My Fellow Inmates,
First I wish to say Happy Sunday… at least that was the initial plan… obviously I am a day late... This is truly PAR for the course recently though.
My new intentions are to post once a week every Saturday or Sunday night. Beyond the fact we have been very busy with the new house, there is no reason for me not to hop on and vent once a week… Since I don’t have time to torture boys at the moment I may as well torture the world…
On that note. I have said this before, but since I am returning from a long sabbatical I shall reiterate for any new readers I have picked up. You should know now… after reading the Asylum blog you could end up finding your shoes full of urine…
I am not nice, I call life as I see it, I offend all and no one is free from the swing of my bat… Especially myself.
Know now: If you offend easily or are touchy… Click away now! The telletubbies have a great site that is warm and fuzzy and makes us all feel like the world is flat and colors of the rainbow run in shades of grey…
A quick history here: I am a Gay Jew… if I was black as well I would probably already be in prison under the three strikes rule. As have most of us here my pathway to this point in life has been lined by hydrochloric acid coated glass:
From the Jehovah’s Witless girl in high school that walked up to me one day and told me since the Jews were the chosen people and we killed Christ, we are all going to burn in hell… Pleasant… Yet I forgive her, as it has to be hard to form logical thought with the imprint of a doorknocker in your forehead.
I have lived in a shotgun shack on 40 acres of horse ranch 10 miles away from Haden Lake Idaho in the 1990s before the Neo-Nazi’s lost that land, where I could not list my last name in the phone book, and my landlords favorite term was “I n****r for no one”
I have lived on the Cour’d Alene Indian reservation where the Native American who ran the local smoke shop/convenience store talked through the last two blackened nibs in his mouth that were brought to us all by the makers of Meth…
I have lived in the Latino ghetto off of West casino road in Everett Washington where I watched mothers smoking their crack pipes in the open while their toddlers, dressed in nothing but diapers, ran in and out of the passing cars in the parking lot free without any supervision…
… And I have lived right next to the African American ghetto, known as “The Jungle”, one of the worst apartment complexes in Washington State, where I watched the DEA break down a neighbor’s door and storm the place to break up a Heroin ring...
… and lets not mention the 4th of July there where a passer-by took a point blank gunshot to the face over Twenty dollars in his pocket…
…and lets not mention that the first time WetsuitJay came to see me at my old apartment that he was held at gunpoint by the cops in the parking lot after leaving my place because he fit the description of someone who had just beat the shit out of his Girlfriend…
I have travelled from the lap of luxury, growing up in a household that thrived under the concept of Reganomics, to the edges of ruin on food stamps and welfare because my Ex did not have health insurance, and became very sick…
It’s amazing to see how uncompassionate doctors can be when they think they won’t get paid…
“PREACH IT BROTHER!”
Besides my heritage and sexual proclivities, I am as white bread as the day is long… But after viewing this world sans rose tinted glasses, and after the way the world (Read: Mormons) did us over in California of all places with Prop 8…
Well if you think for one moment that I am just going to stand here and smile while you tell me I am not allowed to poke fun at other peoples differences, and greyline subjects of the populace, after the time I have put into this sanitarium we call modern day society….
…You are going to end up with a wet Tennis Shoe….
But then again, you may want to take this all with a grain of salt. As it is coming from a Poofta Juden.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy…
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Return of the Rubber Mac
My Fellow Inmates,
So after an interminable delay and many messages from many good people advising me that not only they read my blog and please continue, but beyond that my 2 month absence had caused some concern to many...
Well here I am to let you know that I have not been raped, kidnapped or stuffed in to a trunk of a 1984 AMC Gremlin on its way to Tijuana with duct tape over my mouth and a Mr S Bigboy in my ass...
This is not saying this would be a bad thing mind you...
I just realized that I had been so busy that the last update of pictures or Video came from Rubberfreak's visit in February...
I actually have very few excuses... all I can say is the nurses ran out of the good stuff and I have been locked in solitary in a leather jacket and metal mask as they have continuously made the futile attempt at stabilization...
While in the happy delusion of normality that we all harbor as the backstage staff continues to medicate us, we have bought a new asylum and are remodeling it as we speak...
Let me tell you... There is nothing more miserable than 5 hours in a respirator as you are scraping the next section of popcorn ceiling praying the former was your last...
As the sweat builds up between the mask and your face the interest in gasmasks and respirators begins to wane. You realize what a miserable reality this concept is and begin to pray for the fantasy to drift back in like a nitrous haze upon a tortured mind...
Basically it sucks...
And that is where yours truly has been for the last few months...
But as the sun sets on the new undertaking, we realize what kind of playspaces asylum will be left with...
and once again it’s worth it...
I also must share that asylum learned what kind of misery that a concept called Chiggers are....
We got hit with these a few days ago...
They are now gone as we fogged for them...
Why would I share this?
I must say, I don’t know if anyone has ever been bitten on the shaft of the dick by a bug before, but for the last few days I have had the most intense orgasms I have ever had...
Viva Los Chiggers...
it is a feeling I have never had... an intensity that is unmatched and unrivaled...
very few things alter my orgasms. Previously the only thing that could change the typical "stroke, stroke, gasp, cum" was Marijuana...
Yea I know it’s a drug and I know a lot of you do not agree with it and that is fine... I haven’t touched it in two years...
But when I did, well... OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!... My cum factory was paying overtime...
No don’t get me wrong, I am not saying one should try pot as it will make your orgasms echo ten fold from their normal standpoints… It hits everyone differently, it may make you just sag in to the couch with a bag of lays purchased upon your bulbous belly that continues to grow with every puff of the pipe…
Or it could make you paint the ceiling….
In fact the last time I tried pot I ended up in the emergency room with a hardcore panic attack, finding myself being injected with emergency tranquilizers to try to offset the drugs coursing through my system…
Not what I would recommend… But the emergency tranqs… DAMN!!!... Run me a tab and set me up an extra order to go please, shaken not stirred. J
Asylum is an open book…. As always… no remorse no apologies...
Also one more piece of great news that just happened yesterday…
Asylum’s Roommate “WetsuitJay” is now Asylum’s Partner “WetsuitJay”…
I have never in my life met a bigger pain in my ass, and a sweeter person. The perfect mix to keep boredom staved off…
Life is good…
Now to just find a team of unregistered illegal’s fresh over the boarder from Mexico city with a paint can in one hand, a hammer in the other, and a healthy fear of the term “La Migra”…
Well then the house should be done fairly quickly…
As always Fuck PC! Asylum is back J
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy…
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
So after an interminable delay and many messages from many good people advising me that not only they read my blog and please continue, but beyond that my 2 month absence had caused some concern to many...
Well here I am to let you know that I have not been raped, kidnapped or stuffed in to a trunk of a 1984 AMC Gremlin on its way to Tijuana with duct tape over my mouth and a Mr S Bigboy in my ass...
This is not saying this would be a bad thing mind you...
I just realized that I had been so busy that the last update of pictures or Video came from Rubberfreak's visit in February...
I actually have very few excuses... all I can say is the nurses ran out of the good stuff and I have been locked in solitary in a leather jacket and metal mask as they have continuously made the futile attempt at stabilization...
While in the happy delusion of normality that we all harbor as the backstage staff continues to medicate us, we have bought a new asylum and are remodeling it as we speak...
Let me tell you... There is nothing more miserable than 5 hours in a respirator as you are scraping the next section of popcorn ceiling praying the former was your last...
As the sweat builds up between the mask and your face the interest in gasmasks and respirators begins to wane. You realize what a miserable reality this concept is and begin to pray for the fantasy to drift back in like a nitrous haze upon a tortured mind...
Basically it sucks...
And that is where yours truly has been for the last few months...
But as the sun sets on the new undertaking, we realize what kind of playspaces asylum will be left with...
and once again it’s worth it...
I also must share that asylum learned what kind of misery that a concept called Chiggers are....
We got hit with these a few days ago...
They are now gone as we fogged for them...
Why would I share this?
I must say, I don’t know if anyone has ever been bitten on the shaft of the dick by a bug before, but for the last few days I have had the most intense orgasms I have ever had...
Viva Los Chiggers...
it is a feeling I have never had... an intensity that is unmatched and unrivaled...
very few things alter my orgasms. Previously the only thing that could change the typical "stroke, stroke, gasp, cum" was Marijuana...
Yea I know it’s a drug and I know a lot of you do not agree with it and that is fine... I haven’t touched it in two years...
But when I did, well... OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!... My cum factory was paying overtime...
No don’t get me wrong, I am not saying one should try pot as it will make your orgasms echo ten fold from their normal standpoints… It hits everyone differently, it may make you just sag in to the couch with a bag of lays purchased upon your bulbous belly that continues to grow with every puff of the pipe…
Or it could make you paint the ceiling….
In fact the last time I tried pot I ended up in the emergency room with a hardcore panic attack, finding myself being injected with emergency tranquilizers to try to offset the drugs coursing through my system…
Not what I would recommend… But the emergency tranqs… DAMN!!!... Run me a tab and set me up an extra order to go please, shaken not stirred. J
Asylum is an open book…. As always… no remorse no apologies...
Also one more piece of great news that just happened yesterday…
Asylum’s Roommate “WetsuitJay” is now Asylum’s Partner “WetsuitJay”…
I have never in my life met a bigger pain in my ass, and a sweeter person. The perfect mix to keep boredom staved off…
Life is good…
Now to just find a team of unregistered illegal’s fresh over the boarder from Mexico city with a paint can in one hand, a hammer in the other, and a healthy fear of the term “La Migra”…
Well then the house should be done fairly quickly…
As always Fuck PC! Asylum is back J
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy…
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Thursday, April 16, 2009
A Voyeur's guide to Rubberasylum
My Fellow Inmates,
I wanted to hop in here real quick and drop a note to everyone that follows my blog.
No bones aside, Asylum has been distracted recently. Between my camera going tits up, (which is why I haven’t had many new pix to share in the Asylum club), and trying to get myself back on the gym bandwagon, I have had many things on my mind.
Sadly this blog has not been high priority.
But to my own defense, as anyone knows who reads these ramblings, or knows me… Unless we are talking a boy strapped to a table in head to toe gear… I tend to have a hard time focusing on anything for too terribly long.
That aside. I promised the writings of my past and that you shall get. I already have a title for it, but that shall remain veiled until I am ready to share the story. Since I am writing this for Mr. Mitchell, and the rest of you sick voyeurs are just reading over his shoulder in a public forum…
Let’s give a moment for that insanity to sink in…
…Well with that I shall keep it to myself for now. As for other topics I have discussed in the past, let me touch on a few with some updates…
Asylum moving again to a larger place:
Well this is all up in the air at the moment. We may or may not move. Sadly we are not sure at this time. Here is the bottom line though:
If we move the new play space is larger. Asylum will also have space to acquire other larger pieces of gear (like the previously mentioned Stryker Gurney), yet the normal everyday household projects will be immense as the home needs a lot of updating to bring it out of the 1970’s. So with that Asylum’s time will be limited for a healthy amount of time. The downfall to this is although there is a lot of room in the new house, the space to build a padded cell (and have it not take up too much of the play space, or be out in a spot family may see it) is questionable and will have to be figured out if not axed all together.
If we stay here then the work on the padded cell can begin. Anyone that has been in Asylum’s play space knows although we have a decent sized space it is a bit cramped in there as well, no room to add any more bondage structures. We could add-on to the current structures, and we have talked about it… But that’s all up in the air pending the answers on the new home.
Asylum’s Work:
I know I mentioned before the impending doom of a strike in this wonderful economy. I can not remember if I gave an update. Well we are good. No Strike. My Job has frozen hiring until January and is allowing natural attrition to save them money in these tough times. Although I hate unions I firmly believe that being in one is saving my butt right now. What would corporate America do to save money if the resulting PR nightmare would not backlash upon them?
I shutter to even think.
Rubberfreak’s Catsuit:
As you all know Rubberfreak made a deal with the… Asylum… where I got a bed harness and 10 humane restraints and in trade he would get a catsuit. Well Asylum does not do anything on the cheap. Kind of one of my downfalls really. It has been decided that the boy’s catsuit will come from Cocoon. It will be a bondage suit as well… I can’t tell you any more as the boy reads this blog as well. I will share as the situation unfolds in the future, and we will definitely have pix of the boy in his new gear when he finally gets locked inside it J
With that, I have a date today to go through 10,000 records… Yes Asylum is a vinylphile of the worst kind. So I am off, if there is any other topics that need updates let me know. As for the writing those of you waiting for Carpe Noctem part 4… No worries I am working on it, it will definitely be a while though… heh J
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy…
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
I wanted to hop in here real quick and drop a note to everyone that follows my blog.
No bones aside, Asylum has been distracted recently. Between my camera going tits up, (which is why I haven’t had many new pix to share in the Asylum club), and trying to get myself back on the gym bandwagon, I have had many things on my mind.
Sadly this blog has not been high priority.
But to my own defense, as anyone knows who reads these ramblings, or knows me… Unless we are talking a boy strapped to a table in head to toe gear… I tend to have a hard time focusing on anything for too terribly long.
That aside. I promised the writings of my past and that you shall get. I already have a title for it, but that shall remain veiled until I am ready to share the story. Since I am writing this for Mr. Mitchell, and the rest of you sick voyeurs are just reading over his shoulder in a public forum…
Let’s give a moment for that insanity to sink in…
…Well with that I shall keep it to myself for now. As for other topics I have discussed in the past, let me touch on a few with some updates…
Asylum moving again to a larger place:
Well this is all up in the air at the moment. We may or may not move. Sadly we are not sure at this time. Here is the bottom line though:
If we move the new play space is larger. Asylum will also have space to acquire other larger pieces of gear (like the previously mentioned Stryker Gurney), yet the normal everyday household projects will be immense as the home needs a lot of updating to bring it out of the 1970’s. So with that Asylum’s time will be limited for a healthy amount of time. The downfall to this is although there is a lot of room in the new house, the space to build a padded cell (and have it not take up too much of the play space, or be out in a spot family may see it) is questionable and will have to be figured out if not axed all together.
If we stay here then the work on the padded cell can begin. Anyone that has been in Asylum’s play space knows although we have a decent sized space it is a bit cramped in there as well, no room to add any more bondage structures. We could add-on to the current structures, and we have talked about it… But that’s all up in the air pending the answers on the new home.
Asylum’s Work:
I know I mentioned before the impending doom of a strike in this wonderful economy. I can not remember if I gave an update. Well we are good. No Strike. My Job has frozen hiring until January and is allowing natural attrition to save them money in these tough times. Although I hate unions I firmly believe that being in one is saving my butt right now. What would corporate America do to save money if the resulting PR nightmare would not backlash upon them?
I shutter to even think.
Rubberfreak’s Catsuit:
As you all know Rubberfreak made a deal with the… Asylum… where I got a bed harness and 10 humane restraints and in trade he would get a catsuit. Well Asylum does not do anything on the cheap. Kind of one of my downfalls really. It has been decided that the boy’s catsuit will come from Cocoon. It will be a bondage suit as well… I can’t tell you any more as the boy reads this blog as well. I will share as the situation unfolds in the future, and we will definitely have pix of the boy in his new gear when he finally gets locked inside it J
With that, I have a date today to go through 10,000 records… Yes Asylum is a vinylphile of the worst kind. So I am off, if there is any other topics that need updates let me know. As for the writing those of you waiting for Carpe Noctem part 4… No worries I am working on it, it will definitely be a while though… heh J
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy…
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
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