Confessions of a Sexaholic

What if Italy's Silvio Berlusconi asked America's most famous sex columnist for help...

I have a problem. I like to think of myself as a pretty powerful guy: Let's just say that, in my current gig, I have at my disposal the seventh largest GDP in the world. And it wasn't just handed to me: I worked my ass off for it. Built my own media company from the ground up, and charmed and networked and elbowed my way to the top of my field. Along the way, I've been known to indulge occasionally -- OK, often -- in my fondness for extracurricular women, the younger the better. (Still in high school? Don't mind if I do.)

The peccadilloes in my work and social lives always fit hand in glove: borrow a little money from the business account to woo a pretty young thing (ladies don't pay for themselves, you know?); then bring her into the office to win the admiration and respect of my colleagues and clients.

But I'm starting to lose my magic. It started when my wife left me a year ago. She didn't go quietly -- it was public and messy. Then the Feds started auditing my business after years of looking the other way. (Morale at the office is low -- I was nearly fired a few weeks back.) And to top it off, the women I've been with are either trying to extort me for even more money than I've already given them, or they're gabbing to the cops about our pay-for-play arrangements.

So here's my question: Why can't I get away with it anymore? I remember what they told us in Catholic school about sins of the flesh, and I'm starting to think they were right -- that my years of risky romantic escapades are catching up with me. Judging from all my other powerful friends, you don't have to be a saint to be successful in this world, but maybe it's just a matter of time.

Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm getting up there in years? (Though I doubt that: With the procedures I've had, you wouldn't guess I'm 74, trust me. And I've still got my natural charm -- hey, back in the day I was a singer on a cruise ship.)

Well, at least I'm not gay, right?

—Confused Italian Approaching Obsolescence

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More Wild Parties, Down The Champagne With The Pussies

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More than 800 million people go to bed hungry every day, 300 million are children.














These children live in the worst imaginable conditions - in overcrowded shacks with dirt floors and no running water or electricity. They play in alleyways covered with sewage and trash. Their parents are often too poor or too ill to keep them fed.



















There is no money for food and rarely a chance for these children to see a doctor when they are sick. Something as simple as an ear infection can cause deafness; a cold can lead to pneumonia... and even death.



















A child dies every three seconds from AIDS and extreme poverty, often before their fifth birthday.



















Entire villages and communities are being wiped out by diseases that are living in dirty water.



















Children are dying in huge numbers.These numbers are so big that they cannot begin to comprehend them - they are just statistics !




















While million of children have no food to eat and no roof over their heads in poor stricken countries in Africa and Asia million of dollars are wasted on splashing expensive champagne in one night of orgy of fun and sex.

Money that came out of mother earth's womb deep beneath the earth's surface.Money that is so easy to get it has lost its intrinsic value.Money that gave the crooked and the corrupted absolute power.

A story from one poor African

“I know poverty because poverty was there before I was born and it has become part of life like the blood through my veins. Poverty is not going empty for a single day and getting something to eat the next day. Poverty is going empty with no hope for the future. Poverty is getting nobody to feel your pain and poverty is when your dreams go in vain because nobody is there to help you. Poverty is watching your mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters die in pain and in sorrow just because they couldn't get something to eat. Poverty is hearing your grandmothers and grandfathers cry out to death to come take them because they are tired of this world. Poverty is watching your own children and grandchildren die in your arms but there is nothing you can do. Poverty is watching your children and grandchildren share tears in their deepest sleep. Poverty is suffering from HIV/AIDS and dying a shameful death but nobody seems to care". " Poverty is when you hide your face and wish nobody could see you just because you feel less than a human being. Poverty is when you dream of bread and fish you never see in the day light. Poverty is when people accuse you and prosecute you for no fault of yours but who is there to say some for you? Poverty is when the hopes of your fathers and grandfathers just vanish within a blink of an eye. I know poverty and I know poverty just like I know my father's name. Poverty never sleeps. Poverty works all day and night. Poverty never takes a holiday" (One Poor African)

God must be blind!

What I wrote

Mr Big Spender's Duel in "Who Is Richer", Spending Other People's Money

Now, from the horses's mouth here.

Having A Good Time: Sex Party ?

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The Year 2008 was a momentous year which many of us would be glad to leave behind.The year ended with even more tragedies, the bombing of Gaza by Israel that killed hundreds of innocent civilians and a tragedy that took the lives of about 60 New Year's Eve revellers in a nightclub fire in Bangkok.A night of merry making that ended in tragic consequence.The nightclub owner should rot in jail for a long time.

I feel for the parents and loved ones of those who perished in the fire.Danger do not forewarn us and we accept acts of God as something beyond our control but when human failings were the cause of our grief, the pain, the anger and the desire to hit back persist for a long time.The pain of losing someone you love, those of your own flesh and blood is a torment that not many can endure.It's a stab in the heart that reposes in silence.For some of us time is a great healer but for some the wound would never healed.

New Year's Eve has always been a traditional and universal display of joy to usher in the New Year with resolutions and expectations.Alcohol is the spirit for those who needs it to trigger their adrenaline rush to meet this joyous occasion. The police have always warned revellers not to drink and drive.Good advice not many of us took seriously.

As we live far from where we are going for the evening and being law abiding citizens my wife and I checked into a hotel at 6.30 p.m.The first stage of our evening was dinner at a friend's house, a doctor by profession and a gourmet cook with a passion when he is not dissecting patients.Sumptuous food, good wine, good spirits and enduring conversations with doses of intellectual intercourse and unintelligible talks that went on till the wee hours of the morning.There were so much talking among friends and families, the drone of conversation actually drown the sound of music played in the background which finally died by itself and forgotten.There were so much to talk about even 'Auld Lang Syne' was forgotten at the stroke of midnight.

We left our friend's house at about 2 a.m. and both truly at 60 and still full of energy decided to go to our regular watering hole, our favourite club, and what a pleasant surprise most of our friends and people we know were still there.It was a jolly good New Year's morning.Went back to the hotel as the cock was crowing.We have never spent New Year's Eve this late, it must be a good omen.Checked out of the hotel 8 a.m.Slept only three hours, old people don't need much sleep, and we are old by any measure and poorer by about RM400.00 for a room that we only used for four hours but happy and glad to be alive.

Don't drink and drive ? Yes ! If you have too much,take it seriously, killing yourself may not be as painful as you killing others.

Well let me get to the real gist of the story. Most Malaysians would probably have read this hot item in the news.I could not but feel apprehensive about the whole thing.Was it really a sex party or just a group of friends getting together for a New Year bash and where alcohol would be consumed and the danger of drink driving was taken seriously hence the renting of the service apartment for the party.As usual Malaysia's main stream media including the worst of the lot, Bernama, can never publish a complete story. This kind of reporting print a pretty picture of the standard of journalism in this country.

How did the police stumble on the private party,was there a tip-off, were they caught red-handed having sex orgies, were there complaint from the public of them being public nuisance and disturbing the peace? How can you called a party a sex party when there were no actual fucking and screwing and the people were found fully clothed.

The worst is the media reporting of personalities involved which can be narrowed down to identifying the persons concerned.Other than the drug taking which I am against, the police has no business busting a private party.Don't we Malaysians have anymore personal liberty?

Where their effort are much needed in crime prevention and solving crimes they pay little attention, so much so, the rape and murder of so many young girls were still unsolved.The thieves and robbers are getting bolder, violent crime is on the rise, organised crime are getting more organised and the police are more organised catching people who were having a good time, probably on a tip-off from a spurned lover or from someone out of envy and jealousy.

In Pahang, over-zealous enforcers from the Islamic Religious Council, who had nothing better to do other than raiding budget hotels hoping to get a hard on catching unwary couple in bed and hoping to make video of it and post it on the Internet.Around 56 people were detained in early morning raid.I wonder how many were forced to strip to face the camera as evidence they were screwing each other.There have been reported incidents of such appalling behaviour of these enforcers of God's laws.

In another news, Malaysiakini reported a man was tortured by police by pouring boiling water over him.He was badly scalded.Bukit Aman is investigating.We have to wait what Bukit Aman have to say about this gruesome action of the police if the allegation is found true.