day and you've already surpassed this new recommended limit. Now what do you eat for the rest of the day? Bread and water? Ha, I checked. Even bread has salt in it - 1 slice = 104 mg - so anything else you eat is going to be just adding fuel to the fire, that high blood pressure high risk coronary fire.

But salt is flavour
That certainly seems to be the case. I bought a can of Campbell's reduced salt soup and it was so bland; I want to eat in a healthy manner but I don't want to give up taste!

This experience certainly supports the experts who say that manufacturers are using salt to mask foods which just don't really have much taste to begin with. Good tasting food shouldn't need a ton of salt to tickle my palette.

Love those hamburgers!
Let's take a peek at those wonderful fast food hamburgers we love to wolf down.

1020 mg - Burger King Whopper

1040 mg - McDonald's Big Mac

 940 mg - Wendy's single

Once again, just a single hamburger takes up so much of your allowed daily intake of salt; you can't really eat anything else for the rest of the day. But imagine adding an order of fries and a soft drink, two things which also have salt. We must now be off the chart!

Think you're eating healthy? Think again!
Lean Cuisine? Ha! There you are thinking how good you're being to your body when you are, in fact, eating a packaged meal and we return to the principal idea of prepared foods: if the result turns out to be insipid (no taste), add salt. This product varies according to what the meal is, but basically this clocks in at anywhere from 510 to 690 mg.

Super Size Me
This 2004 American documentary film took the "experiment" about the foods we eat to the nth degree when the film maker, Morgan Spurlock ate nothing but McDonald's food during a 30 day period. The story followed the changes in Spurlock's health on such an extreme diet interspersed with his inquiries into the eating habits of Americans and a growing obesity n the country.

While the film is an obvious bizarre example of eating badly and eating nothing but fast food, it certainly underlines our own ignorance of just what we are putting in our mouths. All of us must be more pro-active about our health; after all, at the end of the day we can't truly rely on somebody else or even the government to stand over us and watch what we eat, we must bear the responsibility for taking care of ourselves. Keep in mind that the government has mandated that food packaging must have that nutrition label; it is now up to us to read the damn thing and do something about it!


Adjusting to less salt
A few years back, I started buying reduced salt products. I like potato chips (guilty as charged!) however; I started buying Lay's lightly salted chips which contain about 50% of the salt of regular chips. Now when I eat regular chips, I find the salt overwhelming. So, it's true what the experts say: our taste buds will adjust to less salt.

I also like the crackers Triscuit and have been purchasing the reduced salt version for years. Once on vacation, I couldn't find them in a local store so I bought the regular Triscuit. My gawd, I couldn't handle the salt taste; it was overpowering. I threw them out.




But what to do? How to replace salt?
[crying] Don't take away my salt! Anything but that! [I look at my blood pressure] Oh, oh. Maybe I better get on-board.

Victoria Ties, a contributor to eHow has the following ideas:

1. Empty your salt shaker and refill it with half a shaker of Mrs. Dash TM, and half a shaker of garlic powder and onion powder mixed. Use this sparingly on your table food. You will actually come to like this mix better than salt!
2. Add garlic powder and onion powder instead of salt to all your homemade recipes such as soups, stews, casseroles, roasts and pot-roasts. Add a couple of shakes of the specially prepared Mrs. Dash TM shaker to the table food when food is ready.
3. Grate sweet onions over sandwiches and soups for a burst of flavor instead of sodium. Grate sweet onions and place them in a baggie in the refrigerator so they're on hand when you need to perk up mealtimes.

wikiHow has an article entitled How to Follow a Low Sodium Diet which lays out in 12 steps what we all should be doing in our diets. Number 1 on their list is Eat at Home. Like Victoria Ties above, the authors say that preparing food yourself is the best way of avoiding too much salt by doing what you think best not what somebody else thinks is okay to sell commercial food products.

The Number One Killer
Heart disease is the number one killer of us all with cancer as a close second. Obviously there are many risk factors to consider when looking at heart disease such as exercise, smoking, obesity; there can be no doubt diet is an important component to good health. Salt is there on the list with the strong suggestion of not exceeding the recommended daily amounts. Not exceeding it? Let's not forget that Health Canada has pointed out that according to the 2004 Canadian Community Health Survey, Canadian adults are consuming an average of 3,092 mg of salt per day, over double the level recommended. Gee, do we all have some sort of death wish?

It is obvious that we the public have an addiction to salt. Can we shake it? [groan] Okay, bad pun. Nevertheless it is time to be more pro-active in taking care of ourselves.

Final Word
Eubie Blake (1887-1983) was an American composer, lyricist and pianist of ragtime, jazz and popular music. At his (supposed) 100th birthday, he said,

"If I'd known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself."

Words to live by.


References

CBC News - July 29, 2010-09-29
Slash salt intake, Canadians advised
http://www.cbc.ca/health/story/2010/07/29/salt-sodium-limits-canada.html

Reference Values for Nutrition Labeling
http://www.netrition.com/rdi_page.html

Health Canada
http://www.hc-sc.gc.ca/hl-vs/iyh-vsv/food-aliment/sodium-eng.php

Salt vs. Sodium
http://elyclarifies.blogspot.com/2005/08/salt-vs-sodium.html

Comparisons of hamburgers
http://healthmad.com/nutrition/fast-food-restaurant-nutrition-comparison-hamburgers/

Fast Food Restaurants & Nutrition Facts Compared
http://www.acaloriecounter.com/fast-food.php

Wikipedia: Super Size Me
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Size_Me

eHow: How to Replace Salt With Flavor
http://www.ehow.com/how_2336037_replace-salt-flavor.html

wikiHow: How to Follow a Low Sodium Diet
http://www.wikihow.com/Follow-a-Low-Sodium-Diet

Center for Disease Control and Prevention: Heart Disease is the Number One Cause of Death
http://www.cdc.gov/features/heartmonth/

Wikipedia Eubie Blake
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eubie_Blake

2010-10-01

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Megan Fox upskirt gave us a little treat in Milan this past weekend. Megan Fox attended the Emporio Armani Spring Summer 2011 fashion show, but before she sat in the front row to watch clothes, she has flashed her undies as a photographer 'upskirted' her getting out of a car. She getting out of her car and you can see she made eye contact with the paparazzo. And by the looks of it you can tell she knew what the guy was up to and you can see she was trying to prevent it by putting her hands in her lap but unfortunately for her she forgot the backside. It never ceases to amaze me what some women will do to try to save some semblance of dignity. Chicks like Megan Fox dress like complete skanks then struggle like crazy when getting out of a car not to flash their panties to the world. Anyway, if you were all excited to get a look at Megan Fox's naughty lady bits, you are probably going to be a little disappointed but this is what we have for now. Click on pictures to enlarge.

Tuesday night during rehearsal for the musical theatre performance, my 71 year old client M called and said he'd like me to come over. Before we hung up, he also asked how I felt about there being someone else there when I arrived. I didn't mind at all. He has a penchant for beautiful young men (yours truly excepted [moment of humility; make a note]). The first time I ever shared M's time with another escort was about 6 months ago when he took P and I to the delicious La Campania in Waltham. P is a tall (6'1"-ish), drop dead gorgeous Brazilian stud presently living in Miami. With flawless skin, effortless masculinity, ripped body and pouty lips (and accent), he was high fashion quality. In fact, he mentioned that he had attended a go-see for Gucci, but the reps told him he wasn't dedicated enough. He agreed. In spite of all the good looks, he didn't come off as an arrogant jerk at any part of the evening. He was easy to talk to, seemed to take an interest in chatting with me and didn't see me as any type of competition (NOT that I was). All through dinner I couldn't wait to get back to the house to have some of P. But it wasn't to be. We'd all had multiple glasses of red wine and, given that P had arrived way earlier that day and had been fucking M practically non-stop, he said he was just too tired. Besides, it was after 11p. So I, too, called it a night, collected my pay, had M call me a cab (at his additional expense) and left. So naturally, I was chomping the bit at the mention of getting another chance to get paid to play with someone most likely very hot.


When I arrived at M's elaborate house just before 10:30p, I could see two handsome young men talking in the living room just through the window . I was presently greeted by both R and G. (M was in the master bath administering pre sex ablutions.) Both men were white with longish hair just to the nape of their necks. G was a tall, average-cute, dirty blond from the southern U.S.: very sweet and friendly, but his dick stayed limp all night and his ass smelled like milk farts. (May you never know. Just trust me.) I wasn't going near that thing. R, on the other hand, was a dark-haired Argentinian with a shorter 5'8", very athletic frame. His ass was comprised of two perfectly juicy, sun-kissed (and fresh-smelling) globes. He was all top that night, but my tongue was up his tight asshole every chance I got. I know I have a larger than average tongue, but I could barely get much beyond the tip in there. Oh yeah and R's dick was a thick 7 to 8 inch cut slab of meat. He had no erection issues. At M's command, we stripped and began to make out with each other and then included him. M asked, "so who's going to be the first to get fucked." That ended up being me...a few times. (Is it poor etiquette to get dick before the guy who's actually paying for it?) Oh, well. He put it out there. And, in my defense, I didn't jump up, start pointing to my ass and running around the room backward shouting, "ooooh me! I'm going first. Put the dick in MY hole!" I didn't say anything. R made that decision on his own. Without a condom, he came behind where I was bent over on all fours sucking M's small penis. He started grinding and messing around back there. Then he lined the head up at the entryway and worked his way in. He fucked me a few minutes completely raw with about 2/3 of his fat cock. It felt great and we were putting on quite a vocal show for the other two. I could tell M was very turned on. I don't know whether R genuinely expected that I was going to let him fuck me, but when he saw that I wasn't showing any signs of stopping him or tiring, he got a condom and lube. I suggested that M get pounded next (you know, the etiquette thing), but R hadn't had his fill of me yet. Sheathed, lubed and ready for action, this little monster semi-roughed me up. (I loved it.) He p-o-u-n-d-e-d me. (C does the same. I'm used to it.) He unintentionally started choking me from behind. (At least I hope it wasn't deliberate. You never know.) I had to reach up and put my hand between his arm and my windpipe. Eventually, he stopped banging my prostate and he relaxed his chokehold so I could breathe. I fucked M a bit. My erection wasn't all that much to scream about. (G and I were in the same boat in that regard, but my ass didn't stink.) I was tired, but R banged M. M brought it all to a close by jerking off. You know how we men are, once one blows, we all gear up. I took a special interest in R's orgasm. I held my head over the bed's end and let him throat fuck me, but it was too much. He wasn't getting close enough fast enough. I almost threw up. So I let him jerk off while he rode that beautiful ass over my face. When he was close, he shot his load down my throat. Delicious. Ever magnanimous, as we all lie around the bed (like an intergenerational interracial porno ad a la D&G), M announced that while he would be out of the country for 6 months, R would be around. His suggestion was that we should see each other because, "I think K likes your dick. Do you like his dick?" I said yes. (Big grin)


The Day After: Yesterday


Wednesday morning, I woke before 6a with a raging desire to stroke all day. Via one of the several Craigslist postings I made that day, a sexy, white, Back Bay muscle dude came over and swapped head with me for about 30 minutes. I didn't cum, but I swallowed his nutt, then jerked another hour and headed out for the 45-50 minute train ride over to a Brighton sex party that started at 12:30p. I got there nearly 1p. I've been on the event's listserv for a few years, but I go in spurts. I hadn't been in several months. They're at least twice a month and mostly around 7:30p or so, generally a week night. These parties take place at a private home and the entry fee is a flat $10. Included is a great spread of basic food (always something in the crock pot, fruits, cheeses, chicken salad, pita, an assortment of pastries and candies, hummus, etc.) and drink (sodas, fruit juices, beer, wine, water). There are two bedrooms of fucking, replete with condoms and lube, not that the former is always used. The host has been smart enough over the 8 years he's been having these to figure what works. He has 2 separate sessions on different nights: a younger group (through age 39) and an older group (everybody else). While he seems to be strict (for the most part) about the age policy for the younger group, anyone can go to the older sessions. (Smart man.) I mean, what older, heavier man is going to say, "get all these hot, nubile, big dicks outta here! We came to see liver spots and saggy old man balls goddamit!" Nuh uh. Notsa gonna happent. I ran into a few people I knew: an East Boston neighbor (average dick, didn't play with him this time) and G (Jewish, competitive swimmer, late 30s-early 40s, BIG dick, sweet guy but positively scatterbrained with what can only be categorized as ADHD - attention deficit in high definition). I wasn't feeling the love that day. There were several smoking (like fire) hotties with banging bodies and very large cocks who weren't giving me the time of day. The only difference I could see between them and me is that I was the only black dude there. That didn't have to be the reason, but I can't think of anything else. Whatever the case, they were not sharing their long, thick cocks in, I mean with me. I played with about 4 guys there in some capacity. Got dick from 2. The first guy fucked me twice: once without a condom, then with. When he stayed hard, it was big. In fact, he was the first guy I sucked. I couldn't stay too hard too long because of all the jerking and sex that happened beforehand. Edging works in reverse for me: It seems the longer I jerk, the smaller my already small loads are. I eventually shot my load as I was getting hard fucked doggy style at the very end of the things. Then it was a quick dip in the bathroom, followed by eating in the kitchen. This is always where I begin and end my time there talking with those I've made a connection with. The host even provides pads of paper and pens to jot down each other's contact info.

I sneak-photographed the Brazilian crotch a few nights ago at the State Street station on the blue line. Sexy guy with a sexy bulge. I've gotten good at aiming the phone's camera without looking through it.


Rentboy DILF

I've been reading the comments section here more often lately than before and it's been interesting to note that some readers are complaining that I talk too much here about my self and the issues of spiritual celebrity and don't deliver enough of what they call "the Dharma."

I already know enough not to take what I see in the comments section as the majority opinion of what I write here. I get something like a thousand hits a day. So even when there are 500 comments that still represents far fewer people than are actually reading. Yet it is interesting that people say this. Because I tend to feel completely the opposite.

I tend to write about things that I want to read about but which I don't see anyone else writing about. So I write about spiritual celebrity not because I think I'm so god damned interesting and everybody wants to read about my exploits, but because I think the subject itself is very interesting and no one else seems willing to say anything about it.

Spiritual celebrity is a huge business these days. Look at guys like the Dalai Lama, Eckhart Tolle, Thich Nhat Hahn, Gempo "slimebag" Roshi, etc., etc., etc. These guys make weenies like me look like... I dunno... maybe like Zero Defex as compared to Green Day. Guys like this have "people." Like in the sense of "have your people call my people and we'll do lunch." They've got entourages to keep the fans at bay. They've got limos to drive them to the airport. They're flying first class. Yet I've never seen any of them talking about the issues involved in all of that. Maybe they do and I'm just not paying attention. But I doubt it.

Spiritual celebrity-hood isn't something new either. Yogananda was a big star in the mid 20th century. Krishnamurti too. Dogen was well known in his day and Buddha was said to have attracted thousands to his talks. What was up with that?

Maybe it's just me. But I'm always interested in the nuts and bolts stuff much more than in the airy fairy philosophical side of things. Even my fascination with Japanese monster movies is much more a fascination with how they were created than with the movies themselves. When I get a DVD I always watch the "making of" bonus materials before I watch the film. Sometimes I don't even watch the film at all.

As for "the Dharma," to me all of this stuff is the Dharma. It's every bit as much the Dharma as the more philosophical matters. And, don't worry your pretty little heads, I plan to get more into the philosophical stuff in the new Safe For Work Suicide Girls column I'll be starting soon.

But this stuff is what drives the Dharma. This is how it gets out there to the people who need it. It is all bound up in the same thing. It is the Dharma.

I had a funny conversation with Nishijima Roshi on the eve of the publication of Hardcore Zen. I said, "Once this book comes out, if it sells well I'll become famous. Doesn't that go against what Dogen says about not seeking fame and profit?"

He said something like, "Dogen was talking about seeking fame and profit. You didn't write the book with the objective of becoming rich and famous. Sometimes you do something sincere and people like it, then fame and money come. In that case you deal with the real situation as it comes up."

Well I haven't become rich, nor even that famous. But a certain degree of fame (and no degree of profit, at least not yet) has followed. Well, what does one do about that? How do you keep your head as a Buddhist practitioner? Do you run away? Many people in my position have. Do you fall head first into fame and money and forget your practice? Again, many have done this too.

I have been trying to see if there's a middle way. Spending a month in Tassajara recently was a way of trying to radically reconnect with Zen. I'm still trying to see if the effort was successful or not. Based on my experience of Tassajara and of coming back into the world after, I'm starting to understand the vast difference between enforced discipline and discipline that comes from oneself. But that may be a whole 'nother topic.

The economics of being a Zen teacher are both frustrating and fascinating. Take, for example, the matter of getting a "real job." When I started writing about Zen I had a 5-day a week, 10-6 job. But because of that I could not do things like lead multi-day sesshins or run off to Europe for two months to talk Buddhism to the people of Poland and Finland and Ireland and all those other lands over there. I also couldn't devote several hours a day to pure writing practice.

Now people want me to do those things. But about half of those who extend such invitations have no clue about the nuts and bolts economics involved. They imagine, for example, that I'm making loads of money from book sales. Not true. My advances are about 1/3 of what my salary was when I had a "real job" and the market will only realistically bear about one book every two years from me. So I'm now making about 1/6 what I used to. It really is not enough to sustain one person. Thank gosh I don't have a family to support!

So there are people out there who want me to come and lead three-day retreats and yet do not understand when I start talking about how the event is going to be financed, particularly when it comes to how I will get paid. Maybe they think the Dharma should be free. And it should! But rent and utilities are not free. So the choice seems to be find a way to make money from the Dharma or just stop.

The most common solution to this dilemma is to create a communal base of support for the teacher. You start something like San Francisco Zen Center or Plum Village or whatever and a lot of people with "real jobs" contribute some of their money to allow the teacher to do her or his thing without having to get a "real job."

This may not be a viable option in my case because I'm just too damned anti-social. I mean, I like people and all. But I really chafe at all of the things it takes to hold together a community.

So I'm testing out other options. Sometimes I entertain vague dreams that Sex Sin And Zen will sell in the same tonnage as The Power of Now or the latest book of ghost-written musings by Great Master What's His Face (I just talked to a guy who ghost writes books for some spiritual master dude who gets $15,000 as his standard speaking fee, I write all my books myself, thank you, and my speaking fee is a whole lot less than that). Then I could be independent and do what I need to do that way. Hence all the annoying self-promotion (and if you think you're annoyed by it, imagine what it's like to have to actually do it!).

One of the people I met at Tassajara and talked to about this stuff had been involved in promoting spiritual masters before. He told me the secret was to include what he called a "promise." You have to tell folks they're gonna get something of value from coming to your talk or seminar. That's a tough one for me because I'm so steeped in the "Zen is good for nothing" tradition established by Sawaki Roshi. So maybe I'm screwed.

Anyway, I leave you with the photo above which proves positive that zazen has given me the power of levitation (click on the photo to get a larger version and see for yourself). If you want the secret of levitation use the "donate" button on the upper left of this blog.

I’m a slut for ice cream. Jesus Christ, am I ever. 

Well… more accurately, I’m a prostitute for ice cream.

Seriously, if someone tried to barter sex with ice cream…I’d hesitate. There would be no “what the fuck” exclamation or some immediate look of disgust and/or constipation. More of a “this guy gets me”/ “did I just meet my soul mate” look.

It’s sad really. I’d have sex in exchange for some Tasti-D Lite. To be quite honest, Tasti-Delight is legal tender in my fantasy world, as it should be in everyone’s fantasy world.

And if you don’t know what Tasti-D Lite is, get the fuck out of my face, get on Google maps, find the nearest one, buy a pint, come back to my face, spoon feed me the whole pint, and then we’ll have sex.

I may be a little gassy though…. Dairy products always seem to make me gassy…

Like I’ve said before (and if you haven’t already noticed) my life is pathetic/sick/mildly entertaining for anyone how is not me.

My top favorite places in NYC are Tasti-D Lite, Yogurtland, Serendipity, (terrible movie, fucking awesome ice-cream) and McDonalds. I don’t care if there are McDonalds everywhere in the fucking world; their ice cream is like fucking crack. And for that I will always be indebted to Ronald McDonald, you brilliant, brilliant clown you.

I have an addiction. Seriously. I have to eat it everyday or I go ape-shit.

Ever see the movie Requiem for a Dream? That’s my life in a nutshell. And by Requiem for a Dream I mean Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles. And by Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles I mean, The Apple Dumpling Gang. But I think you get the similarities.

But I may have/probably/most definitely woken up half-naked in a pool of my own vomit before…and by before I mean yesterday.

I wish we could do more things with ice cream really. I wish we could snort it, inject it into our veins, use it as shampoo/body wash/lotion.

I’m pretty sure ice cream is the elixir of life. I’m also pretty sure a pint of Ben and Jerry’s would end the war on terror.

What if bullets were made out of ice cream?! Dear god, why hasn’t anyone thought of this before.

And, I think I just figured out how I’m going to get rich, bitches.

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Here is some Singaporean exhibitionist MILF putting on public titty shows for her husband or lover in the back seat of a car and in parks on several different occasions. I personally love the photo with 'The Decline of Singapore's First Golden Age' plaque in the background because it is kinda ironic with the topless modern Singaporean chick in the foreground. I guess she and the photographer realize the joke when they took the pic. Hopefully this public nudity pic (and all the others) doesn't signal a decline of a current golden age. And while it was a pretty bold and daring move, they may have forgotten that they live in Singapore despite the huge sign in the background. Lucky for her, no name or any other identifying info was attached to these racy photos.

This lady have a lot more nude pictures of herself in public but unfortunately we could only recovery about ten from the set. So send the rest of her pics in via email or give us a download link for them in comments so that they can be added to this post if by chance you have them saved on your PC. Anyway, remember to join the Gutter Uncensored fan page on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/pages/GutterUncensoredcom/71689381800 and feel free to leave a suggestion or comment there. And remember to send more interesting pictures and videos (of individuals 18 year-old or older) to GutterUncensored@yahoo.com ASAP. Click on pictures to enlarge.

Sept 28/2010 (Updated: Jan 14/2011)

At the end of August, 2010, beginning of September, Canadian media broke the story of a senior Manitoba judge involved in a sex scandal. While the air still remains to be cleared; there can be no doubt that this judge has found herself smack-dab centre stage in the middle of public opinion.

Lori Douglas, associate chief justice of Manitoba Court of Queen's Bench (family division) had a formal complaint filed against her with the Canadian Judicial Council and her husband Jack King, 64, a Winnipeg lawyer still has a complaint lodged against him with Manitoba's Law Society.

According to the story, a computer specialist Alexander Chapman, 44 has alleged that King harassed him in 2003 by pressing him to have sex with Douglas who was only a lawyer at that time. Apparently, King showed Chapman sexually explicit photos of Douglas engaged in various sex acts including forms of bondage, in chains, with sex toys and performing oral sex. King's lawyer has said that King did not tell his wife he had shown the photos to anyone or that he went so far as to post the photos on a porn website.

An Ottawa legal expert, Sébastien Grammond, dean of civil law at the University of Ottawa has said this incident raises issues about Lori Douglas's ability to perform as a judge. Even if it is proven that Douglas is the unwitting victim of some sort of scheme, her credibility has been damaged if not destroyed. Grammond went on to explain how a judge represents the legal system and the conduct and image of a judge reflects on the justice system as a whole. He doubts that Douglas would have ever been appointed a judge if it was known that nude photos of her existed on the Internet.

Sex, still the ultimate sin
As I read over the various articles about this story, I was reminded how sex more than just about anything else has the ability of instantaneously transform the innocent into the guilty, of elevating the minor to the major and ruining a career and destroying a reputation faster than you can blink an eye. If I say "Bill Clinton", does anybody remember him with an approval rating of 73%? Does anybody remember anything he did as president? No and that is an emphatic no. We all remember just two words: Monica Lewinsky. No matter what he did as president, no matter what he's done since and let's not forget that this includes charitable work, work in the political arena as a world stage negotiator and a public speaker, we will never manage to erase the white spot on the blue dress.

Pee-wee Herman
This comic fictional character created and portrayed by actor Paul Reubens rose to the pinnacle of fame with Pee-wee's Playhouse, an Emmy Award winning children's series on CBS. In 1991, the actor, Paul Reubens was arrested by police for masturbating in an adult theatre. Both the actor Reubens and the character Pee-wee became the subject of ridicule. CBS dropped the show; Walt Disney severed all ties; Toys-R-Us removed Pee-wee toys from its stores. Paul Reubens went into hiding.

I have to think about this. Paul Reubens made a mistake; he used poor judgement. He was merely doing what just about all of us do. Nevertheless, his infraction was elevated in the eyes of the public to a crime of biblical proportions and he had to pay with his career and his reputation. It almost seems like being sentenced to death for littering. You go to a movie theatre to watch a pornographic film, a type of film designed to sexually arouse you but you get arrested if you try to do something about it. If the movie showed a nice juicy steak and you started to drool while feeling peckish, you could at least eat your popcorn. Somehow there's something odd in all this and I come back to being sentenced to death for littering: the punishment far outweighs the crime.

Sex is Dirty
Is it no wonder that we grow up with this idea that sex is dirty? That sex is something which must remain hidden; can only be performed behind closed doors and for gawd's sake; be careful with whom you discuss it? Talk about it; admit to it and your name is mud. Tilt; game over.

Ah, I can hear you say, "But these stories involve something bad being done, possibly criminal activity." We could argue about whether it's bad or criminal but the point is how the connection to sex remains indelibly engraved on our memory. Even if we are not personally involved, there can be an associated sense of apprehension if not fear about anything relating to sex.

When the Monica Lewinsky affair hit the papers, there seemed to no limit to the amount of column space dedicated to reviewing in detail every aspect of the case. Bill was impeached for lying. "Ha, ha, ha!" you say? Does anybody enjoy getting caught with their pants down? Does anybody enjoy being put on public display? Does anybody enjoy the most intimate details of their life especially their sexual life being dissected and analysed in the media?

Yes, I know, these people did something wrong. Fine, I got it. But what is the one difference between these people and us? Simple, our peccadilloes have not hit the headlines.

Is sex dirty? Only if it's done right.
- Woody Allen: from the film Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex (1972)

Can we talk?


Night Court
An episode of this American television sitcom comes to mind. One of the main characters, Dan, has suffered some erectile dysfunction on a date. Worried sick about not having been able to "get it up", he confides to the various other male characters. One by one each man listens with a great deal of sympathy telling him that it's nothing to worry about. At this point of his conversation with each of his colleagues, Dan asks if the other man has ever had this happen to him. Each male character replies by exclaiming in an indignant tone, "Who me? No way!"

This is all done to be funny but exemplifies the current state of affairs. Don't forget how much humour can come out of merely repeating what we all know to be true. We don't talk about sex; it's taboo, dirty, stuff to snicker about behind closed doors. - Of course, this episode of Night Court also makes fun of us men as supposedly being supermen, men who never fail, who are always "up to the job". But that will be another article.

These "dirty" people are the exception to the rule
Hmm, are they? In my blog Anonymity: The power to speak freely, I write about how we are very much influenced or pressured by the people around us, by the world around us, by "real life" and that we probably have no idea of what "really" is going on.

True story
My father had read an article in Reader's Digest in which the author made the statement that one in four Canadian families have experienced some sort of domestic abuse. During a walk around the neighbourhood, he ran into a neighbour, a family doctor to whom he talked about the article and his surprise in thinking that a statistic of 25% would mean that such a thing is going on in the neighbourhood. The doctor replied, "Oh I assure you, I know it's going on in this neighbourhood." The point is, do we really know?

Clarence Thomas
This gentleman has been an Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States since 1991. Now there's a position which elicits a certain degree of respect and honour and trustworthiness.

During his confirmation hearings, it came out that one woman Anita Hill alleged that Thomas subjected her to comments of a sexual nature; behaviour she felt was inappropriate if not quite illegal sexual harassment. A second woman alleged the same thing.

Thomas got off but I knew he was guilty. I've seen this behaviour; I've heard the suggestive comments and being a guy myself, I know exactly what this all about. See my blog Sex: Men Are From Mars

The point is that we have a respected member of society showing his... naughty side. Would you have guessed?

How many "dirty" people are there?
Pornography is a multi-billion dollar industry. Somebody's got to be looking at that stuff. But that is at the far end of the spectrum; we can tone it down a notch or two and our net starts encompassing an even broader segment of the population.

Go to Google and type in "rate my". Rate my teacher, rate my car, rate my puppy (cute), rate my parking, rate my mullet (what?), "normal" stuff, eh? How about rate my picture, rate my bottom, rate my chest, rate my rack, rate my body, and rate my ex-girlfriend? Who are these people? Who's posting the pictures? Who's looking at them?

Let's kick it up a notch. TangoTime which started several years ago as a fairly tame web site devoted to the posting and rating of normal pictures has grown into a site of everyday people posting sexually explicit photos of themselves. Let me repeat "everyday people" posting pictures, not professional models or porn stars, just everyday people. Gosh, it could be Lori Douglas and her husband Jack King. Or it could be your neighbours.

I can add to all this the term "sexting", the act of sending sexually explicit messages or photographs, primarily between mobile phones. Let's not forget virtual worlds of MMORPGs (Massively multiplayer online role-playing games) like Second Life or Red Light Center, even World of Warcraft where participants can create an avatar representing them and engage in activities which span the gamut of everything one can do in real life... er, or can't do in real life.

True Story
Back in the early 90's, I was watching one of the talk shows, not quite as elevated as Oprah but not as low as Jerry Springer. A couple is being interviewed but we're given to understand they have a secret. Commercial break. We return to see... two women. I look closer. Woman number two is the husband; he's dressed up in drag. The wife explains that her husband has always had a fetish for women's clothes and once a month he dresses up and the 2 of them go out together as 2 women. She goes on to say that her husband is a wonderful man, a great husband, a good lover and an excellent father; he just seems to have this one special quirk and it is the only oddity out of an otherwise exemplary human being.

First of all, that is quite the example of a woman's love for her man and her acceptance of him. But secondly, do we ever really know what's next door? Who's next door?

Puritanical
On the one hand, our society seems to have a puritanical streak, the link to our past and our traditions which are very much based on religion; on the other we have what is going on behind closed doors and which in some cases spills over into public life as in posting pictures on-line.

Lori Douglas dressed up in bondage leather and performing oral sex? Well, that's not something she would necessarily want published as the front page headline of every national newspaper in country but it would seem to me from the above various examples that her behaviour is not as "uncommon" as one may think.

Will Lori Douglas survive? I repeat what the legal expert, Grammond said. Even if it is proven that Douglas is the unwitting victim of some sort of scheme, her credibility has been damaged if not destroyed. ... A judge represents the legal system and the conduct and image of a judge reflects on the justice system as a whole. Grammond doubts that Douglas would have ever been appointed a judge if it was known that nude photos of her existed on the Internet.

Clarence Thomas went on to serve well. Bill Clinton was a good president and continues to be a good world statesman. Paul Reubens is back and I've been given to understand, so is Pee-wee. Is Lori Douglas any less of a judge? Only her peers and time will tell.


I quote the Toronto Star from an article published on September 1, 2010:

The Canadian Judicial Council’s Ethical Principles for Judges — which judges are encouraged but not required to follow — say they should strive to conduct themselves with integrity and avoid conduct that would diminish public respect for the judiciary.

Can someone who poses naked with a whip be considered a person of integrity, or does the question open the door to inappropriate moral judgments about an individual’s personal life?


While Chapman did drop his suit against Douglas on September 21, he still has an outstanding complaint of sexual harassment against Douglas filed with the Canadian Judicial Council and he is still going to pursue lawsuits against King and King's firm. Originally, when the story broke, it was reported that the Council would take 3 months to review these charges. As such, Douglas must still run the gauntlet before finding out if she's still in hot water or free and clear.

But will she ever be free and clear? No matter what happens, nobody is ever going to erase the headlines splashed all across Canada. We have all read the stories and I'm sure there are many copies of these supposed racy photos floating around in cyberspace. Nevertheless, she can remain hopeful. Bill has a new career that so far is "spot on" and even Tiger is slowly making a comeback.

Postscript: January 14, 2011
Newspapers are reporting that pictures of Douglas have shown up on the Internet. This obviously isn't going to end anytime soon. Ms. Douglas is still facing a review by her peers which could result in her being removed from the bench and I'm sure the re-posting of these pictures will not bode well for her future. Anonymity is a truly wonderful thing. (see Alan Parker's admonishment below)


References
CBC: Nude photos of judge contained in complaint - Aug 31/2010
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/manitoba/story/2010/08/31/judge-manitoba-douglas.html

PumpsMag: Judge Lori Douglas Caught In Bondage Scandal (Hmmm, is this real?)
http://www.pumpsmag.com/misc/judge-lori-douglas-caught-bondage-scandal

Radio-Canada: Une juge relevée de ses fonctions
http://www.radio-canada.ca/regions/manitoba/2010/09/01/005-juge-photos-porno.shtml

Wikipedia: Lori Douglas
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lori_Douglas

Wikipedia: Bill Clinton
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Clinton

Wikipedia: Pee-wee Herman
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pee-wee_Herman

Wikipedia: Clarence Thomas
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clarence_Thomas

Wikipedia: Massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massively_multiplayer_online_role-playing_game

The Toronto Star - September 1, 2010
Nude photos raise questions about private lives of judges
http://www.thestar.com/news/canada/article/855629--ardour-in-the-court

Winnipeg Free Press - September 23, 2010
Man drops sex-scandal lawsuit against Winnipeg judge
http://www2.canada.com/nanaimodailynews/news/story.html?id=3566216

Toronto Sun blog - September 3, 2010
Manitoba sex judge just a Canadian copycat by Alan Parker
http://blogs.canoe.ca/parker/tag/lori-douglas/

Mr. Parker in an amusing way compares Lori Douglas to a Belgian judge who also found himself in hot water over public revelations of his sexual escapades. Mr. Parker ends his blog entry with this admonishment:

If, on the other hand, she is able to hang onto her judging job, nobody — lawyers, court staff, civilians appearing before her — will ever be able to sit in her courtroom again without thinking about those photos of Judge Lori in her sweaty altogether with the chains and whips and sex toys/tools.

Let that be a lesson for you, kids: Whatever you do in your (supposedly) private life, don’t let anyone take photos of you doing it … or it could someday be far more public than you ever expected.

Canadian Judge Cum Porn Star Will Be Probed
By David Lat - Jan 7/2011
http://abovethelaw.com/2011/01/canadian-judge-cum-porn-star-will-be-probed/

Above The Law - Feb 3/2011
Madam Justice Lori Douglas: Underneath Her Robe By David Lat
[This site offers up censored versions of the photos, but also says where to see the uncensored versions.]

Wikipedia: Above the Law (blog)
AboveTheLaw.com, is a law gossip blog which circulates rumors primarily about large commercial law firms (Biglaw). Above the Law publishes the rumored salaries and bonuses (according to off-the-record associates) at many of these large firms. The site occasionally publishes gossip and rumors about law schools and small legal practices. Above the Law was recognized in 2008 by the ABA Journal as one of the 100 best Web sites by lawyers, for lawyers. The Washington Post in passing, called Above the Law "a must-read legal blog."

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Katy Perry's chesty duet with Elmo won't make it on the air anytime soon. The segment has been yanked from the TV broadcast of 'Sesame Street' due to feedback from viewers on YouTube. So to further capitalize on the publicity, Katy Perry showed up on the season premiere of Saturday Night Live over the weekend guest starring in a sketch poking fun at the Sesame Street breast controversy. She played Maureen DiChico, a teenage library volunteer with new found big tits who reads books to kids. Perry wore a really tight Elmo shirt and bounced up and down, up and down, up and down throughout the sketch again and again.

Katy can't sing for shit, and couldn't dance to save her life. It is a shame she is a star without really having the talent to have earned it but she has really big boobs and that is all she need. She could probably sing better if she didn't wear such ridiculously short, tight, revealing clothes that probably impede her ability to use her diaphragm to sing. Of course, you take away her tight revealing clothes, she'd lose half her audience, I am sure. But I really like her because she know her boobs are the only things keeping her relevant and she is not ashamed to use them. Just look at her bounce those tits shamelessly! Click on pictures to enlarge.




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