so I just started online dating two months ago, I resisted for so long.  I thought online dating is for losers.  The truth is, I wasn’t getting any dates until I signed up on a dating site.  I used to be really shy.  I had stringent rules regarding dating and sex.  I don’t have sex unless I’m in love, I don’t kiss unless it leads to something, etc

Things sure have changed. Now, I have three lovers.   I never thought I would be promiscuous.

I must say I am completely ashamed, and mortified, by all of these hypocritical people out there. So many gay men have wondered why we are considered promiscuous. Well, maybe it’s because you sleep around more than Mickey Rourke when he’s drunk, you dumbass!

For years, gay men have been getting diseases and STD’s from sleeping around, with random and/or strange men. This is not the positive message we’re fighting to send into our fight in politics. We fight for gay marriage, and so many of us want that. And we fight against HIV and AIDS. I wonder how the hell you got it…?

A gay man will always talk of how he wants to find the right one and get married and start a family. But then they want to go and sleep around just because the majority of gay me are good-looking and they must have their eyes glued to their asses or their cocks. It’s sickening to think of how many people I know and I’ve met, who will drive out somewhere just to get some ass. Or who will lie and cheat just to get fucked.

Please, do not get me wrong, I am absolutely proud to be an openly gay young man. But so many other gay men have made me question if I really think I’ll be proud forever. At this rate, I have no idea. You’ll end up sleeping around and catching something. And the mistake of not telling your partner you cheated could lead to you giving them something, which could result in them leaving you because you’ve either: A.) ruined their life or B.) cut it short….

You want to keep it under wraps and say how much you love that person after the deed is done. And you know how hard it is for them to say goodbye because they are madly in love with you, and you think you have them fully wrapped around your finger. Well to any guy out there who cheats and doesn’t tell their partner. Blow me! Except not literally, because you probably have a mouth full of herpes.

Promiscuous gay men is what gives the GLBT community a bad name. That is one major reason why we are so looked down upon. Sure, straight people have one night stands and can be just as slutty. But we’re over here fighting for rights and gay marriage and love and AIDS.

Well, practice what you preach, you fucking goon!

Don’t give us a reason to fight for AIDS. It shouldn’t even be an issue. Quit defending yourself saying you’re faithful, or monogamous, because you’re not! Quit lying to your boyfriend, because his heart can’t take it!

I know that every time I look at my boyfriend, I have a heart attack.

Being faithful and telling the truth is the key to love. And love… true love will set you free.

Don’t be that person to sleep with someone, and then let them wake up and see that you left. Don’t be that person to be with someone, have them completely fall in love with you and then break their hearts by doing something they never could do to you.

Be a man….

prove to the world that relationships among gay men can be possible without sleeping around.

“Some hotter guy with a bigger penis and a better ass could probably love you for one great night in bed. But I’m the one who happily volunteered to love you for the rest of my life.” — Yours Truly

<3

–

Jeffy

xoxoxo

Passionate man with his golden touch,
Always gets hurt because he loves too much,
He wears his heart on his sleeve; he has nothing to hide,
Passionate man is so proud of his pride.

Promiscuous man has got rugged good looks,
He’s got a PHD and a ton of books
Just to make him look smart and he’s never read,
Promiscuous man just wants you in his bed.

Guilty man gives off a beaten vibe,
He’s always contemplating suicide,
I don’t know what he did and we won’t until
He leaves a surprise payment to somebody in his will.

Inte från Nelly’s nya platta, men en av mina favoriter

One might say I’ve reached the bottom of the blog barrel. But no, my promiscuous friend, I strive to entertain, especially those readers bored out of their mind with a stiff drink in hand.

Mmmm....Clorox on the Rocks

Okay, enough with drinking bleach, although that might explain my train of thought. It’s time for <incessant drumroll> The Top 6 Chicks I Want To Bone (in an alternate dimension and life, of course).

Number 6:

Martha Stewart

She's done hard time, she's great in the kitchen, and that prison sentence made her kinky as hell.

Number 5:

Rue McClanahan

Not sure if she's dead, but on Golden Girls she was a senior citizen slut!

Number 4:

Oprah Winfrey

She's black, she's busty, and she's rich!

Number 3:

Sally Jesse Raphael

I'm pretty certain her fire engine red glasses matched her thong.

Number 2:

Kate Gosselin

Judging by the bulge in her bikini, she's got hella bush!

Number 1:

OCTOMOM!

It's pretty obvious, the bitch likes to fuck! And she's the 2009 National Douchebag Champion!

DennisGable is currently exhausted, emotionally, mentally and spiritually drained. It is liberating, freeing and frightening all at the same time.

Proverbs 7
First off, Solomon is… the crap! [censored for the religious] He approaches this written edification by saying “listen to my words and you will live, don’t just listen… strap my words to your entire body so you will not misplace them.” He then goes on his longest topical rant yet, twenty two verses to be exact. Leading off by encouraging us to call on wisdom and insight as our sister and friend so that we would keep away from the forbidden woman, the prostitute.
As my eyes scanned every word of this text I was nervous, my body trembled in fear that I would have to write the insight I have regarding these words.
She has seductive speech, a confident demeanor, a sexy body, forward [pursuant] actions, and a bed that smells like a Gold Canyon candle store. These are her weapons that she uses to attack the man, in this narrative, you are that man and I am that man.
I have fallen to the seduction of these words, melted at the confidence of her presence, lusted after the curves of her flesh, gladly welcomed her forward affections, I could do without the smoothie of fragrances, however, I’ve been persuaded in like a cartoon character floating in for a delicious home-cooked meal.

I have met her in the street.

I have slept in the bed of her husband.

I have silenced my conviction to experience the moment.

I have stated these things both actually and metaphorically .

But, I have also been a man with wayward speech, seductive eyes, confidence and the audacity to make the first move. I have been this man more times than I would like to remember and that’s because I am unable to remember. I was about ten years old the first time I remember my father telling me to f*&% women before they could f*&% me. Find ‘em, feel ‘em, finger ‘em, f*&% ‘em and forget ‘em was the advice that I received from the individual who was supposed to teach me what it meant to be a man. All I learned was how to be a disrespectful, ignorant, coward, who used any and everyone for my benefit. This has been my struggle, the “thorn in my side” as I have called it in my Christianese justification.

Over the years there have been many times that I have conveniently slipped in my headphones with music and drown out the voice and call of wisdom. On the other hand there have been many times that I have seen her [wisdom's] hands waving through the crowd and ran to her recklessly just to hear everything she had to say. Through the chaos and silence I have learned so much, I have re-written paragraphs to my story. Let me correct that, God has re-written paragraphs to this story that happens to have me as the main character. I have been transformed over the years, slowly, progressively but, surely. This process is called sanctification, it is where the Holy Spirit changes you, transforms you and molds you into a new creature and a new creation.

Praise God[!!!!] that he has taught me the things my father was supposed to teach me such as chivalry and how to respect, protect and provide for women, all of them. I am grateful for this because of where my life currently sits… I am in a committed relationship with a woman that I love deeply and instead of following this pattern [of this world] that I have followed my entire life, I am able to follow the pattern that the Lord has laid out before us. We struggle and fight, we win and we lose, there are boundaries that are fuzzy for some and definite for others [Sorry Josh but, we kissed dating hello]. One boundary that is unshakable is her and I becoming one before the time that God has set aside and prepared for us!

Men, keep your P out of the V!
Women, don’t let their P be in your V!
[P=Penis & V=Vagina]

This has turned into a short manifesto as opposed to a blog so I will cut it short here, for now.

Thank you for taking the time to read these thoughts and I would encourage you to check out Chris’ journey through Proverbs also @

I like sex. A lot. And while I consider myself to be fairly sexually experienced, I can count my sexual partners on one hand, and the vast majority of my experiences were with someone I was in a long-term relationship with. I am not a slut.

I’ve been seeing the word “slut” thrown around so much lately and I find it totally misleading. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, a slut is “a slovenly or promiscuous woman” — in other words, a dirty woman who has sex with a multitude of different partners.

I’ve noticed that there are a few CollegeCandy commenters who target our writers as sluts because they’re sharing their experiences. To those people, I say – have an open mind. Like everything else in this life, everyone has different sexual needs. Some people feel that sex should be shared between two people after marriage, and a person should only have one partner their entire life. Others feel that having one sexual partner for life is impractical and unfulfilling. I challenge you to believe that both are okay.

I would also like to offer to you that there is a difference between being a slut and being a sex-positive female. We live in a society that is smothered in all things sex, but why do we still view the ladies that partake in such activities as whores? While I’m in no way advocating risky, promiscuous sex, I think it needs to be said that SEX IS A GOOD THING, and talking openly about it works to slowly but surely remove the stigma attached to it.

Sure, there really are some sluts out there. Women who have sex with everything that moves in order to fill a void, and have no respect for themselves. But it’s important to remember that the majority of the ladies at the club, in school, or those that write for CollegeCandy do not fit into that category. They enjoy sex for a variety of different reasons and see sex as a positive thing, even if it’s just a one night stand.

Sex is a positive thing.

What I’m saying here, ladies, is that we need to stop calling ourselves, our friends, and those girls in the mini-skirts sluts. It’s not fair and, more importantly, it’s not right. Once we all embrace our sexuality, we make it no longer okay for others to judge our decisions.

We gotta stick together. You with me?

[Book study - June 15-17, 2009]

The Courage to Heal: A Guide for Women Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse
(Third Edition, 1994)
by Ellen Bass and Laura Davis

Part One: Taking Stock
Effects: Recognizing the Damage

[Table of Contents]

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Green text: Quotes/Summaries from the book
Gray text: My words

This transformative work (the entire series of blog posts relating to this book) constitutes a ‘fair use’ of any copyrighted material as provided for in Section 107 of the US Copyright law.

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Writing Exercise: The Effects

Write about the ways you’re still affected by the abuse. What are you still carrying in terms of your feelings of self-worth, your work, your relationships, your sexuality? How is your life still pained, still limited?

Angkor Wat by Martin Chen

When I first read this question, I sat in deep thought for about two minutes, then I decided I was way too tired to answer the question that night – I decided I would tackle it the next day.

The next day came – I decided I was too busy with paying bills and doing laundry and washing dishes – it would just have to wait another day.

The day after that came – I decided it was a good day to shampoo all of my carpets.

The day after that came – I decided I needed to add quotable quotes to my blog posts – and to rearrange my furniture on my newly clean carpets.

Almost two weeks have passed since I first attempted to answer this question. I have cleaned everything, sorted everything, gotten every part of my life organized, got my mother switched over to digital TV and high-speed internet . . . I have done everything I could think of to avoid answering this question.

When I think about what I would write — should I ever sit down and start writing – I get nearly sick to my stomach. All I can hear are the echoes of the mantras of my childhood — screaming, stabbing, bouncing around in my head:

- “Oh, it’s not that bad!”

- “Don’t be such a cry baby!”

- “Nobody wants to hear about your problems!”

- “You don’t have anything to complain about!”

- “Nobody likes a drama queen!”

- “Good girls take it like a soldier!”

- “You don’t know how good you have it!”

- “People from our family don’t have those kind of problems!”

- “Suck it up!”

- “Tough it out!”

- “You’re over-reacting!”

So, to think about writing it all down, creating a list that covers all the ways in which I am currently impacted by my childhood – well, doing that amount of complaining in one sitting is the equivalent of committing a very black sin (to go back to the context of my childhood). It is downright unforgivable.

I don’t want to pull it all out and look at it. Every bone in my body says I’m not allowed to do that. I don’t want to look at it – it might be too ugly to bear. I really don’t want to put all of this on my blog – everyone will think I’m a malingerer. I’ll be giving power to the negative. (Now I’m starting to sound like Dr. Barb!)

But, because I am resisting it so hard – well, that tells me I need to do the exercise and I need to share it on my blog. I have granted myself one relief: I will allow myself to insert into my writing, as often as I feel necessary, disclaimers that indicate producing this prose is directly opposed to what I would “normally” write – it is way out of my comfort zone and I really don’t want to be writing or publishing it. I really, really, really don’t want to be writing or publishing it – are you clear on that?????

However, I can see value in naming all my demons in one sitting — I have never really looked at how bad it is. I have a habit of minimizing how bad it is by either not admitting how deep the overall discord runs or by keeping my focus on one very specific, very painful symptom. By sitting down and listing it all in one place, all at one time, I can get a much better feel for what I’m working with here. If I were dealing with a money management problem, I would start by laying out all my bills and debts on the table in front of me. I guess this is similar.

I ate an entire pint of B&J’s coffee/toffee ice cream while trying to screw up enough courage to write the first word. This really sucks.

Okay . . . here it goes . . . I’ll start with a “doozy” . . just to get it out of the way . . .

Dysfunctional and/or non-existent relationships

This covers relationships of all types, but it is especially applicable to romantic/sexual relationships.

I have little hope that healthy romantic and/or sexual relationships will ever manifest in my life.

If they do germinate, I have no hope they will last.

If they do last for any period of time, I have no hope that they will be healthy or that they will meet the needs of both parties.

From puberty to my mid-30’s, I was very willing to do almost anything to gain a scrap of attention from a man. That usually involved having sex with him within 2-3 hours of meeting him – sometimes I didn’t even know his name. If a man was willing to give me continued attention, I was very willing to put up with verbal abuse, physical intimidation, disrespect, emotional absence, etc. in order to receive that continued attention.

By my mid- to late-30’s, I was less interested in putting up with the crap; by age forty, I was done with all of it. Now, I prefer being isolated and alone over being in the company of a beau. At least I don’t have to do twice as much housework and three times as much primping just for the “privilege” of having him around.

I now believe that there is nothing about me, in a love-interest context, that a man (or a woman) would find interesting and worthwhile. I used to have sex appeal, but that disappeared in the last 5-10 years. I am good for doing domestic chores, but I am no longer willing to carry that burden for someone else. Those two assets were the only assets I had to offer – and they are no longer available for barter. So, I now have no hope of ever again being of interest to a potential beau (male or female).

In my world, men come in three varieties: the oblivious, the selfish and the self-righteous. The oblivious don’t know I exist and don’t want to know I exist.

The selfish will do whatever it takes to make sure their needs are met while investing the least possible amount of effort into meeting my demands and silencing my complaints – my needs and desires are not their concern, they only care about what I can do for them.

The self-righteous have good intentions – they believe they know what is best for me and take great pride in applying constant pressure to force me into conformity with their version of reality. Their means can always be justified by their intention. They consider non-compliance a fatal character flaw. My needs and desires are not their concern, only my salvation.

People tell me there are other varieties of men on this earth. I have yet to get to know any of them on an emotionally intimate basis.

[Continued in the next post . . .]

The CDC is talking about making routine circumcision a recommended procedure for all newborn males in this country to prevent the spread of HIV, based on some studies done in Africa that seemed to conclude that circumcision may reduce the chances of contracting HIV in heterosexual males through sex.

The studies were done in Africa, where most men are un circumcised. Volunteers came in to participate in the studies, and men were given the choice whether or not they wanted to be circed, rather than randomly assigning, which makes the studies biased right there.

The studies were also flawed in that the study groups were too small to get an accurate conclusion and there were no controls, basically setting the study up to support the hypothesis. That is not science.

How does circumcision prevent the spread of HIV? That is a question that these studies have failed to answer because they have not been conducted scientifically. For all we know, the spread of HIV in these studies could have easily been less in circumcised men because the circumcised men were more hesitant to show their unusual looking penis, and therefore had less promiscuous sex. In fact, a look at these studies makes that seem very likely indeed. Until I can be given an explination as to how circumcision prevents the spread of HIV, I can’t believe these studies. They just don’t make sense.

Furthermore, even the CDC is quite clear on the fact that circumcision would have very little effect on AIDS rates here IF (and its a big if) the conclusions of these African studies are correct. Most AIDS transmissions in this country take place between gay males and drug users, these studies say nothing about circumcision protecting from transmission in these cases.

Even if we can conclude that these studies are correct, the alleged effectiveness rate of circumcision in preventing HIV is still WAY below the effectiveness of condoms, and leagues below limiting sexual parters. I see very little justification for making a recommendation for a surgical procedure that carries a long list of risks when there are more effective, cheaper, and less dangerous preventative measures out there.

We need more scientificly based studies to confirm this alleged link between circumcision and reduced HIV rates. Remember, only 15% (most of whom are Muslims) of the world’s male population is circumcised, so clearly there are large pockets of uncircumcised populations (say, Europe) where AIDS is not as big of a problem as it is here, where some 75% of men are circumcised. Those are some large numbers that suggest these studies may not be accurate enough to start suggesting routine circumcision.

I think its seriously flawed to start telling people that being circumcised is going to protect them from HIV. It has about the same effectiveness rate as the pull out method does in preventing the spread of HIV. I’d hate to see the country take this as an excuse to no longer use condoms. Circumcised men contract and pass on HIV every day!

CONFESSION
Guadalupe was a sexually active young woman, engaging in passionate intimacies with men and women alike. Guadalupe so thoroughly enjoyed the many liaisons she had; she recounted her adventures to many of her co-workers. Not all of her co-workers shared her enthusiasm for unbridled lust and one of them, Amy, perhaps envious of a woman who could so openly express her sexuality, called Guadalupe a slut. Totally unprepared for this negative response, Guadalupe was devastated.

CONSEQUENCE
The consequences were problematic on two levels: First, Guadalupe was hurt by the inherent negativity of the word “slut”. This was detrimental to her self-esteem. Secondly, as Amy was a co-worker, the consequences of Amy’s opinion and the information about Guadalupe’s sex life could have been disastrous for her career.

STRATEGY
My strategy for the successful solution of this problem was also on two levels: First and foremost, Guadalupe had to learn to control her mouth. Co-workers had no business knowing such personal information about her. The channels of communication needed to be restricted. Secondly, I needed to ensure that Guadalupe suffered no serious loss of self-esteem. The objective was one of damage control.

SOLUTION
Guadalupe learned to separate her professional life from her personal life. She stopped talking, beyond what was essential, about herself at work. When Amy made attempts to raise the topic again, Guadalupe informed her that she had no desire to discuss her sex life and that Amy’s opinions of her private behavior were not relevant. Consequently, although the rumor mill continued to grind for a short time, there were no long-term negative consequences either to Guadalupe’s employment or to her self-esteem.

BENEFITS
The benefits were tangible and immediate. Not only did Guadalupe benefit from learning how to limit information as to her personal life, but her bi-sexuality served to reinforce a sense of individuality and independence. This inured her to the opinions of others.

This is copyrighted material excerpted from Confessions to a Sexologist: Peeking into the Sexual Secrets of America by Dr. Ava Cadell, Ph.D., Ed.D.

“Everyone knows how to have sex, but being romantic and making love is an art that can be learned,” says Dr. Ava Cadell. Loveologist to Hollywood stars, author of 7 books and acclaimed media personality, Dr. Ava is a pioneer in the field of virtual coaching on all aspects of love, relationships, intimacy and sex.

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…Unsilent moaning in ecstasy. I peaked to see he was on the phone, one hand holding it to his ear, and the other in his pants. His pants are also the location of his wee wee, unlike PapareBoy who has it on his head, along with his pubes. I noticed motion, I noticed a wet spot, I witnessed HORROR! HORROR I TELL YOU!!!

It was worse than The Ring, more unsettling than The Grudge, more gruesome than SAW, more horrifying than the entire Scream series, worse than Friday the Thirteenth, more awful than Texas Chainsaw Massacre, freakier than Psycho, a bigger mindfuck than The Shining, and made The Exorcist look like a chick flick. It was bigger than Godzilla. I saw Unsilent’s cock.

His pet cock, that is. It was flapping its wings and trying to fly around the room, except cocks can’t fly. Stupid bird. Anyway, I heard a female voice over the phone. Wtf? I thought Unsilent had a girlfriend! Who was this girl he was engaging in phone sex with? I should tell his girlfriend! She has a right to know! But who IS she? I got closer to his pillow, listening intently. It sounded familiar… it was…

PapareBoy’s mom.

Below is the letter that I intend to send to MOM, but via ST Forum page. When it gets swept under the rug, it gets blogged….

_________

Dear Sir/ Madam

I received an anonymous letter ( most likely from a jealous maid) on 19/06/2009 regarding my Filipina maid’s frolicking and promiscuous ways. We bought an air ticket, told her that we knew about her lies, and sent her back through the help of the maid agency, with our own money, on 21^st June 2009.

We sent her back for fear that her promiscuous ways have intruded my home with jealous maids. I did not enjoy recalling the decapitated Filipina maid’s head in Orchard Road just two to three years ago.

When we sent her back, she did not once cry foul. In fact, she admitted to her sexual encounters. And at the maid agency, she did not say that once, that she was innocent.

This Filipina does not realize that when she left, I found lewd SMSes between her and her male receivers (more than one) that she has written in her own journal with her own handwriting. I also found a photograph that is supposed to be her male Malay lover.

However, on 25/07/2009, my security supervisor at my condominium received a threat letter, slandering that he is the one that told on her. This letter was posted in Singapore.

So now, not only is the security officer roped into the “circus act”, I feel that she has encroached upon my family and my children’s safety limits.

My question to MOM is this: Can I blacklist this person? I cannot, for the life me, find any contacts or any correspondence method in your MOM website. What does this mean? That the MOM does not take action, or is nonchalant about the plight and fear of our own Singaporeans, or simply, forgot to include that section in?

I understand that, reading from so many forums, that MOM does not really help to blacklist the maids at all. But the main reason I do want this to go through is for my children’s sake. I mean, if she can either come back or get her lover to write the threat letter, they know where we stay and I cannot fathom her hurting my children, the innocent ones.

Her details are as follows:

Name: JXXXXXX

Citizenship: FXXXX

Passport #: VXXXXXX

Work Permit #: XXXXXXX

I would appreciate for you to reply me and let me know the outcome of my request and the stance the MOM is taking in this matter. Also, is this something that I should lodge a police report? I have all the documents with me.

Thank you.

_____________________

Word from Ruby Hornet is that Degrassi High alumnus Drake plans to keep his friends close and Canadians closer.  His newest joint, “The Search,” will reportedly feature underground vet Saukrates (pronounced like the philosopher Socrates), which would have come completely out of left field if they weren’t both Toronto natives.  I actually thought Drake’s verse on Jamie Foxx’s “Digital Girl” was pretty dope, but if you wanted to read about how he’s the next best thing since Garcia Vegas, you wouldn’t be here.

To me, the real story is Saukrates’ perseverance.  For the last decade, he’s been jumping from lily pad to lily pad, enjoying the residual spotlight from artist who have taken him under their wing.  After struggling through the label troubles that it seems every ’90s Hip Hop artist went through, he dropped the classic The Underground Tapes in ‘99, got down with Redman, and parlayed this into a deal with Def Jam.  As his major label buzz began to dissipate, he jumped in with fellow Canadian and Toronto resident Nelly Furtado, apparently giving some Hip Hop cred to the “Promiscuous” girl.  And now, with his third studio album in the works, he received a fortuitously timed olive branch from the major’s newest golden boy.  Wikipedia fails to enlighten us just how he’s managed to stay afloat for the last decade, however, the answer may lie with Alana Wyatt-Smith (below), one-time stripper and Mos Def’s former wife, with whom Saukrates had a kid.  Yup, that’s it.  Zebra is Food Exclusive.

MPFREE: Saukrates – The Underground Tapes

Evet bu yazımızda aslında pek de hayırlı olmayan bir yazılımı tanıtacağız.. Öncelikle bu hack saldırısını sadece kendi network’ünüzdeki bilgisayarlara yapabileceğinizi hatırlatayım.. Olay ağ kartınızın promiscuous yani bütün verileri toplama moduna alınmasıyla kötü niyetli kullanım yapılması olayıdır.. Yapacağımız şey ise; networkten geçen bütün veri akışını kontrol altına almaktır.. Evet birilerinin girdiği şifreyi görmekten bahsediyorum!!

Programın setupını buradan indirebilirsiniz. Kurulum esnasında antivirüs uyarı verir görmezden gelin.. Ayrıca programı administrator olarak çalıştırmak zorundasınız.. Bu ağ kartlarınızı okumak, promiscuous moda almak için gereklidir..

Program açıldığında yukarıda File-View-Configure-Tools-Help şeklinde bir menü görürsünüz.. İşte oradan configure diyerek hangi kartı kullanarak saldırı yapacağınızı seçebilirsiniz..

Daha sonra Decoders-Network-Sniffer-Cracker-Traceroute-CCDU-Wireless şeklinde sıralanmış sekmelerden Sniffer sekmesini seçin..

Sniffer açık değilse yukarıda gördüğünüz yere basarak açın.. Daha sonra + tuşuna basın.. Gelen pencerede “All hosts in my subnet” ve “Range” olmak üzere 2 adet checkbox göreceksiniz.. “Range” olanı tıklayın ve başka hiç bir şeye tıklamadan OK deyin.. Şu anda yaptığımız işlem networkumuzdeki bilgisayarları listelemektir..

Aşağıdaki Hosts-APR-Routing-Passwords-VoIP sekmelerinden APR’ye gelin..

+’ya bastıktan sonra aşağıdaki gibi bir pencere gelir..

192.168.1.1 bizim burada internete çıkmamızı sağlayan modem olduğu için bütün internet trafiği onun üzerinden geçiyor Soldaki listede 192.168.1.1 sağdakinde de diğer bütün bilgisayarlar seçili olsun.. CTRL ile tıklayarak birden fazla bilgisayar seçebilirsiniz..

Geriye sadece üstten 2. sırada yer alan resimde Start/Stop Sniffer yazısını da görebileceğiniz; Sniffer’i açma kapama butonun yanındaki sarı renkli Start/Stop APR tuşuna basmak kalıyor.. Poisoning böylece başlamış oluyor.. Alttaki sekmelerden Passwords’ü seçtiğinizde yakalananları görebilirsiniz

Yukarıda username ve password olarak anlamsız şeyler görüyorsunuz nedeni kullanıcı adı ve şifre girilmemiş olmasıdır.. Password sutununun yanında URL sutunu var orada da bu kullanıcı adı ve şifrelerin hangi sitelerde girildiği yazar

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Mousetrap

There once was a mouse that lived in a house
In the house therefore lived a cat,
and a woman who danced with the milkman by chance
to put meat on the table stead o’scrap.

Now the mouse did he please to consort with the cheese
from the cupboard far and bare,
and yet had he to be sly for the cat had his eye
may he not get from here to there.

The day the milkman cometh the cat came a runnin’
for some cream did he think to make haste,
the mouse saw his chance and made for romance
and skirted ‘cross floor without chase.

The woman weak in the knees started to scream
as the mouse ran twixt her stockings,
and yet it wasn’t of fright but more of delight
For her house it was a rockin’.

Just as the cream rose to the top the mouse did stop
for the cat did wait with saucer,
thus he scurried up thigh putting a spark in her eye
that the woman in heat got hotter.

Now the cat he did dine on sweet cream of thine
and the milkman continued his rounds stat,
and the woman did smile for it had been quite a while
since she had caught a mouse in her
- Trap.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2004

Alright, I’m back on my high horse, thanks to Will smith’s brilliant, and touching performance in the movie “Seven pounds”. Ok, I’m not acting like I’m a tough guy or anything, but I usually don’t cry when I watch movies. (That’s not true you teared up when Will smith was holding his son in the bathroom in the Movie “The Pursuit of happiness”…).

Ok maybe I’m a softie, but this movie had me choked up, cause the fate of Will Smith’s character is inevitable, and while you watch the movie, playing detective trying to unravel the true motives of his character you end up revealing just how great and awe-inspiring the kindness and unselfishness that Will Smith’s character exhibited which is extremely rare and is seen in very few people. All I gotta say is that it inspired me to take a look at myself as a person, and you should watch it as well…if you watch it already, WATCH IT AGAIN! lol….Magic got their ass handed to them by the Lakers in a 4-1 finish in the NBA finals, so I’m not even going to dwell on that subject, cause quite frankly, it hurts so back what’s happening:

I don’t really know what kick me back into high gear but I’m really gettin my life routine back together, I started exercising again, I’m studying my web programming book again, and doing my part to help mom around house. It’s funny cause the other day I wrote a blog barely being able to get my lazy ass out of bed.

But now I’m focused, determined the ambition and drive is back, THE KID IS BACK! Yeah… it felt good to say that but I gotta be consistent if any of these words I write are gonna be concrete or hold any weight, cause saying it when you first doing it and following through are to completely different things.

Okay so the booty, raised a brow no? well….there’s been another area that I wanted to improve in and yeah you quess it relationships. But I think all this time I got wrong cause I know in my previous post I was talking about wanting a relationship and having a girlfriend and the whole nine yards.

But I figured, I’m only like 19 years old, so I should still enjoy myself while I’m still young ya dig? I feel like I missed out on SO MANY opportunities that I had with promiscuous females cause I was how would you say “happy go lucky guy” who didn’t partake in being promiscuous.

Now tell me, ain’t that some bullshit? I’m in my second year of college and barely did shit, cause I’m looking for the ONE, well as of right now….screw that I’m looking what options I got right now. And don’t get me wrong I’m not gonna be an asshole and go from one girl to another, i’m just enjoying myself until I find out who is wifey material….

That didn’t sound to much better did it………

Till next time kids, deuces…..

Yawn…..How the hell did I managed to sleep from 1 p.m to 6 p.m. in the middle of the day? Jesus, I need to be productive, I need I job fast. It’s funny you know because when I was a young lad, I would swear up and down that I didn’t need to sleep and believed if I was by some miracle I did fail asleep I was gonna miss something. I would sleep for like 2 hours and wake up just in time for saturday morning cartoons, as far I was was concerned “sleeping was for the weak”.

But man has time changed, now that my sleep pattern is all messed up, when I wake up I’m still tired, and I have to deal with the consequences of self-pity because I basically slept through the entire day. It sucks, because I lose all my ambition and drive, because when you wake up 6 o’clock in the evening seriously what the hell can you do?

Well….sometime I gotta get head above water or in this case out of the pillow, if I want make a change for the better.

Don't play outside; just keep watching the TV.

Forget everything you thought you knew about parenting. Just throw it right out the door. Spending quality time together? A total waste. Reading bedtime stories? Ridiculous. Breathing some good ol’ fresh air outside while playing soccer or taking a walk? For the birds. And really, those of you who actually turn off the TV and have dinner together -and talk– at a table – what in heaven’s name are you thinking?

If you want to have normal kids, simply sit them in front of the TV for six or so hours a day. They’ll turn out just fine. Obese perhaps. More promiscuous maybe. With a tendency towards violence and a shorter attention span. But that’s normal these days.

Yep, television is now the parent-approved drug of choice for the majority of our nation’s children. Study after study – from the American Medical Association, the American Psychological Association, the American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry and the National Institute of Mental Health to name a few – prove that television-viewing negatively affects the mental, social and physical health of young people. Yet parents still let their children watch hours (AND HOURS) of television every day.

Can you imagine if the American Medical Association came out and said that Ritalin, the drug prescribed millions of times per year for children diagnosed with ADD or ADHD caused obesity or promiscuity or violence? That drug, which the DEA has actually classified as a “schedule two” drug, comparable to COCAINE, would be yanked off the shelves so fast you couldn’t even think about building up a secret stash for poor little Brittany or Wesley.

The fact is, parents (by the countless millions) let television influence their children negatively because it’s just plain easier. Easier than stopping the housework we’re doing to join in with our children in a silly card game they love. Easier than reading aloud the baseball stats of the Boston Red Sox to our sons. Easier than putting together a 500-piece jigsaw puzzle of the Little Mermaid with our daughters. Easier than just about any parental activity option you can think of. And I admit it, I was certainly guilty of using TV as an emergency babysitter when my son was younger. Not all the time, mind you, but enough that I feel guilty about how much more he would love to read if I had insisted we read together rather than letting him watch another episode of Goosebumps!

It really bothers me when kids can recite every character from every TV show and movie. It scares me, too. Tomorrow’s leaders are growing up not learning from Aesop or The Grimm brothers, not from Kipling or R.L. Stevenson either. They’re getting their life lessons from the Power Rangers, Hannah Montana, some kid of crazy teen big–mouthed Gossip Girl!!

So, here’s how to fix the problem:
1) Get the TV our of your kid’s room TONIGHT.
2) SUPERVISE (closely) what your kids are watching. Don’t let them watch more than a couple hours of TV a day – TOPS!.
3) Get a digital recorder or sign up for Video on Demand service so YOU, yes you the PARENT, can choose sane quality programming for your kids. And trust me, if you expose your kids to good TV, they will ACTUALLY LIKE IT!!! (My son is hooked on both The History Channel and The Travel Channel.)

Now, don’t put it off while your children continue to stare blankly at the television set for hours watching who knows what. You are the parent. And today, you must take back control. Or remote control – whichever the case may.

(I wrote a somewhat longer version of this editorial for a prospective client; he didn’t hire me! One thing’s for sure, I didn’t get paid for my work – so at least now – posted on my blog, it won’t have been a complete waste of my time!!! bj)

I visited Joanne at work last night for a catch up. I had not seen her for over a week. After a good ten minute chat, I met one of her colleagues John, who also happens to be gay. He, Joanne and I chatted. John is in his forties and has what one might term “a healthy sexual appetite”. I know him to work with Joanne. Occasionally, I meet him out and about; He’s an acquaintance. During our conversation, I learned he was going to Poland for the weekend. In my head I thought, we all know what you’ll be doing in Poland this weekend. Joanne had earlier revealed John was seeing a guy from Gdansk.

My conversation with John went:

MyopicPsychotic (MP): “so whereabouts in Poland are you going?”

John: “Gdansk. I’ll be there until Tuesday.”

MP: “You will have a great time. I’ve only been to Lodz, which was a dump, and Warsaw. I would love to visit Krakow.”

John: “Did you know I was there for three and a half weeks earlier this year. It’s such an amazing country”.

MP: “Yes …”

In my head I simultaneously thought three things. Again, I guessed the all sorts he got up to while away for three and a half weeks. I was momentarily distracted. I suddenly realised John, Joanne and another colleague of hers, who had appeared from nowhere, awaited my response. I decided I could reply with two things: The first was, “Yes, you were there for a good while.” By this I meant that he had been away for a considerable amount of time. The second alternative response was, “Yes, I heard you had a good time”. Instead of choosing one of these options, the mechanics of my head jammed. I responded with the following:

MP: “Yes, I heard you were there for a good time.”

It rolled from my mouth with no hesitation. I realised what I had just said. I hoped no one noticed. Joanne blinked at me. Within seconds she erupted into fits of laughter. John giggled in chorus with the other unknown gentleman. All present parties had identified my Freudian slip. John took it well. Joanne later informed me that it made his evening.

Smear that red lipstick
and cocaine
all over his face again.
It’s so classy
when you bite his skin
and show the room your thong
because you can’t do wrong
when you’re this wasted.
And, damn, you look so hot
when you’re making out
with that sexpot.
Lick her lips
one more time,
just for luck.
Go ahead and suck
her chin and giggle
while both your asses jiggle
when you’re dancing
on the bar
and making all the boys hard.
Keep going till three am.
Pass out in the cab
and forget about
the night you’ve had.
But remember to puke
in my sink
and in my drink.
God, you’re so cute
when you’re pissed drunk
and on my floor.
You’re such a whore.

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11-26-06