Due West: Our Sex Journey

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45 Yuan

30A?

It's said that a visit to

a Mainland "sauna" will,

in just one ecstatic shudder,

tear down all the morals

and values that a man takes

decades to build up.

That this 45 Yuan ticket

that this 45 Yuan ticket

would turn out to be my entry pass

to a road of no return.

This is my story. It all

started when I was 25...

(DUE WEST OUR SEX JOURNEY)

Before then, I had always tried

to do the right thing

and be a model citizen.

I figure this is probably because

I was raised in a sort of model household.

That's my mother, the

one with the long face.

She's the Vice Principal and a

Discipline Officer at a girls' school.

The one with the glasses next

to her is my father.

He's a senior officer in the

Drainage Services Department.

"Loyal and devoted" would be the best way

to describe his relationship with her.

What kind of filth is this?

It will rot your mind. This is not for you!

Read this one. This one is more like it.

Ever since I could

remember, morn encouraged

free speech, democracy, and equity.

We would convene regular family meetings

to discuss any household issues.

I have to go to the

countryside again next week,

so in regards to the minutes,

I may have to submit them

at the next meeting.

Didn't you just go?

There has been a water shortage

in those areas lately,

so they need volunteers to

continue providing aid.

OK... Request granted.

If there is nothing else on the agenda,

the meeting is adjourned.

Mom, I've got a request.

Say "Chairman".

Chairman, I have a proposal.

Continue.

I think I'm old enough now

and therefore request that

I manage my own pocket money.

You're still young, how can you be so sure?

Once you're old enough,

mommy will let you do it yourself.

But morn, I am old enough!

All right, since you insist,

I will respect your request.

Let's vote on it.

All in favor of our boy managing

his own money, raise your hands.

All opposed?

Based on vote count, the

motion is defeated.

Meeting adjourned.

Meeting adjourned.

Chairman, I have a new proposal.

Continue.

It's like this. I...

I want to start buying my own underwear.

Why?

Don't you like what morn picks?

But this is kind of private...

That's right!

As with exterior pipes of a building,

which is a group matter,

If repairs are needed,

it must be approved by the building owners.

But my "thing" is not a group matter!

Daddy, what are you going on about?

Teaching our son social responsibility.

Mom, Dad, I totally understand.

But I'm a grown up, it's time

for a little independence.

Fine. We are a democracy.

Let's put it to a vote.

All in favor of Frankie

buying his own undies, hands up.

All opposed?

Well, then. It's settled.

Daddy, if you would please

put this in the minutes.

Meeting adjourned.

Thus, no one understands better than I

the problems of an electorate.

After all these years,

the only thing we didn't need a vote on

was my refusal to study in the UK.

After all,

what kind of parents don't want

their children with them?

What the heck?

What are you doing?

But my refusal to go to England

wasn't due to filial piety.

It was because of my dream girl...

According to Baidu Answers.

"First Love" is

merely youngsters longing

to have contact with and

understand the opposite sex,

but not true love.

Without a doubt, Zoey was my first love.

- Haha...

- Argh.

Someone, help me to the nurse's office.

Hah, neutered by a she-male.

That's ten years of bad luck!

Stand back, everyone. Don't get any on you!

It's your lucky day!

- Let's go.

- Ok.

"Silhouette" by Zhu Ziqing.

He crosses the tracks,

trying hard to climb up

the platform, opposite.

Two hands grasp high,

two feet try to follow;

I could never get why Zhu Zi-Qing

would get all weepy

just from looking at his dad's back.

This lecture on "Silhouette"

did nothing for me.

This other silhouette, however...

it brings me to tears

I wipe them away,

fearing that he will see,

that others will see.

The next moment when I looked

out of the window again,

father was already on the way back, holding

bright red tangerines in both hands.

In crossing the railway track,

he first put the tangerines on the ground,

At that moment, I knew for sure

I had finally become a man.

A big man.

There wasn't much in the way

of an internet back then.

So the easiest way for guys

to look at naked women

was just to buy a nudie mag

available at any street vendor.

What are you guys looking at?

Get in line!

Let's share.

Line up!

Wait out front when school's out.

This underdeveloped

little guy is Wang Jing,

my only friend in high school.

"Jing" means quiet,

which is what he is.

When he does talk, each word is a gem.

Of all the people I knew,

he understood me best,

almost like he could hear me thinking.

On the other hand,

he'd never look straight at me,

so I could never tell what he was thinking.

Wow! Is that Yuki Maiko?!

You want big? HK tits will never be

as big as white chicks'.

That's when I realized

breasts weren't like I thought.

Wang Jing thus became,

along with the skin mags,

the encouraging and friendly mentor

of my new alter ego.

This is good stuff.

Just give it back when you're done.

But I never did ask him,

how was it that such a

prepubescent guy like him

could be so knowledgeable?

Who taught him all this stuff?

Was it Miss Sex from the "Yes" column?

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