https://www.perthnow.com.au/news/pe...y-waffles-set-to-open-in-september-c-11188005 Cheeky Waffles is heading to Perth. Credit: Cheeky Waffles Instagram Penis and vagina-shaped waffles coming to Perth with Cheeky Waffles set to open in September Rachel Fenner PerthNow July 5, 2023 Perth residents are being asked to open their mouths and their minds with a spunky new waffle house getting ready to set up shop. Cheeky Waffles, a Brisbane-based dessert shop, announced it was ‘cumming’ to the west coast in September. The waffle house was the brainchild of Amanda Machado and Joshua Luna who wanted to thrust delicious desserts, and sexual wellness, inclusion, and acceptance into the spotlight. Customers can decide if they want the D or the V or for anyone feeling greedy they can gobble down both. The Brisbane outlet sells phallic and yonic shaped waffles to wrap your mouth around — in flavours like milk chocolate, white chocolate, dark chocolate, caramel, strawberry, or rainbow. Cheeky Waffles 'love injection'. Credit: Cheeky Waffles Instagram For those who are partial, the waffles can get a ‘love injection’ of Nutella, caramel, strawberry jam or custard. There’s the option to purchase a ‘happy ending’ which is a dirty drizzle of white chocolate sauce. Cheeky Waffles even has a dessert called the OnlyFans. The pair don’t purchase their chocolate from any Tom or Dick but from fine Belgium chocolateers. Head over to Insta for more d*ck pics.
A Fremantle bar is now proudly advertising skimpies and 18+ entertainment in the port city’s central precinct, below a Hoyts cinema no less. Credit: PerthNow opinion The Rec Bar: My visit to central Fremantle’s controversial new skimpies bar Gabrielle Becerra Mellet PerthNow July 8, 2023 It may be a mainstay of the Kalgoorlie pub scene, but for some locals of Perth’s southern suburbs it was a shock addition to the neighbourhood. A Fremantle bar is now proudly advertising skimpies and 18+ entertainment in the port city’s central precinct, below a Hoyts cinema no less. It’s a stereotype that would turn many families away: lingerie-clad barmaids, cash-in-hand tips, and an atmosphere reserved for sleazy after-work drinks. Admittedly for myself, a skimpy bar is not often my night out of choice. But behind blacked-out windows and a “Strictly 18+” sign, the skimpies and adult entertainers I spoke to at The Rec Bar were unabashedly proud of their workplace. It’s a stereotype that would turn many families away: lingerie-clad barmaids, cash-in-hand tips, and an atmosphere reserved for sleazy after-work drinks. (L-R) Charis Montanna, Callum Barton, Vika Pixie, Douglas Karunakaran, Kristy Quinn. Jackson Flindell Credit: Jackson Flindell/The West Australian “There’s people that try to push things,” The Rec Bar’s skimpy Kristy Quinn told me. “They’re like, ‘Come back to my house and I won’t pay you because you’ll enjoy spending time with me’.” Fellow skimpy Kya Showgirl has been in the industry 10 years, contracted under entertainment agency Gold Class Girls. “You’re put into positions most people would never be in their entire life,” she said. Fellow skimpy Kya Showgirl has been in the industry 10 years, contracted under entertainment agency Gold Class Girls. Credit: Jackson Flindell/The West Australian “You’re very vulnerable in front of a large crowd, so it builds your confidence and your people skills really quickly.” Kya said she had forged a successful career out of her work, which includes waitressing, bartending and dancing, vocations which require a uniform of minimal clothing. “When I was really young — and in high school — I was really bad at concentrating, and I thought, ‘What is a job I could do and make money in?’,” she said. “I really love dancing and I thought, ‘I’m going to do stripping and I don’t really care about showing some skin’.” When I arrived at The Rec Bar’s ‘Filthy Thursdays’ I was asked if I was interviewing for the skimpy role, which was far from surprising given the demographic filling the bar. I was the only young woman who had ventured to the venue on Thursday at 3pm, with the median age of male revellers sitting well above 50. Kya Showgirl said the industry put her into positions most people would never be in their entire life. Credit: Jackson Flindell/The West Australian What surprised me more was how the dimly lit bar filled up from 3pm on a weekday, with more than 10 patrons filing in after the doors were opened to play pool and watch on as the girls served drinks. But the managers behind The Rec Bar say they champion inclusivity, with male skimpies, or ‘himpies’, also on offer, ladies’ nights and a drag queen MC all to take the stage in the following weeks. The Rec Bar’s male entertainers (from left) Callum Barton, Douglas Karunakaran and Nathan Botting. Credit: Jackson Flindell/The West Australian Douglas Karunakaran, who is behind dance company Amongst Men, said there was increasing interest from men in breaking into adult entertainment. “After Magic Mike and all these movies coming out, a lot of men are actually hitting us up about wanting to learn how to strip down specifically in parties or for their partners,” he said. “Recently we’ve had a lot of men come through our academies, just wanting to learn how to get more confident in their bodies.” The Rec is a popular sports bar in Fremantle has been rebranded to include skimpy entertainment. Credit: Jackson Flindell/The West Australian While the positivity and inclusive atmosphere amongst the entertainers were certainly contagious, the girls also told me how they learnt to deal with people who inevitably pushed boundaries. “It’s about how you react to it and how you play with that energy,” Kya said. “Even when I do get those drunken dickheads, I just play with them a bit and defuse the situation.” Although I will never pull up a stool at an adult entertainment bar by myself, I felt warmly welcomed at The Rec Bar. I would likely go back — albeit only with a group of girlfriends. The Rec Bar is open Thursdays through Sundays, with ladies’ nights on offer from August 19.
Fellow skimpy Kya Showgirl has been in the industry 10 years, contracted under entertainment agency Gold Class Girls. ___________________ So Gold Class Girls outbid Churchill Downs for her contract?
The solution is so obvious for frugal men! They can join a radical evangelical group or intense mind control cult. The men usually outnumber women 2:1 and 4:1 depending on the info programming entity. I remember a 70 year old elder marrying a pretty 25 year old woman because there were no men.
A male escort tells: My night with a 72-year-old widow By Mitch Larsson August 27, 2023 https://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/li...with-a-72-year-old-widow-20230810-p5dvjc.html If someone had told me that I’d end up having sex with somebody old enough to be my mother, I don’t think I’d have believed them. In my regular life, I have a “type”. I can see beauty in lots of women but I’ve always had a soft spot for women with long, thick hair and nice skin, and I’m a sucker for kind, beautiful eyes. When it comes to age, though, as an officially middle-aged guy, I find myself attracted to women close to my age or slightly older. A 72-year-old client was “new territory” for escort Mitch Larsson. Analysing my thoughts about how much older a woman would have to be before I saw her as off-limits was never something I thought too much about. If I hooked up with someone on Tinder who turned out to be a few years older than me, I wouldn’t blink an eye. But would I ever actively seek out and date a 70-year-old? Well … no. So, when I got a text from a potential client whose first question to me was about whether or not I had a cut-off for age, I felt my heart miss a beat before I gulped and tentatively replied: Of course not! May I ask how old you are? I wasn’t stunned as such but more intrigued by her reply. I’m 72. I wasn’t quite sure what response was appropriate so I just kept it honest. I’m sure you are absolutely beautiful. She told me that she was looking for a relationship with an escort she could trust, who was as close as possible to her own age but not completely over the hill in the bedroom. She explained to me that her husband had recently passed away and she desperately missed the feeling of a man’s presence in her bed and in her life. She dangled the carrot of interstate trips (she was in Perth), overnight bookings and, sometimes, shorter dates as she passed through Melbourne for business. For an escort to have any sort of long-term success it’s vital to build up a base of regular clients. With regulars, however, there was an emotional trade-off in lots of ways and the giving of a service could wind up feeling like it was giving so much more of your real self. The benefits included the financial security of guaranteed bookings and less stress in general about who you were about to meet. Regular sex could be more rewarding both for me and the client, as familiarity brought its own unique knowledge of each other’s pleasure points and sexual preferences. Conversely, that familiarity could also breed the sort of dynamics more associated with married couples if things weren’t kept sexy and interesting. But with a 72-year-old? What would that bring? I thought about my business goals and how I planned to work for as long as possible, and wondered if that meant I would eventually be having sex with someone who was almost 80. But then I slowed myself down and realised I was jumping the gun and over-thinking things, as usual. She told me that she was a successful business owner and that she reluctantly now controlled a construction company her recently deceased husband had founded in the ’80s. She said she’d seen herself in the supportive-wife role for the past 40-odd years and that the situation she now found herself in had reawakened sexual urges she had no idea she still had. I asked her when she would like to meet me, to which she replied with a confidence I’ve come to associate with older women: “The sooner, the better. When can you fly over?” It was new territory for me, and after we’d settled on the logistics of our first booking I felt a kind of panic rise up as I started to worry about the potential pitfalls. What if the huge age gap meant we had nothing in common to talk about? What if she reminded me of my mother? For me, the attraction was never just about the physical, although I’d be a liar if I pretended it didn’t make a difference. Conversation can be a powerful aphrodisiac and, from what we’d chatted about in the pre-booking phone call, I knew she wouldn’t be the type to run out of stories. I felt a kind of panic rise up. What if the huge age gap meant we had nothing in common to talk about? What if she reminded me of my mother? We planned to meet for dinner before heading back to her house, where I would stay with her overnight. I flew in early and had a few hours to kill, so I booked a room at a backpacker’s hostel to give me somewhere to prepare while also saving me a few bucks. That was actually quite an unexpectedly fun afternoon, which culminated in me regaling a few of the travellers with stories about work over a few beers. My anxiety levels had hit new heights, though – and even adhering to my rituals of waxing, gym work and a cheeky sniff of pretty average white powder I’d procured in the hostel did nothing to calm me down. I knew she would be a strong woman who wouldn’t suffer fools gladly, so my conversation skills also needed to be at their best. When we finally met, it was very reassuring to see that she took pride in her appearance and had an air of confidence about her – and that was all I needed to start getting interested. I would never say such a thing of course, but she did look in her 70s. She was quite short, stood slightly stooped and had thinning, curly dark hair that fell just below her shoulders in a very age-appropriate way. The clothes she wore were classily understated, and a sneaky look at the labels during dinner revealed they were very expensive. Our conversation eventually became easy and relaxed. I could tell that she was quite nervous to start with by the way she repeatedly filled in the gaps of our conversation with graphic stories about her husband’s illness, only to then correct herself for doing so. I didn’t mind at all, as it was clear that she was still coming to terms with what she was doing, what was about to happen, and the fact that it wasn’t with her husband of almost 50 years. We eventually finished dinner and she called her driver to take us home. Once we arrived at her place, and after we’d taken off our shoes and coats and poured some drinks, I began to relax. She lived in a lovely area of town, in a modern but cosy little house suited to an older lady living alone. After a couple of hours of talking and slow dancing, I could tell it was time for me to help her make the leap, so I suggested that perhaps we could go to her bedroom where I could start by giving her a head and shoulder massage. So as not to be awkward, I reached out and held her for a while before I gently kissed her. She was so nervous and felt so fragile, our lips barely touched. We moved to the bedroom and lay on her bed together, both on our backs but with her head on my stomach, which allowed me to stroke her hair and massage her temples and shoulders. She was strictly a lights-off woman, which is never my preference, but with her I could understand. It had been 12 years since she’d made love due to her husband’s health issues and several decades since she’d been with another man – and she was petrified. Beneath my fingers I could feel the softness of her skin. It was fine, like thin cotton, but in a beautifully feminine way. As I gently massaged her I could feel her skin mould against my hand, then just as easily slip away from my grasp in a way that seemed delicate and precious. I see beauty in all different shapes and sizes, and in my client’s case a lot of her beauty came from the strength and resilience she’d shown as a widow forced to inherit the responsibility of running a huge company in an industry dominated by men. There was a definite sense that this lady wouldn’t put up with bullshit and I quickly made my mind up not to give her any. I believe that’s why we hit it off straight away and why she eventually trusted me with her near-naked body. When the time was right for her and we finally made love, it was very slow going as I was being very careful not to hurt her. Being in total darkness and almost silent made the experience feel slightly disjointed to me, but I suspect that’s how she wanted it to be, out of respect for her husband. Nevertheless, she had a certain level of confidence and knowledge of her body that was alluring, and I followed her lead and focused on what her body responded to in order to satisfy her. It worked, but a part of me was already wondering how much I wanted it to work again. At the end of our booking, she told me that she definitely wanted to see me again and when she asked about my willingness to travel interstate again, I found myself nodding and smiling and telling her that I would be quite happy to. In those early days in the job, I found myself saying all sorts of things that surprised me and I often wondered, was I evolving as an escort? Or was I devolving into a guy who would do anything for money? Edited extract from Time for Her (Shawline Publishing) by Mitch Larsson, out now.
tldr, buy it looks like a good read. Will get back to it maybe next week. if someone makes a subsequent post and i get an alert to remind me.