Is reality dead?

[Jim]

Our local strip joint asked us years ago to put cameras up in their club. All the strippers have to sign a waver saying they know that they are being taped for security reasons. And, this club has a few back rooms where the VIPs get "Happy Endings". The legalities were just a little too much for me with the gents in the back room so we had to say no.

I think real reality would be a great seller.

[RedShoe]

Originally Posted by Jim

I think real reality would be a great seller.

"Real reality"... It almost sounds like an oxy-moron.

But isn't that what home-made, bad, amateur porn is? Real people fucking for no cash or incentive.

[Useless]

The reality sites never quite meshed with my sense of reality. In my reality, you go out to a bar with your knuckle-dragging friends. Dance and chat with a few hotties. You are the one they think is funny. You are the one they keep saying is 'smart'. You are the one who compliments them on their various personal qualities. You are the one who goes home and jerks off while your friends fuck them in a parking lot. That's reality. But I suppose a site dedicated to lonely blue-balled men jerking off and weeping hysterically probably wouldn't sell.

But there's the other reality too. You break up with a chick because she's a complete fucking whore who proudly describes all of her sexual encounters with other men when you first find out that she's made a complete fucking cuckold out of you. You go out to clubs looking for someone new who isn't a complete fucking whore. Of course, you don't find anyone because the friends who took you out to help you find someone new end up banging all of the available babes that still had all of their teeth. So you leave the club; drunk and alone. What do you do in your moment of drunken desperation? You call of up your ex-whore and, for whatever odd reason, she's home watching tv instead of downing some scumbag's cock like she would have been doing if you were still dating. She invites your pathetic ass over. You're drunk, she's a slut. You start off grudge-fucking her, but you fall in love with her cunt all over again. Two weeks later it burns when you piss and snot-green puss is dripping from your cock. You tell her she's a rotten chlamidia-infested whore and that you hate her fucking whore guts. Her defense is, "how do you know that it was me?" And that's the sad part. That's when you realize how much life sucks. That's when you reply, "Because no one else will fuck me!"

That's reality.

[RedShoe]

Originally Posted by Useless Warrior

The reality sites never quite meshed with my sense of reality. In my reality, you go out to a bar with your knuckle-dragging friends. Dance and chat with a few hotties. You are the one they think is funny. You are the one they keep saying is 'smart'. You are the one who compliments them on their various personal qualities. You are the one who goes home and jerks off while your friends fuck them in a parking lot. That's reality. But I suppose a site dedicated to lonely blue-balled men jerking off and weeping hysterically probably wouldn't sell.

But there's the other reality too. You break up with a chick because she's a complete fucking whore who proudly describes all of her sexual encounters with other men when you first find out that she's made a complete fucking cuckold out of you. You go out to clubs looking for someone new who isn't a complete fucking whore. Of course, you don't find anyone because the friends who took you out to help you find someone new end up banging all of the available babes that still had all of their teeth. So you leave the club; drunk and alone. What do you do in your moment of drunken desperation? You call of up your ex-whore and, for whatever odd reason, she's home watching tv instead of downing some scumbag's cock like she would have been doing if you were still dating. She invites your pathetic ass over. You're drunk, she's a slut. You start off grudge-fucking her, but you fall in love with her cunt all over again. Two weeks later it burns when you piss and snot-green puss is dripping from your cock. You tell her she's a rotten chlamidia-infested whore and that you hate her fucking whore guts. Her defense is, "how do you know that it was me?" And that's the sad part. That's when you realize how much life sucks. That's when you reply, "Because no one else will fuck me!"

That's reality.

I actually read this and really did laugh out loud. I mean.. really. I actually laughed. Funny shit man!!

Usually I just say "LOL" even if I really didn't laugh. But this time I really did.

[eman]

Originally Posted by Useless Warrior

The reality sites never quite meshed with my sense of reality. In my reality, you go out to a bar with your knuckle-dragging friends. Dance and chat with a few hotties. You are the one they think is funny. You are the one they keep saying is 'smart'. You are the one who compliments them on their various personal qualities. You are the one who goes home and jerks off while your friends fuck them in a parking lot. That's reality. But I suppose a site dedicated to lonely blue-balled men jerking off and weeping hysterically probably wouldn't sell.

But there's the other reality too. You break up with a chick because she's a complete fucking whore who proudly describes all of her sexual encounters with other men when you first find out that she's made a complete fucking cuckold out of you. You go out to clubs looking for someone new who isn't a complete fucking whore. Of course, you don't find anyone because the friends who took you out to help you find someone new end up banging all of the available babes that still had all of their teeth. So you leave the club; drunk and alone. What do you do in your moment of drunken desperation? You call of up your ex-whore and, for whatever odd reason, she's home watching tv instead of downing some scumbag's cock like she would have been doing if you were still dating. She invites your pathetic ass over. You're drunk, she's a slut. You start off grudge-fucking her, but you fall in love with her cunt all over again. Two weeks later it burns when you piss and snot-green puss is dripping from your cock. You tell her she's a rotten chlamidia-infested whore and that you hate her fucking whore guts. Her defense is, "how do you know that it was me?" And that's the sad part. That's when you realize how much life sucks. That's when you reply, "Because no one else will fuck me!"

That's reality.

Develop your writing skills. You're a natural. .

[Jim]

Originally Posted by RedShoe

"Real reality"... It almost sounds like an oxy-moron.

But isn't that what home-made, bad, amateur porn is? Real people fucking for no cash or incentive.

No, I am talking about a possible swing club where people sign releases saying they may or maynot be on camera for security purposes

[Useless]

Originally Posted by Jim

No, I am talking about a possible swing club where people sign releases saying they may or maynot be on camera for security purposes

In a swinger's joint, I'd be damned if I'm going to pay a cover charge to get in AND let them film me screwing someone's wife. If they're going to film it, I'd want to be paid. My wife would want twice as much.

Average everyday swingers are typically very discrete about their proclivities. Filming would be out of the question.