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Quality country, Philippines. If you could tell me of the places to avoid and visit there, I'd appreciate it. I love hearing of other places in the world.

I also made a travel brochure on Murika

https://www.fakku.net/forums/writing-and-fanfiction/summer-2014-travel-brochure

Don't go or even think of staying in Manila. The Philippines ain't the best place in Asia to live in.

The bright points are the good country places with their exotic food. You'll never go hungry in this place. If ya want to see a good modern place go to Makati, the only true bright spot in Metro Manila, if ya want a good city with good surroundings Cebu is nice. Places like Quiapo are a no, no, plenty of bad people there.

This oughta be in W&F

https://www.fakku.net/forums/incoherent-babbling/uh-oh-i-killed-a-hooker

Are you still busy? I think I would be. I am not sure if I can get down to writing The Boring Boy. However, I can somehow manage to find time for GTA San Andreas and perhaps the Private Eye thread.



You write in Tagalog don't you? Love to know the details of what you have written. As for me, English is my first language and I wrote quite a lot of nonsense. You can click on the signatures below to have a taste of what I write:

https://www.fakku.net/forums/writing-and-fanfiction/summer-contest-entry-2012-leonard267s-summer-vacation

https://www.fakku.net/forums/writing-and-fanfiction/winter-writing-contest-wrap-up-campaigning-and-mudslinging

I mainly write to amuse myself. Find writing much easier than drawing or sketching. Writing to me is all about communicating what I think into the written word. Writing techniques, 'nice-sounding' phrases are all really secondary to that.

i guess i'm trying to prepare for my final exams. but i can spend some time if you want.

Mexicans bored of Mexico? It's happening.

http://www.hispachan.org/mex/res/34277.html

The Lady of the Night

The Lady of the Night was a very elusive yet well-known figure much alike the blood red moon that grace the night skies ever so rarely but known to all. She was the object of desire of many men and the object of envy of those who belonged to the so-called fairer sex. Perhaps the best word to describe The Lady of the Night is bewitching.

It was no wonder that many stories concerning her were made and like all stories of such nature, are of doubtful veracity but contain tiny nuggets of truth. Some claimed that those who entered her embrace found youth everlasting. Some claimed that men who touched her lips were blessed with good fortune (and made fortunes). Some claimed that those whom she gazed at were crowned with fame and glory. Some also claimed that many people who approached and beheld her were smitten by her that they never returned.

How many believed in those stories about her? Certainly not a not-so-young man who rightly took those stories with a pinch of salt but had not enough sense to mind his own business and not curiosity get the better of him. For many days and many months, that young man flitted from one town to another where they were news of sightings of The Lady of the Night. His obsession with The Lady might have paid off after all as he was able to track her down using (and sifting through) the information he gathered about the Lady.

He gathered that the Lady would either have to live like a recluse or go underground. Yet, she could not suppress the urge to show herself ever once in a while. Though she was discreet, the not-so young man managed to trace her whereabouts. The two were to confront each other at long last at the outskirts of some bustling city where the hustle and bustle of the nightlife were faint and distant. A full moon with an uncommon red hue was high in the sky. It was of course a starless night.

The Lady was bemused by the not-so-young man's persistence in locating her. How could someone have the resources to engage in a months long search? Does gold line his pockets? Who was this not-so-young man? It appeared that The Lady of the Night now felt what others felt about her, that aura of mystery and the feelings of aroused curiosity that accompanied it. Yet neither was she willing to be straightforward with him after many years of moving in the shadows and keeping a low profile. She would toy with him like a child receiving a new plaything and would discard him if she longer fancies him.

The not-so-young man was at a loss of words when he saw the Lady of the Night. Was he besotted due to her looks? Was he in pure disbelief that the Lady of the Night decided to appear before him so brazenly? Either way, the Lady of the Night beckoned at him, and the not-so-young man followed her mindlessly as if gripped by some kind of spell into her carriage.

So, the not-so-young man was brought into a palatial residence located faraway from where they met. Where it was exactly many did not know. The not-so-young man thought that he was brought underground to where the Lady of the Night lived. The entire place was illuminated with a gentle, orange glow pleasing to the eyes and soothing to the mind. As gentle as the lights was the music played by unseen musicians in the background. Even more soothing and at the same time arousing was the scented oils used.

The Lady of the Night smiled at him and clicked her fingers. Many young women, barely a decade after puberty and with looks almost as astounding as The Lady herself appeared before the not-so-young man. If they were there in that place of residence the whole time, they must be well concealed.

All of this would have enthralled any ordinary man, and it seemed that the not-so-young man was entranced himself. Tonight (or perhaps today for it was not possible to tell whether it was day or night) would be unforgettable. All the man had to do was to utter four words.





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Concerning Morality and A Case Study of the Human Life Cycle

Morality, often confused with ethics (rule based definitions of right and wrong) or virtue (desirable attribute), is in actuality a personal belief of what is right or wrong. Putting the topic of morality into consideration, it is indeed a considerably contentious issue since what I consider right or wrong is considerably different by a considerable amount from a considerably homicidal psychopath lopping off some poor man's head without consideration leading to a considerable amount of blood splattered.

The pointless rape of the English language aside, this essay proposes the hypothesis that while morality differs from one person to another, it really boils down to this: "You do good, you will be rewarded. You do wrong, you will be punished."

The author of this essay however realises that a mere definition of morality is not only vague and rather difficult to comprehend. Moreover, coming up with an essay is the surest way to bore readers (though to be truthful, they are bored with whatever I put into writing anyway) and not win anything in writing events like these where everyone prefers a properly written story that I am extremely reluctant to come up with.

Thus, the mode of presentation to elucidate this fascinating topic of morality would be to go through the life cycle of a certain human being called John. In line with attempting (futilely) to compete for top prize or at least an honourable mention for the event, a narrative instead of an essay will be written:

When what could be seen of John was a lump in his mother's abdomen, and when his head was splitting open the cervix of his poor mother, and when his body is shoving aside the pelvic bones, and when his poor mother was suffering from conditions symptomatic of someone in labour, John's mother was in incredible pain and agony.

When what could be seen of John was a lump in his mother's abdomen, and when his head was splitting open the cervix of his poor mother, and when his body is shoving aside the pelvic bones, and when his poor mother was suffering from conditions symptomatic of someone in labour, John's mother was in incredible pain and agony.

It is in times like these, one’s thoughts go back into the past in search for the answer to these questions: “What did I do to land myself in this situation? What have I done wrong? How do I avoid being in such a situation in the future?” The same goes for John’s mother. Here are her answers to those questions:

What did I do to land myself in this situation?
My husband and I tried for a baby. It worked.

What have I done wrong?
My husband and I tried for a baby. It worked.

How do I avoid being in such a situation in the future?
We should not try for a baby in the future.

These thoughts appear to be simple but have profound consequences. Apart from the obvious ones like John doomed to not having any younger brother or sister and John being subject to rather nasty physical abuse when he asked rather innocently to his mother why he doesn’t have a younger brother or sister, it had most of all his mother’s beliefs of what is right and what is wrong. It was wrong of her to try for a baby and right for her not to try for a baby.

Did the harrowing experience of childbirth change her beliefs pertaining to morality?



Though it must be said that what John’s mother experienced is quite similar to behaviour conditioning. (As its name implies, behaviour conditioning is the process where one is made to behave in a certain way.) Childbirth was so traumatic to John’s mother that she swore not to undergo it again. Her behaviour can be said to be conditioned by childbirth. One’s morality is conditioned as well, as John’s life story should show.

His first few years, just like any other infant’s, presented him a steep learning curve he had to surmount. After all, he was not born into this world knowing everything about how to conduct himself in the civilised world. Providence did endow him with the faculties needed to learn, namely am inquisitive and easily impressed mind, ever ready to experiment and try new things. The problem is however, inquisitive minds do not lead to civilised behaviour, quite the contrary. As it is too unsettling to recount in detail the mischief a stupid, ill-bred and mindless brat, we will settle for a limerick to detail what John did for most of his first few years.

Infant John made a mess
Of his food on the desk

He crawled up high places, here and there
And gave his mother quite a good scare

This looked bad, so it seemed
But made much worse
With Infant John’s screams

His poor mother was thus in no good mood
And she spanked and spanked and spanked and spanked
Infant John till he was good

It was in these formative years, John learnt (rather painfully) what was right and what was wrong. It all boiled down to this: Do wrong and you will be spanked horribly. Do right and you will not be spanked horribly. Sense was beaten into him. Civility was beaten into him. Indeed, morality was beaten to him.

That appeared to be clear cut and easy to comprehend. Yet, his struggled in the next few years of his life on issues pertaining to right and wrong. While it is easy to conclude that a deed is right or moral after it is done, it isn’t the case before the deed is performed. Take for example that episode in John’s childhood when he attempted his very first mural with crayons and colour pencils at his poor mother’s bedroom. John then must have thought his first masterpiece possessing much aesthetic value. However, his mother (and indeed anyone else who beheld the mess he made on the walls in his mother’s bedroom) was not of that opinion and begun manhandling him with powerful blows to his bottom.

Imagine how perplexed John must have felt then when his masterpiece garnered such a reception from his mother. How was he to know that his mother hated mural paintings especially if it was done in her bedroom? This episode was not without consequence. John †˜knew’ that mural painting is wrong and so is an interest in the fine arts. Refraining from such activity on the other hand was right. Because it is difficult to know if a deed say scrawling on the walls with crayons is wrong, John’s morality was shaped by a painful process of trial and error.

This continued as he grew older where he was punished for doing bad and not really rewarded for doing good or not doing wrong. There was a difference though. The seriousness of and the number of the decisions he had to make grew along with his age. The outcome of a single decision made when he was in his teenage years like the amount of time he was to spend in his studies had more profound consequences compared to his first and final attempt at mural painting. Long and tortuous explanations aside, the following briefly lists some of John’s exploits in his prepubescence and pubescence:

1. Imitated what he saw in television to gain attention. It was a cartoon character who like all cartoon characters can’t speak normally. Received unwanted attention and was made fun of and beaten. Learnt that imitating what the television shows is wrong and not imitating television shows is right.

2. Played truant one day because he felt like it. Received a severe tongue lashing from his teacher and was beaten. Learnt that playing truant is wrong and not playing truant is right.

3. Picked up a stray kitten on his way home. Mauled by the kitten’s mother and was bitten. A nasty infection took place. Learnt that picking up stray kittens is wrong and displaying a dislike for kittens, cats and anything feline-shaped is right.

4. Rubbed some part of his own body. Felt very, very good. Learnt that not rubbing that part of his own body is wrong and rubbing it is right.

Although these are all experiences of a healthy young males and some of us, perhaps more advanced in years would find them juvenile and silly (and creepy). Indeed, if John were made to look back into his past, he would be of the same opinion too. Nonetheless, these life experiences, trivial (and creepy) they may be, shaped John’s views on what is right or wrong.

Then there came a point in his life where that simple formula in determining what is right and is wrong was put into question. It concerns procreation and John’s progeny. John’s experience with courting women went like this:

- Had a relationship with a young woman. The relationship didn’t go well. Learnt that having relationships is wrong and not having relationships is right.
He thought he would remain single for good but for the intervention of his mother. His relationship with can be summed up like this:

- John went against his mother’s wishes. He almost landed himself in hospital. Learnt that going against his mother is wrong and listening to her is right.

This presents an apparent dilemma but John found it easy to resolve. This was how he did it:

- Having a relationship is wrong because things will not go well.

- Going against my mother’s wishes is worse because I might land myself in hospital.

- Since having a relationship is less ruinous compared to going against my mother’s wishes, I think I am going to have a relationship after all.

And so he found himself betrothed to a rather charming young lady around his age, who under pressure from both their mothers tied the knot, settled down and tried to live happily after. Little did he know at that time that far from having a happy ending, a new chapter of the story of life was beginning to unfold. However, John’s life were to be a story, that story might be a horror story. It certainly would make a horrible entry to some writing event conducted on a forum of pornographic website.

To do justice to how his married life was, and it was one that would continue until he drew his last breath, would require another long entry that ought to be left for another time. Yet, it is still possible to list the highlights of his married life that lead him once more to question if a deed is right or wrong and shape his idea on is moral and what isn’t. Here is once more a list:

a. The night when he consummated his marriage. John remembered feeling good. For some reason he never asked his spouse if she felt the same. If it felt good, it must be good or moral!

b. The night when his spouse went into labour in scenes so reminiscent of what his mother had to go through a long time ago. John remembered it not feeling good. For some reason, he also never asked his spouse if she felt the same. If childbirth didn’t feel good, it must be not be good or moral!

c. The night when he had to put up with his young daughter’s inane and eardrum piercing screaming. John remembered it not feeling good. For some reason, he also never asked his spouse if she felt the same. If having to put up with having a daughter didn’t feel good, then it must be not be good or moral!

d. The night when he decided to deal with his young daughter’s inane and eardrum piercing screaming by giving her a good thumping on the bottom. The screaming was replaced by bawling which sounded less inane and not so ear piercing though it was loud. If beating your daughter when she does an inane and eardrum piercing scream feel good, then it must be good or moral. (He never told his spouse what he had done to their daughter by the way.)

Readers at this juncture might have found that John’s story was, putting aside the lazy and repetitive writing, indeed filled with repetitions. Another generation underwent the same treatment and with it the same thought processes. In other words, John’s daughter was to become as nutty as John himself. Leaving aside the fact that she would never have the (mis)fortune to have siblings younger than her, she would inherit from his father the way to determine right from wrong.

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Well, looks like I'm late for the contest. If I didn't keep second guessing myself beforehand I probably would have gotten an entry in.

It has been quite some time since I have last posted here. Those few who are mad enough to go through every single letter I write would point out that I lack creativity and all of my work can really be described as making fun of the work of those who put in tremendous effort to come up with something fictional, quite removed from reality and of questionable value in the real world.

So I decided to change tack for this particular post. I would instead attempt to translate work of those who put in tremendous effort to come with something non-fictional. There is one problem with that though. I myself am not sure of whether it is truly real or not going by the very jaw-dropping title of "A Foreign Student in Japan Says: "The Japanese are ****ed-Up! (Pun very much intended)"

I leave it to readers to judge the veracity of the contents by sharing this link. I hope their command of that hard to read, hard to write and hard to utter Chinese language is up to scratch!

http://bbs.tiexue.net/post2_3859341_1.html

For readers who are unable to appreciate and read the most spoken language on the face of this planet, I am in two minds. My subconscious mind wishes to say "shame on you" while common sense tells me to tell you "not to fear". You will be treated to an unreliable translation by this Non-Writer anyway:


I studied and lived in Japan for five years in the 90s. For those who wish to know, I learnt media studies and linguistics during my time there. I was of the belief that the Japanese and the Chinese were of similar stock and so share the same reservations towards matters pertaining to the birds and the bees.

That was naïve of me. You see, the both the Chinese and the Japanese practice Zen Buddhism but their attitudes towards Buddhism are vastly different. Also, the Japanese are an open (and by open I mean decadent and ****ed up) society just like Europe and America but even so their attitudes towards sex are unique and certainly different!

Most would find their attitudes towards sex completely unacceptable. Risking the execration of my readers, I say, with no intention to exaggerate or admonish the Japanese, that they are twisted for they suffer little to no inhibition where sex is concerned. They engage in sexual activity that would be considered taboo in other cultures without compunction. But who am I to admonish them? They might have their reasons for behaving like the inhabitants of Gomorrah and Sodom. It might be an accepted way of life for all I know!

1. Talking about the Birds and the Bees – In Broad Daylight

I have rubbed shoulders with many Japanese males who are well groomed and well behaved on most occasions but bring up the topic of sex and this veneer of civility peels off. When I did my internship, I shared the dinner table with my Japanese colleagues. The topics of conversation range from the performance of certain companies, what is on the news bulletins, matters pertaining to finance and that very appetising topic of describing with great detail human genitalia and what people do with them. Needless to say I was very uncomfortable for many a meal until I was somehow habituated to it. Who talks about these matters in polite company?


2. Conversations with a University Student

I once shared a room with an Economics student. He is a thrifty, hardworking and quiet chap of 19 years. He is also very polite to the ladies. We would spend quality time with each other during the weekends over a few cans of beer and tables of chess. After all, I am a stranger in this country and he had no girlfriend and is hard up on money; what could we do outdoors? We spoke about everything under the sun, sex included. I found it peculiar that whilst he admitted that he still more or less a virgin, but to say that his knowledge of the birds and the bees is prolific would be the understatement of the century. It turns out that his knowledge of such matters come from certain reading materials and video resources of which I will not go into detail. I have to add that matters pertaining to sex are considered proper topics of discussion in his grade school.

Since he has such a morbid obsession towards attempts at procreation, why didn’t he attempt to find a female partner or seek the services of a woman of the streets? His response: This is a must know for every Japanese male.

He wishes to work in one of Japan’s best automobile companies. Since having a girlfriend would take too much money, he has no desire to have a girlfriend that can double as a sex education resource. He claims to be a very prudent man too, and prudent men don’t fool around with women. I can sympathise with a prudent and sensible attitude towards life.

However, I find it hard to sympathise with one of his more outrageous declarations where he claimed to have shared a bathroom with his sister who was 3 years younger than him – and in high school. On that occasion, his younger sister was subject to a rather thorough inspection of her nether regions. Even more outrageous was how her sister acquiesced to his gawking. And as he recounted this to me, he was as cool as a cucumber and spoke of it as if he was describing the weather. He also told me that he peeked at his mother changing too.


3. A Topic for Discussion in Public: My Parents Had Sex

I might come off as a prude at this juncture so allow me to say that back home I talk about wo1men too. We talk about how they dress, how they look, how they do things with the very occasional description of how we ended up with one-night stands with them. We would never ever talk about how our parents conceived us and their attempts to give us younger brothers and sisters.

Now, I had to put with how their parents made their families literally with my Japanese friends though. I remembered holidaying with a few of them in Sendai where the topic first turned to matters pertaining to sex, then it turned to how sexy their parents were (I learnt that one of my Japanese friends’ mothers was a rather attractive dancer) and then it turnd to how his mother did a strip tease with his father participating.

One would expect that in most countries, an awkward silence would fall after a description of their parent’s sex lives, perhaps followed with quite understandable physical violence or a call to the local asylum. Not in Japan though. Bring this topic up and everyone would boast about their parents’ sex lives as if it were something to be proud of. I also recalled male drivers discussing with female tour guides about what undergarments middle aged women and old ladies use. This doesn’t happen back home and I suspect anywhere else.

This leads me to one of my meetings with a Japanese reporter who was my acquaintance. His family wasn’t at home and the food and drink served were very simple. We were treated to many stories from him and since this is Japan, we were also treated to how he peeped at his parents having a go at each other. His performance in bed is very much inspired by what he saw from his parents. I believe readers who have read to this point can guess how his parents felt about him peeking at them – this was how they taught their children about the birds and the bees.

This was followed with a detailed description of what his parents did in their 20th anniversary of their wedding. Traditional dresses were worn, traditional dresses were taken off, there was some rubbing politely labelled as cleansing the body, then they got down and dirty. Very proudly our reporter friend declared that he owed his health and intelligence to his mother’s sex drive and fertility. I am afraid that by then Japanese obsession toward sex got into me because I was captivated (not disgusted) with that description of love making between geriatrics. My Japanese friends too spoke about how their parents did it and somehow I failed to recall what they said. (Yet more evidence that I am abandoning my modesty together with my humanity and becoming Japanese)

Then came my turn to talk about my parents bonking each other. I really had no idea what happened much to the dismay and disappointment of my Japanese companions.

“I offered you chicken soup for your soul and I got nothing in return?!”,
exclaimed my reporter friend in mock anger.

Looking back, I couldn’t in good conscience go into detail about my parents’ sex lives even if I really knew what had happened. That would be letting my parents down. I thought it must be the opposite for the Japanese. Speaking of their parents’ sex lives is a way of honouring them!

I have one more story to share with you. In order to brush up on my Japanese, I decided to borrow Japanese classics from a Japanese friend of mine. He gave me an in depth analysis of how female characters differ between European classics and the sex lives of his mother and his wife. Surely the first thing that comes to mind when talking about writers like Rousseau and Maupassant! #sarcasm And what is worse, I am convinced, going by how he goes about it, that he really saw it as earnest literary critique. The Japanese do not seem to associate such matters with incest and neither would they partake in it though. However, I wonder, given this environment, if some Japanese, no doubt in the minority, would take to incest.

4. Concerning Incest

Japanese laws outlaw incest outright. The official narrative towards incest is one of derision, contempt and strident opposition. Any man who rapes his daughters or his mother would be severely dealt with the law. Back home, I hear grizzly stories of daughters being raped by their birth fathers but never did I once hear of mothers being violated by their sons. This isn’t the case in Japan where these happen much more frequently. Incest is much more of a problem in Japan.

There appears to be some kind of media obsession with incest eerily similar to how we talk about secret liaisons between certain celebrities. The Japanese are actually alright if incest if no got hurt and if it were consensual. Incest in Japan, if you haven’t realised by now, is not really a taboo topic and does who did it don’t bother to hide it. They treat it like some kind of romantic affair between a man and his mistress. One could hear a lack of scorn towards those commit incest, even a hint of admiration. After all, true love transcends all boundaries! Why should familial relations stand in the way? Any man who shares mutual love with his mother and his daughter ought to **** with each other. (I have to emphasise that this is Japanese logic, not mine)

My Japanese companions speak of their sexual exploits with their family members. One of them being a colleague of mine called Mitsugi who is a few years my senior. He was rather grateful to me for sending me traditional medicine for his stomach problems. I called him “Young Man Poplar” for he had a large and towering figure. With his round rimmed glasses he looked like one of the villains in an anti-Japanese movie but unlike them he wasn’t cruel and heartless, quite the contrary.

We went to Hokkaido on one occasion and stayed in a ranch. Now, the weather in Hokkaido is much worse than Harbin where temperatures can reach minus 40 degrees Celsius on a very bad winter day. We were made to huddle together in a run-down house, and our nights were spent shivering and cursing the landlord for not building a house with proper heating despite having the resources to do so. That was when Mitsugi wanted us to share a few †˜life stories’ that we deemed unforgettable. I decided to talk about what my wife and I did during our honeymoon nights, very, very reluctantly and I skipped over the details. Mitsugi spoke of his experiences with his wife, and it felt more or less the same as mine. After sharing those experiences, there was a long moment of silence before Mitsugi offered to go into a certain transgression he committed when he was young. It wasn’t grand theft auto, it wasn’t fooling around with some young lady, it was fooling around with his mother!

I was taken aback. Surely he wasn’t trying to humour me in the most bizarre way about how he tried to sleep with his mother? “Oh no!” He replied. There was no way he could fabricate lies especially when his mother is involved even if that allegedly true story involves mother bonking.

Here was how the story went:

Start of story
Mitsugi’s father was a technician working in the mines who died of lung cancer due to the parlous working conditions he was subjected to. Mitsugi was only 10, his sister 3, his mother was 36 years old then. To make ends meet, his mother became a nurse.

Seven years later when Mitsugi was 17 he contracted some form of tuberculosis induced from a high fever. Even after he was discharged from hospital, he suffered from a very bad cough. That worried his mother intensely of course. He was tended to by his mother who gave him his medication, cajoled him to sleep and lay by his side. Mitsugi spent quite a lot of them in his mother’s arms whilst she petted him notwithstanding the risk of infection, as if she expected that that would somehow rid him of his disease.

Then went on for a month until he recovered. By then, Mitsugi found himself not only attracted to his mother spiritually but physically too. One night, he buried his head in his mother’s bosom and one thing lead to another. The end result was nightly trysts between him and his mother that went on till his 18th birthday. After that, his mother encouraged him to go **** someone else. Even with a wife and a family of his own, he is still obsessed with his mother with frequent trips to Osaka where his mother now lives and plenty of money stored in his mother’s bank account.
End of story

The first question that came out of my mouth after hearing the story was, “Does your wife know about this?” Mitsugi told me that his wife didn’t know until their first child was conceived and his wife was in more of a position to sympathise with mother-son incest. That must have been the case since his wife forgave him for mother****ing. This is motherly love, a love that allows for stupid children to do what they want.

I pointed out to him that dirty linen ought not to be washed in public. He was surprised at my response and told me that he shared this story with many of his friends. After all, everyone makes mistakes; mistakes like raping your mother for instance, a crime on par with murder and arson from where I come from.

He seemed very taken aback by my response so I had to humour him by saying something incredibly stupid: “It might have been a mistake, but it lead to a very beautiful and romantic story.” That made him sleep and made me sleepless.

I asked if I could share this story with my friends back home. He was agreeable but only on the condition that I properly conveyed what his mother was thinking when she allowed her son to sleep with her as if that would in any way make my friends back home less disgusted. I hope I succeeded in conveying properly Mitsugi’s story and I assure you that Mitsugi is not an alias.

Furthermore, I heard stories about my school concerning a professor working in a Japanese university who comes from a good background, exceptionally able but he remained single till he died at 65. He wasn’t interested in women which is considered remarkable if you are living in Japan. I heard that many beautiful women wished to date him but he refused them He once proposed to a 45 year old in his 50th year only to be rejected and so lived the remainder of his days with his dear mother. He took care of her and her funeral and never failed to take her out for walks. Shortly after she died and he learnt that he had cancer, he committed suicide by inhaling gas from the stove.

Now, the Japanese are convinced that anyone with genitals dangling out of their bodies ought to have some kind of sex life. Rumours were afloat that he was a homosexual or that he was impotent but there was little to no proof. It was until upon reading his will everyone learnt that he had an enormous sex drive all directed at his lover who was also his dear mother.

The excuse for having this incestuous relationship was that his mother’s marriage with his father didn’t really go well with his father physically abusing his mother rather frequently. To make matters worse, his father had many mistresses and was rather successful and so was rarely at home. Abandoned by her husband with only her child as company, she became her child’s music teacher and her child (the professor) in turn became her confidant. Since this is Japan, you’d expect a romantic relationship to blossom between mother and son.

That happened when the professor was 18 years old and he found his mother crying in a corner on her 42nd birthday, left in the lurch by her husband as usual. The 18 year old soon-to-be professor consoled her and that somehow lead to them being sexual partners until a plane crash that killed the professor’s father who is also his lover’s husband. Perhaps his mother wanted him to move out and seek a living on his own. The professor refused to do so swearing never to marry so that he can be with his mother for eternity. But moved out he did, sort of. He packed his belongings and moved – into his mother’s bedroom. Henceforth, they shared a bed and lived like a couple. When his mother became old and no longer desired to be ****ed but knowing that would distress his lover / son, she allowed him to be the object of his sexual desires.

Admittedly, matters like these aren’t published in Japan due to self-censorship. It so happened that the professor managed to forward a copy of his will detailing how he bonked his mother to the press who promptly published it. This begs the question: Why publish it?

I got very serious and well thought out answers. First, he left behind no descendants who will bear the brunt of being ridiculed and mocked. Second, the professor didn’t think it was a problem to begin with since it is an expression of love. Thirdly, for the Japanese hiding the fact that you committed incest is a more grievous crime than committing incest.

I then asked, “Is the will real?”

The response: “Well, the romance between mother and son might be exaggerated. I wouldn’t see my mother as my girlfriend.”
Plausible. Makes sense.

The response continues: “But, it is quite plausible that the professor committed incest in the heat of the moment and incest is rather commonplace in Japan.”
Most people would not turn to incest if they can’t find a girlfriend! This response is not plausible. Does not make sense. I must be in Japan.

Now, allow me to talk at length about cultural differences between Japan and the rest of the world. The Japanese, upon listening to stories like this, would lament the fact that they were blood related and so can’t be proper lovers. Everyone else on this bloody globe would either put the two in an asylum or line up to stone them Islamist style.

A Shanghainese restauranteur in Japan that I know of often demands that his daughter come back early and refrain from dressing skimpily. When asked why, he said that the Japanese are perverts out loud and then his voice fell into a whisper, “They wouldn’t even spare their own mothers!”

What was his basis for saying that? It all had to do with a drunk young man boasting in front of his male and female friends of his sexual exploits. Since this is Japan, this disgusting display was of course met with cheers. How did he manage to make so many women feel good? He had to thank his mother for all the practical lessons he had with her ever since he was 16. The non-Japanese in that restaurant lost their appetite while the Japanese cheered ever the more loudly, even the women.

The Shanghainese restauranteur told me that this isn’t the only instance of Japanese claiming to have slept with their mothers. “They all can’t be false!” he exclaimed. I am not sure if mother****ing is really commonplace in Japan, but I have to hand it to the uniquely Japanese inclination to wash their dirty linen in public!

Ahahahaha! This article if fucked! If it's real, holy shit! If it's not, then it might be real! This was a good read! Well done, Lenny.

5. Old Japanese Prostitutes

Given the situation in Japan, it is a no-brainer that the sex industry must be the most thriving industry in Japan. Any foreigner who steps foot on Japan would soon realise that. To combat the powerful advertising drive of the sex industry, the government is forced to respond with regulations ranging from health regulations, where they are allowed to operate, the age of sex workers, safeguards against STDs like AIDS, restrictions placed on advertisements and measures to stop young girls and boys from entering red light districts. Sex advertisements in Japan offer more than just a one night stand. It offers gratification to fetishes of every kind. Please made sure you haven’t eaten anything before moving on to the next paragraph where I raise a few examples of what services they offer:

1. Lactating prostitutes, who are fed drugs to induce lactation, breastfeeding customers.

2. Orgies taking place in the same bedroom.

3. Sex competitions and live sex shows


4. Disgusting displays of sadomasochism.

5. Anything depraved and disgusting that can thought of. Indeed, this is what the sex industry needs to worry about.

The patrons to the sex industry come from all walks from life from those with failed marriage, the mentally unstable and ill to perverts with rather disturbing fetishes, which describes the many Japanese who work and study. It is a truism to say that the sex industry is the embodiment of Japan.

Most prostitutes would have to retire in their 20s and 30s. Not in Japan where you can have prostitutes of every age. I have learnt that there is a tendency for old male customers to seek the services of young prostitutes and for young male customers to seek the services of old prostitutes. The former isn’t unique to Japan but not the latter. Why do young men go after old prostitutes?!

The answer lies with how young males see old prostitutes as their confidants. Not only could they satisfy their carnal desires, they could offer a listening ear for their troubled souls. Another answer would be that many young males wish to **** their mothers. Since it would be illegal and potentially damaging to do so, they use the services of old and motherly prostitutes.

They are many brothels staffed by women over their 40s and more than half of their clients are young men with occasional teenager. The “Akiba” class of brothels is rather interesting in the sense that it doesn’t titillate and not everyone can use their services. The owner of the Akiba brothel can refuse entry and the prostitutes are the most ordinary women you can find albeit very refined showing consummate skill in the arts be it chess playing, instrument strumming and flower arranging. The Akiba prostitutes are really Aunt Agonies with very hefty price tags. They usually reject offers of sex.

This leads me to one of my acquaintances called Matsutoshi. He is 21 year old who is picking up a language with my help. Without any compunction or shame, he told me that he has a severe case of the Oedipus complex and loves talking to middle-aged ladies. He has frequented these Akiba brothels where he was served by one Iwata Ryouko, 54 years old. She wears glasses, she is very knowledgeable, she is a good conversation partner and knows Chinese calligraphy. Matsutoshi would learn about faraway countries and customs from her and come out of the Akiba brothel a very happy boy. As they got closer, Iwata even decided not to charge him that much out of consideration of his financial situation.

Why did she choose to do that, Matsutoshi once asked her. With sadness, she told him that she was born then shortly after orphaned in WWII. She turned to prostitution at the age of 16 and stopped at 24 where she then studied at a university majoring in geography. She married a businessman who deals in construction at 29 who divorced her and took her son into custody 10 years later. Given her history, it was not possible to find a proper job but she refused to go back into prostitution. That was when she turned to the tough and menial jobs in the countryside. When she was 47 and could no longer handle such physically strenuous labour, she once again turned back to the red-light industry albeit as an Akiba prostitute. She refused to have any sexual contact with her clients, choosing to entertain her clients some other way. Her clients are decent people with one or two teenagers. She has already saved up quite a lot of money and wishes to retire soon.

Iwata was fond of Matsutoshi who reminded him of her son who was separated from her long ago. Matsutoshi of course saw her as a motherly figure with whom he could confide in. The last time he met her was before he raped her. It begun with an out of the blue demand for sex after downing a few cups of wine. She was taken aback; Matsutoshi quickly apologised and an awkward silence ensued. Just before Matsutoshi was about to leave, Iwata laid on the tatami and removed her clothes. That was when she got raped. Angry and disappointed at Matsutoshi, she wished never to see him again. All Matsutoshi could do to make amends was to give in to her demands and buy a few books which she loved. He was filled with regret and knew that what he did greatly upset her.

It might be the air I breathed or it might be something in the water in Japan but instead of thinking this whole matter as disturbingly bizarre and surreal, I left with a better impression of the Akiba brothels after Matsutoshi shared with me his experiences with them, especially the part where he raped one of the Akiba prostitutes.

Iwata just wanted to make a living while retaining her dignity in the process of doing so. Never mind the fact that Matsutoshi has an Oedipus complex, such impulses can be controlled. It would not be too much to say that those who can’t control those impulses ought to have a stay at psychiatric ward. Why did Matsutoshi do that?! I chided him for what he dd. Why couldn’t he find some other prostitute?

He went on the defensive and said that he is not one to fool around and he felt that he was close friends with Iwata. His experience with sex is only limited to his first love in middle school. After they separated he never had a girlfriend or visited prostitutes (barring Awata of course). Raping Awata was his second go at putting his junk in someone else’s orifice. He wanted to become one with Iwata and it was no longer possible to separate his carnal desires with the immense respect he had for her. Iwata is beyond her prime with such a thick waist and such a wrinkled face. She could not engage in something physically rigorous like sex as well. However, he felt the urgent need to **** her because he was very, very close to her.

WHAT SORT OF LOGIC IS THAT?!

This must be a Japanese thing where mind and body must be one! A cruder translation must be: If you are of the same mind and are close to each other in thought, you must **** each other. Notwithstanding how they look, who they are what background they are from, their personal views and feelings, they must be ****ed!

Now I know why incest is a problem in Japan! Also, there are many women like Awata albeit more despondent and downtrodden to the extent that they become nihilistic and dismissive of morals and the concept of a sense of shame. These prostitutes are known as the Jukujotaku prostitutes or the House of Mature Women prostitutes if you are into clunky translations.. The prostitutes are between 40 and 60 and quite unlike the Akiba prostitutes, clients are free to choose whomever they want to ****. Some of them are uneducated and unrefined but were former beauties. Others are not so. The Jukujotaku prostitutes also come in different shapes and sizes. Most of the clients only come here to have tea with them, sing with them and chat with them without any bonking.

As for the rest, they have a wide range of bizarre sex requests from kissing, hugging, petting, sticking hands into their clothes, stripping them down to their undergarments, stripping them down till they are naked, touching them while they are naked, message, masturbation, insert their appendages into their orifices and have you lost your breakfast, lunch, dinner and whatever you are having yet? There is actually a price tag for each vomit-inducing sex act attached catering to the financial situation and tastes of the customers.

Teenagers and young men prefer kissing and hugging while very few demand these old prostitutes to actually engage in sex with them. Just in case that happens, the Jujujotaku brothels hilariously sets restrictions on how they have sex to protect their body parts which are already worn out by age! If the customer is too fat or has sex for too long, chances are they have violated these regulations.

I personally do not know anyone who goes to the Jukujotaku brothels but I have read many newspaper reports pertaining to patrons of these brothels. Here are a few stories I came across:

1. A 29 year old working man would frequent these brothels once a week to fool around with prostitutes 50 to 55 years old. He has erectile dysfunction and doesn’t have much of a sex life with his wife. However, he performs quite well in the Jukujotaku brothels! It turns out that he had an Oedipus complex for 15 years and desires no woman other than his 53 year old mother.

2. A successful businessman of 38 years patronises the Jukujotaku brothels not to have sex but to have a good night’s rest. It turns that he can only sleep after groping the belly and the breasts of some middle aged lady. It is a habit that he has not really kicked ever since he was young.

3. A young student of about 20 years wanted a prostitute of over 40 years to pat and caress his body and his gentleman’s sausage. He is unhinged enough to write in an essay that he felt motherly love in a Jukujotaku brothel.

4. There is always the occasional news of an underaged patron. A 15 year old attempted to force himself on a 48 year old prostitute. To prevent a commotion, the prostitute relented. The story didn’t end here with that boy frequenting that brothel everyday. The prostitute and the brothel were sued after the boy’s parents found out.

To help those who wish to have their fantasies of incest fulfilled, the Japanese came up with middlemen who would find prostitutes who look like, sound like and behave like the mother of their clients. The prostitutes would live with the client for one to three days mimicking what their mothers do be it doing household chores and humouring them. They always do what their clients can’t do with their mothers without being charged for incest which I so no need to go into.

Incest aside, there are still shall we say peculiarities that would unnerve anyone who is non-Japanese like old ladies in charge of massaging and bathing male patrons of bathhouses. Teahouses located at hot springs are known to have old ladies waiting on their clients who are always young men.


The translation ends here rather abruptly. But I was left thinking if what I had translated is real. It is really hard to make this up!

Holy shit... well, I mentioned the article to my gf since she's here with me, so I ended up reading it. This second part is even more fucked! I didn't even know they had so many rules and stipulations for different sexual situations. I keep forgetting that age of consent is 13 or something in Japan, so seeing such young people is odd. What really blows my mind is how passive these old women are! This article seems outrageous, but still believable.

What did your girlfriend say?

It is remarkable that most of the patrons of these old prostitutes are actually young men who then grow up and fool around with the very young ones.

Did Misaki Chi add you in her group chat?

She found it interesting, but a little unbelievable. She herself is familiar with a few Japanese traditions/customs so she know it might possibly be true.

Yes, I agree that it is very remarkable.

Yes, she did. I don't know when they happen though.

What is your Skype username by the way? (If you don't want to disclose it in this thread, feel free to PM me) I am in the group chat myself.

I'll send you a PM once I sort a few things out here. Shouldn't take more than a few hours... or days. When do they usually happen? Is it at random times?

You can just participate in the group chat. Though I never personally experience a 'social', I have seen a lot of people use the group chat to instant message each other.