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October 5, 2013

Mitch the cunt


Got a mate, his name isn’t really Mitch, but it ain’t a million miles away… he plays the swinging / fucking / dating sites too, though we tend to move in different circles due to the colour of his skin, or more precisely the colour of his cock.

Cunt made me choke on my beer with two little stories he told me.

First one is thanks to tineye, he finds that this chick he picked up via PoF, where she has one kind of profile, also has a profile on a fucking site, which says quite different things, so he says to her how about sticking your tongue up my ring-piece, and she starts acting all horrified and outrages, so he whips out his smart-phone, pulls up her profile on the fucking site, where rimming is listed as one of her interests.. what;s more it turns out that since he saw her last a few days before she has had a verification on the fucking site as the filling in a MMF sandwich.

He said her face ran through expressions like Hauser’s mask in Total Recall

Yeah, and then she blew up, cursed him every name under the sun and threw his black ass out.

So he was back to the grindstone and gets a message from this skank, and he shows me the profile, and it is all about how she fucking hates liars and dishonesty and shit so just be up front with her about what you want yadda yadda yadda, and then it gets to the bit where she mentions in closing that she has a husband who doesn’t know she is on a fucking site so she can’t accommodate and discretion is expected.

And the final line is “no blacks or asians”, and Mitch’s profile has a handle that starts with the word “black” and has three pictures of various parts of his body, all black… cos Mitch ain’t no milk chocolate type nigga, he is proper Nigerian black.

And he says to me, genuinely at a loss, what the fuck was I supposed to say to her? I literally have no fucking words, so I said the first thing that popped into my head that might put her off, I told her my profile was a bit economical with the truth, as he is actually a pre-op black transsexual.

Next thing he knows, she is calling him Master and worshipping him and talking about their future together, and bombarding him with messages and pictures etc, he tells me he is scared to visit that fucking website now. He is only partially joking.

I choke on beer again.

I guess it was a *lot* funnier for me because I know the guy personally and know the back-story etc. etc. etc, for example Mitch knows the whitey skank only wants his black cock because they see him as somewhere between human and animal and that makes their cunt throb, but for his part he only got into fucking white skanks because black skanks were even more mental and poisonous.

Mitch is my “black eye for the white guy” in shades of queer eye for the straight guy, in some areas, he sees shit I didn’t.

My part of the UK you can walk around and see almost no non white faces, I can go into town and back and literally count the non whites on the fingers of one hand, not so in the cities in the rest of the country, so my town is wholly unrepresentative of the nation as a whole and our cities as a whole, which is interesting when it comes to the demographics of the internet, whether it be a dating site or a fucking site, it all goes into the melting pot.

Except it doesn’t. the only black or indeed non white faces you find on a fucking site are men like Mitch, with the odd very rare exception that is female, and again it is count on the fingers of one hand stuff.

On dating sites the trend is not so obvious, but once your eyes are opened to it you can see the disparity.

It’s not to say that black / asian / whatever chicks don’t fuck around etc, they do, AWALT, but they don’t use dating / fucking sites like white skanks…. if you’re puzzling over why, to Mitch it is as obvious as the nose on your face, these sites are all run by whitey, and no it’s not “racis” he says, with a laugh, when the target it whitey.

Mitch has a mate who I have never met, he refers to this guy as the “Nigerian Eskimo“, guy spent a lot of time living and working trucking in the high latitudes of the Americas, mainly based in Edmonton and Calgary, and guys compare notes, and he tells me the Nigerian Eskimo was telling him if you want a truly fucking frightening experience get involved with all the freaks there living the new “poly” lifestyles and constantly updating /r twitter and their blogs…. he said it was like a lot of insane brains kept in jars doing a stream of conciousness vomit 24/7 and he likened it to an infectious mind plague, not the the surreality that you can sometime get if you wake up to 1/10th consciousness in one of your own dreams, but being 100% awake and lucid in and realising that you are living in other people’s collective dreams, with not a hind of conciousness or rationality anywhere…. apparently the Nigerian Eskimo eventually got so freaked by it all that one day back from a run he walked out the the apartment, left the door open, left all his shit apart from clothes and stuff in there, drained his bank, got in the old Caprice and didn’t stop until he got to Yuma, a year later and he found himself in the UK driving night trunking to mainland Europe and back.

Way Mitch tells it, the Nigerian Eskimo got seriously seriously freaked, as in seeing evil spirits and virally infectious memes spreading, they a’comin to get ya, and he (Mitch) used to laugh at this shit, but this last week, Mitch dunno any more, it don’t seem so funny any more.

Got another friend, was in the town he works last week so stopped by for a coffee and a chat, made me realise something, part of why I like my job is I am in a different place every day, almost never see the same site or the same people twice, but what I realised was that it’s been 7 years or more since I was in any kind of gig where I did see the same people every day, and that doesn’t just mean I’d forgotten how that was, it means I haven’t seen the changes the last 7 years have made to that environment either.

This friend is head of IT with this company, and he is talking like the Nigerian Eskimo, he can’t take it no more, it is changing and evolving, no longer what it was, no longer non toxic, no longer sane, no longer conducive to retaining sanity.

Now I have never met the Nigerian Eskimo, but it strikes me that him and this guy are like me and Mitch, on paper we don’t have shit in common, but on the sideband off the carrier where it counts, oh yeah, there’s all kind of stuff going on, plate of shrimp…lol

“It’s in the fucking can, that’s what you don’t understand” (you have to watch it all)

September 17, 2012

Mitch

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Mitch isn’t his real name.

Mitch has a ZZTop fuck off spade beard, but it is showing bits of grey now, Mitch is 6 foot 2, and heavy built, going to a paunch of course, Mitch was born on a Harley. Mitch  has been in an “outlaw” patch club for 20+ years. Mitch is badass.

Go to Sturgis during bike week and you’ll see 10,000 just like Mitch.

Thing is, I knew Mitch way back, back when Mitch was riding a Honda 200 cc, back when Mitch was single, but had a fat ugly chick tailing him, back when…

Sometimes I run in to these people, we nod and check each other out, and the young buck’s working on their reputations can’t figure out why the greybeards are so quick to nod and smile at me, Hey Bro.

There aren’t many of them left of course, dying young is an occupational hazard of the badass biker, even within the relatively protected and supportive environment of a patch club, and I always shunned taking colours because to me I just didn’t need yet another fucking target on my back.

Sometimes you’ll overhear the bits of conversation, the young bucks saying to the greybeards “Who is he then, he don’t look like shit, I could break him in half

Sometimes you’ll overhear the response, “nobody really knew who he was, always ran alone, lone wolf, but you kept hearing stories, nothing you could pin on him and nothing he’d admit to, but you heard stories

What stories?” says the young buck

Never you mind..” says the greybeard, “… never you mind…

So I sit down with Mitch, who I haven’t seen for 15/20 years and we shoot the shit and play catch up, and you can tell from the young bucks faces when some pennies drop and they realise that certain folklore tales of the old guys in badass yesteryear and what we are discussing, this drink of piss was actually there, and it sounds like he was actually involved.

And we get to the present, Mitch is in a bind, he’s living in some guys spare room, and he only managed to keep the bike because it was registered to the club as  club property, when that fat bitch I knew way back when divorced him and took him to the fucking cleaners last year.

Time collapses and I see that old Mitch on the Honda, desperate to impress and belong, saving for his first HD, and I flick back to the shell in front of me.

I drop that I have been through the same shit, FRA / DV allegations, the works, Mitch is all Jesus Christ, she’s worm food of course…. hell no Mitch, I got older but I got wiser too, the world has moved on, it’s a digital age baby, CCTV / CSI / DNA / facial recognition, life is for the fucking living… plus I’m not whacked out on acid and speed all the time.

Nevertheless, something funny has come over me, the old mannerisms and speech patterns and indeed attitudes have resurfaced, a little, while talking to Mitch, so one of the young bitches who is clearly with the roid rage buck says something about things being tough all over, it isn’t even a concious decision, my mouth says “Shut the fuck up bitch, this is a man’s conversation.

Later, I re-run it in my head, and somewhere I clearly noticed her look to the roid rage buck for support, and I clearly noticed the roid rage buck puff up, and I clearly noticed him then decide maybe now is not the time or place.

Mitch grins, hey bro, it’s real good to see you again, he laughs, I can almost see the old days re-runs screening through his head, back when we were men, back when he was a man, not a broke down old man looking downhill all the way to the grave.

He takes a breath and laughs out loud, then shrugs, then says “Hey man, I’ll admit it, I wasn’t you, even dead guy #1 dead guy #2 dead guy #3 (legends and founder members, who we knew well, back in the day) weren’t you…

Later I re-run it in my head, and somewhere I clearly noticed roid rage buck have one of those oooh shit, that was nearly a fuckup, expressions on his face.

Mitch carries on “… but hey, yeah my divorce was fucked up, but the club kept me alive man.

No Mitch… ” I said, again without thinking, “… the club was a safety net, it stopped you having to choose between being alive or being dead.

That was a few weeks ago.

This morning I went into town to post some shit, I’m walking back to where I parked and the roid rage buck appears, my first thought is he has had time to think and he thinks he can break me in half, and he probably could, but he raises his hand in peace and says “Hey man, I’m supposed to give you a message if I saw you.

I say “What’s that then?

He says “Mitch jacked in his job and took his redundancy payment, drew it as cash and got on the bike and hopped the next ferry to Europe, last we heard he is in Greece and heading east, he says he’ll get in touch when he hits Goa

I nodded, smiled, and walked away, remembering the young Mitch (who had read Jupiter’s travels) on the Honda with the fat girlfriend and his dreams of saving up for an HD, and riding that fucker to Goa.

Later I re-run it in my head, and somewhere I clearly noticed the reflection of the roid rage buck in the bus shelter, staring after me, probably wondering it what it is with these crazy old fucks…. hey, it was a different world kid…

Playing some JJ Cale for you Mitch.

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