Chapter 33 Section 14 Anus - The Cultural Foundation of Manhattan

At the beginning of this article, I wrote that "the cultural basis of Manhattan is the anus, and the form of Manhattan's expression is manure." Such a judgment naturally tends to demonize the great, magnificent, and rich Manhattan, but if I take the above If the comment is slightly modified and changed to "One of the cultural foundations of Manhattan is the anus, and one of the manifestations of Manhattan is the excrement", then people who know Manhattan will definitely agree with my point of view and provide me with evidence. "You want to go to the craziest men's club in Manhattan?" suggested old New Yorker Kathy.

"Why not?" So my group headed to the notorious men's club for the weekend in the excitement of adventure. This kind of strange club in New York has a characteristic, there is no obvious signboard and color in front of the gate.If you pass the gate of this kind of club during the day, you will think that no one has lived in this gate for many years.As the saying goes, the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. As long as there are ingredients inside and no signboards outside, the business will still be booming.Of course, it is said that this kind of clubs do not play signs is stipulated by relevant laws in New York.

That day, even though it was not a dark and windy day, it was always a bit chilly to go through the door.Seeing our spooky looks, old New York Kathy was even more energetic, leading us through the halls and rooms with his head held high.In fact, we have seen the layout inside in many movies. When we sat down in a small box, a male waiter stepped forward and knelt down to serve us.The content of the service is nothing more than tea and snacks, but we are not interested in drinking, but in watching the good show behind. "What else do you need?" The male waiter looked straight at Kathy.

"Whip," Kathy said viciously. In a blink of an eye, the waiter really came over with a whip.Before we could react, the man lifted his ass up high in front of Kathy. Kathy took the whip and beat him without hesitation. The buttocks under the whip were writhing exaggeratedly. The owner groaned, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure. "Can you let me try it too?" Miss Midi, who was going with her, couldn't help itching her hands, and also wanted to taste the taste of violence.Kathy handed the leather whip to Midie very willingly, and Midie raised the whip, and gently touched the ass that was "waiting for food" with the whip carefully.Unexpectedly, the owner of that butt suddenly turned his head and shouted: "What are you doing?" This sudden shock startled Miss Midie, and quickly returned the whip to Kathy, Kathy naturally laughed.After a good beating, the ass waiter does his job.

"Kathy, if you beat him like this, you're not afraid of shit?" I think this kind of game is a vivid portrayal of anal complex, so I turned the topic to shit. "Spanking is just a game for fun. The real tricks of this men's club are in it. The government intends to ban it, but such clubs cannot be completely banned." "So, what's in it?" "You won't really know the inside story until you become a member. Do you dare to become a member?" Kathy smiled provocatively. "There's no need to become a member, can you reveal a thing or two?"

"I'm not a man, how could I know the inside story?" Kathy pretended. "Hey, Kathy, you're old New York, what don't you know?" I knew Kathy would take my trick. "What do you want to hear?" Kathy barked. "Something about shit." I was hoping to learn more about Manhattan shit. "Have you ever heard of using manure as soap to take a bath?" Kathy said surprisingly. "What did you say?" Although I heard the meaning clearly, I really couldn't accept such content. "They massaged each other with shit. Isn't the shit slippery and sticky? They massaged the whole body with shit, and then kissed each other." In order to express her old New York experience, Kathy described this appalling inside story as vivid.

"Isn't it dirty?" I shouted involuntarily. "It's okay. After you're done with the shit, and then pissing each other to wash it down, it feels like beer." Kathy described it even harder, making all the people who went together couldn't help laughing wildly. I know that some young children have the habit of playing with shit and urine, because they don't know that shit and urine are dirty in nature.After becoming an adult, playing with shit and urine is a degenerate phenomenon of psychology, let alone eating shit.I mentioned the patient who ate shit for breakfast in the previous description, but in this men's club, playing shit and eating shit has become a daily program, and most people like this program, Impossible to even hear.When a phenomenon becomes accepted by many, it becomes a culture, at least a secret culture.When you get into this culture, if you have an aversion to shit, then you're an outlier and not welcome.If you want to be part of this guys club, that means you have to be part of the culture, and you have to be a shit lover and even a shit eater.

We used to criticize the corruption, decline, and filth of capitalism. In Manhattan, the cradle of capitalism, I really saw and heard the rot, decline, and filth of capitalism.At the extreme end of this ugly shit, capitalism is also more developed than socialism.After the machine of capitalism has produced countless subtleties and greatness, it has produced dung and ugliness with almost the same high efficiency.