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Review: Adult Megaplex

Location:  11674 Old Hwy 40, Boonville, MO 65233
Hours: 24 hours
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Website: Now Closed 🙁
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This place was a surprise. It’s in the middle on nowhere in Missouri, on an interstate outside of a small town called Booneville. From the looks of the exterior, it was a standard adult shop where one could buy dildos, lube and dick pills. And that’s what it looks like on the inside, that is until you realize that there is a back room where a whole new world awaits.

The front area has a sparse collection of vintage dildos, cock rings and other sex related items. They look like they have been around as long as the buy behind the counter, and have dust on them and outdated packaging. The parking lot is small, but there is room for truck parking so it looked promising.

The magic was beyond the back doors. I purchased a day pass, $40 for 8 hours and ventured through the locked portal. What appeared was a maze of sorts, a series of twisting hallways full of couches, lofts and art from the 80’s. After a few turns, a series of doors appeared, mine at the very end. The room was modest with a hook, a side table and lamp and a mattress, and that was it. I went in, got undressed and put a towel on. Off to explore. The maze continued, and revealed a large room with 3 couches and chairs in front of a large television playing porn. Behind it was a hot tub and another hallway where a sauna was tucked away. Another hallway led to yet another room with couches and chairs and porn, and a bathroom with 6 showers in one stall, 3 urinals and a toilet. Back down the hallway which led to a game room and a gym. A stairway leads up to another porn / couch room and a glory hole.

Back to the front of the back there was another stairway which leads up to a series of mazes/rooms/glory holes/porn. Dark and rustic, but clean. There was a variety of porn playing in each nook, some gay, some straight, some bi with tranny porn thrown in for good measure.

All in all a very nice layout. It was decorated in a very homey way – like you were visiting your gay uncle or something. Inspirational art on on the wall, posters of half-naked men and old carpet. Comfortable, though. Warm and inviting.

You can drink, eat and smoke anywhere in the club. There are ashtrays in every room, including the bedrooms.

The only downside to this place was that there weren’t any people there. I think the whole time I was there I saw maybe 5 others. I think if more people knew about this place, it would get more play. As it stands, I could barely find it in a google search, let alone a website or mention in other places.

The upstairs maze was decently busy with probably 10-20 others playing around while I was there.

I always hold out hope – would I go again? Yes.

In fact, I went back about 3 more times. Almost always the same story, lack of people. But I have fun anyway.

Situation Fucked Up, All Normal.

The weirdest thing happened to me the other night.    I had a hookup, and so I’ll start with that because that was weird.

I got on Grindr and immediately got a message.  That wasn’t so weird but within 3 messages, we had a plan to meet.   That is weird.  Usually it takes hundreds of messages and questions before the plan is finalized, but this happened in a matter of seconds.

The plan was to meet the next day.    He was about an hour away, so I decided to get a hotel room.   Then I got a flat tire.     I rushed to Walmart to see if they could repair it and change my oil.   The fixed the tire, but couldn’t get the hood of the truck opened.   I went and looked and indeed, the grill bar looked like it had been hit in such a way that it was pressed up against the hood, preventing it from being opened.  Whatever.   It had already been 3 hours so I just left.  

After getting packed, I headed out.   He was texting me the whole time and wanted me to pick him up at the hospital- his friends had dropped him off there.    I got to the hospital, he was out front.   He was a very handsome guy, about 20 years younger than me.    He said I was sexy and we were off to the hotel.

We got a little high and started fucking around.  After a while we decided to bring in a third.   I must have hit the G a little hard because I ended up taking a g nap and when I woke up, one of the guys we had been talking to was just entering the room.  

We all got a little higher and messed around.  I took some more G and that was a mistake, I passed out.

When I woke up, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

The hotel room looked as if I had just walked in the door.    It was spotless.   All of the jocks and underwear I had out where put away.   Not a thing was missing.  In fact, there were 3 extra cock rings and a bag of ginger snaps.    Nobody else was there.    I kind of just stood there in disbelief – I had a lot of things that could have been taken – my laptop, a projector, lot of clothes, bondage equipment the party favors, my nice bong.

We had Taco Bell delivered earlier in the night and all of the trash was gone. The only thing in the trash was a hospital bracelet. And the only thing on the counter was two prescription receipts from Walgreens.

As I was leaving, I found a note in the door. It was from the third, leaving his number and explaining that guy #2 (I’ll be guy #1) freaked out and insisted that he be taken to the truck stop across town.

So fucking weird.

Hacked….

So this site got hacked and some asshole put some virus on here. I had to completely delete the whole thing and re-create it. Some images are still not working. The virus only seemed to affect the files on the site and the webserver, you wouldn’t have been affected by just reading. Anyway, there is much stronger security on the site now so it won’t happen again.

My ? Life

My San Francisco Life has now become My Nomadic LIfe.   I’m not changing the url or the title of the site, but I’m no longer in San Francisco, I’m driving around the country in my camper with my truck that gets 9 miles per gallon when towing it.   Why?   Because I can, and because I want to.   I’ve been doing it for over a year now, and I’ve had a pretty damn good time.    Really it’s been a tour of bathhouses and bookstores and I’ll be sure to start reviewing them so you can take advantage of them when you are nearby.   My tools are the following:

  • Hole Hunter – this is a listing of cruising spots that uses your location to show the ones closest to you first.   You can find bookstores, bathhouses, parks, restrooms, locker rooms, campgrounds, hotels, and other random places.   They even have a feature where you can input your route and it will show you places along the way.  
  • Google Maps – search ‘adult cinema, adult shop, adult entertainment to find all the juicy spots
  • Sniffies – another great cruising/hookup app.

I’ve had a lot of fun meeting and messing around with new people.    I’d like to say they all look like this guy but it’s certainly not true.  In fact most of them are older and have saggy skin and poor eyesight.    But there definitely are some exceptions to that rule.

 

 

How to be a Great Houseguest

I have had my share of houseguests over the years. Mostly because I have always had a house, a job, food in the fridge and clean sheets. Some of the guests have stayed a bit longer than originally planned. More than once. This article is aimed at those who don’t seem to know how to behave at their host’s house. Mostly tweakers, true.

Rule #1: You have to help your host keep the house clean. Especially if you are a slob. Treat the host’s furniture and items with care. If your host is working (which he probably is since he has a place for you to stay) help out by cleaning up after him while he’s working. Pick up the mail, answer the door, assist him. You’re not doing anything else, just do it.

Rule #2: Don’t eat the host’s food. Unless you are invited, don’t start eating the host’s food. Go buy your own damn food. If you don’t have any money, get SNAP or other government assistance. Your host is NOT your food source. Offer to pay for 1/2 his grocery bill, bring in food to share. You should not expect your host to feed you every meal. This is a great way to build resentments. If you do eat food, don’t leave just a tiny bit of the thing in the container and put it back in the fridge. This is infuriating! Just eat it all but TELL THE HOST that you ate the last of it so he doesn’t get all pissed when he goes to look for it and finds it all gone.

Rule #3: Ask to use anything that belongs to the host. Don’t just go find the tape and use it, ask first. What’s his ISN’T yours and you should ask.

Rule #4: Clear and share all hookups with the host. Don’t invite anyone over that the host may know or may have past experience with. Be sure to get approval before inviting anyone into the house.

Rule #5: This really should go without saying, but unfortunately it must be said: DON’T FUCKING STEAL, BITCH. Yeah, most tweakers steal, BUT NOT FROM THEIR FUCKING FRIENDS. C’mon. Stealing is wrong. Stealing from your friends should be a capital offense.

Rule #6: Don’t get in his fucking way – if he works, stay away from the shower in the hours before he has to be at work. Notice when he does laundry and keep it open when he normally uses it. Have some fucking courtesy.

Rule #7: No fucking pets. Seriously.

I took my last stray last January. I won’t be having any more.

Yeah, I’m still here, you self-centered toothless millionaire prick!

I betcha thought I was dead, didn’t cha?    Nah, it takes a bit more to beat me down.    I’ve just been super busy these days taking apart shit, running in circles and losing my teeth.

None of that is true.   I don’t take shit apart and I haven’t lost any teeth.    I may run in circles, but that’s untreated ADD for ya.  

A lot has happened, really.   I’m not going to spill all of the beans, but I am a millionaire now.   How’s that for Tweakasaurus Rex!    And I got a raise at my job so am now making well over 6 figures.   No, I’m not your typical tweaker.

I was thinking about disability today and how it pisses me off that some people are super capable of working a number of available jobs but yet spend most of their time figuring out how to get on disability.  Can not fucking figure that shit out.  Pisses me off because if I asked you to pay for me to live for the next several years, you’d look at me like I was bat-shit crazy.  Yet that is what you are doing by trying to get on disability when you are perfectly able to work.

Now don’t get me wrong, there are scads of people in the world that should be on disability and do need help.  I’m not against that.  I’m not evil.    But seeing part of my salary going to pay for some lazy asses to sit around and smoke crack all day long does not sit well with me.     If you can, man up and get a job and pay for your own way.  You are not special and you shouldn’t expect anything in life expect hard work.

I have a super weird roommate.   The other day he called me a self-centered prick with a bunch of other not-so-nice names.   The next day was my birthday and he hasn’t said a word.      I got a new truck and he hasn’t acknowledged it.    He wonders why I don’t want to spend any time with him.    He doesn’t know how to say thank you or please, will not acknowledge any work that I’ve done, laughs at my ideas, and then gets upset when I won’t eat a meal with him.    Severe issues.    Loves to be the victim.   Can’t take responsibility.  Entitled.    Yeah, he’s a self-centered prick.

 

 

Proper Orgy Etiquette

There may be some of you out there in the world who aren’t familiar with how to behave at a sex party. Perhaps you’ve never been to one or maybe you just haven’t paid attention. There is no book on this – knowing this etiquette only comes from attending said sex parties enough times to pick everything up.

I’m not going to hazard a guess at how many of these gatherings I’ve been to, but suffice to say that it’s more times than I’ve paid taxes and had lunch, combined. I’ve picked up the deets and feel that if there were such a thing as a Miss Manners for orgies that I’d be a shoe in.

Enough with the qualifications. Here are some rules that must be obeyed. (and this is coming up because of a recent situation where the rules were not followed.

behaving properly at a gay sex party
  • Never come empty-handed. Best-case scenario is that you brings drugs to share, next best is that you bring your own. If not, at LEAST bring lubrication. That shit is expensive. If you don’t you’ll immediately be labeled as a freeloader and eventually be pushed out. If you can’t bring any of these, please stay at home.
  • Bring some fun stuff, but DO NOT move in. Too many bags and too much stuff screams that you’re going to overstay your welcome.
  • You have to fuck the host.
  • No passing out for several hours.
  • It’s perfectly ok to invite others, but you have to share.

It’s that last one that really fucked up the party I went to this weekend. The host started looking at Grindr and pointing out guys to the rest of us. We said yay or nay and later one of them showed up.

Now I had just finished breaking rule #4 and when I woke up, this new guy was there. He made a comment about my Prince Albert and said that he was looking at it while I was asleep. He was handsome and we definitely and our eyes met several times over the next few seconds.

At the first possible moment, I pounced on him and we went at it. We had a great connection and were having a good time. Meanwhile the host was pouting in the corner, breaking rule #5. The other guest was also pouting in his phone and wouldn’t look up for the rest of the night until I was getting ready to leave and offered to leave my pipe as I knew he didn’t have one. I never break any of the rules except #4 and always make up for it with kind gestures.

The rest of the night got weird. But in the end, the hot guy gave me his number and wants to get together again. Score one for the nice guy.

Why I use Meth

by Luke A Lawton

I use meth to treat ADHD. Go ahead, laugh. It doesn’t bother me, I don’t care what you think. If you want to know why I use meth to treat ADHD, it is because it works. Ever wonder what Adderal or Ritalin is? According to a study published by the National Institute of Health, Adderall and methamphetamine are “almost identical in structure”. And don’t ask it – I already know what you’re thinking and the answer is coming up.

I’ve suffered from this god awful condition as long as I can remember.   In school, teachers would say “If Luke would just slow down and check his work, he would be a straight A student.” and the report cards would always say the same.   School came very easy and I never studied.   I graduated second in my class and that was after failing one semester of chemistry after an unfortunate high school arrest.  

School was easy, but finding my wallet, my keys, my books or anything else for that matter was not.  I always had 1000 projects going (and still do for the most part) and never finished any of them.  In my adult life, I’ve come to understand the nature of my problem is not lack of intelligence, nor is it a poor memory.   My mind is so active that I simply cannot pay attention to what the rest of my body is doing.  I’ll be caught up in a firestorm in my head – plotting and planning and designing and snap back to reality to find myself in a physical place of which I just arrived with no recollection of getting there.      About 20,000 times per day I unknowingly set down my phone and have no idea where it is.   Not because I don’t remember where I set it, because I didn’t have the knowledge of where my hand put the fucking phone in the first place.. Simply put, I do not have the capacity to pay attention to myself under certain circumstances.

Which brings us to the question that you didn’t ask – why not use legally prescribed Adderall instead of illegally procured methamphetamine?  Here are a few reasons:

 

  • I have been trying to get medication for over 20 years and have been unable to do so.
  • It’s cheaper and easier to get.
  • It works better than Adderall.

You’re probably wondering how I know that it works better than Adderall if I’ve never been prescribed it. And to answer that, I have gotten it several times on the black market and done comparisons. Given the choice between the two, I of course would choose legally prescribed Adderall.

I have had ADHD meds prescribed to me, but here is how it goes – doctors have to try non-addictive choices first – and I get that. The first one they try is almost always Welbutrin (I’ve been on that many times) which does nothing for me. Then they try anti-depressants (I’m not depressed, I have ADHD). I’ve been on Cymbalta which was HELL. Getting of it took 6 months of tapering off and I had electrical shocks in my head during the whole process. Then once I was on Strattera and valium, xanax and klonopin which seriously made me crazy. So crazy that I ended up in medical detox in the hospital for 30 days. Not a fun experience. The medical world has failed me here.

Recently I decided to try the legal route of the doctor again. But ran into a road block – the shrink won’t see me until I get ADHD testing done and literally the only thing my health insurance doesn’t cover is ADHD testing. I could get a sex change and they would cover it, but not ADHD testing.

So there you have it.

Playing with Fire

I warned myself that I shouldn’t play with fire but I can tell that I’ll do it one more time. Don’t trust in myself, no good for my health. You mess with my heart now you’re the reason why.

Do you remember when you told me I don’t have to worry, he’s overseas out on his tour, he’ll be ok without me. You said you had nothing to hide that you left him long ago, I should have known that that was a lie.

I warned myself that I shouldn’t play with fire but I can tell that I’ll do it one more time. Don’t trust in myself, no good for my health, you mess with my heart now you’re the reason why.

Do you remember when you said do not tell anybody, cause if you do I’ll be the first to put my hands around your throat. If you had nothing to hide why is no one supposed to know? I should have known that was a lie.


Do you struggle with doing something/seeing someone/avoiding something even when you know that she/he/it is  bad for you, your health, your heart?

Decriminalizing Addiction

San Francisco is a pretty screwy place.   You can’t buy cigarettes in drug stores, you can’t buy Menthol cigarettes anywhere (something about targeting black people), plastic straws are illegal and so are plastic bags.   It’s not uncommon to see a naked dude walking down the street and people who ride public transportation are seen to be of a higher intelligence that those who drive.  It’s beautiful and filthy, accepting and intolerant,  and sweet and sour.

The city does a lot of things wrong.   One thing it’s doing right is how addiction is viewed and how drug addicts are treated.   On more than one occasion, I’ve been in a situation where I was searched and where the police found a pipe with shit in it or a little baggie.  In all cases (except for one, and that was because the officers were not from San Francisco) said paraphernalia was returned to me and I was told to go on about my merry way. No judgemental comments, no tickets, no warnings, nothing. Why? Because the San Francisco Police have been trained that drug addiction is something to help, not lock up. Can you imagine being stopped by the police and when they noticed you had a sniffle being handcuffed? Having a drug addiction is no more of a crime than having a cold.

Now if I would have been dealing those drugs, then yes – my ass should have been arrested. But don’t spend your time telling us run of the mill average everyday addicts that it’s a disease when we’re trying to get clean and arresting us when we’re not. And if my addiction isn’t causing me or anyone else harm, just leave me the fuck alone.

How many jobs have you been fired from in your lifetime? Me: Zero. How much money do you make / year? Oh $60,000 – are you just successful? This meth addict is pushing $200,000 / year and that is 100% legal activity that money’s coming from – a job with benefits paid for by my employer in their entirety. Now the next time you get drunk and run over your neighbor’s garbage can sit back and tell me my life is unmanageable. Or when you walk down to get your disability check because you’re so fat you can’t work or just too plain lazy to get a job don’t forget to stop to call and tell me that I’m a fucking burden on society.

Better yet, next time you get the fucking flu just go right to the police station and turn yourself in – we don’t want your kind roaming the streets.