Monday, June 26, 2017

I can tell you, it is tough when the Thetans urge you, saying 'don't you want to suck that cock, Tom? Don't you want to suck that cock...?"

The heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise speaks...

You'll find this hard to believe, but I, the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise, once struggled with homosexual urges. Yes, me, the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise....

Then I learned about L. Ron Hubbard's Tone Scale. Sexual perversion, a category in which he included homosexuality, was termed "covert hostility" and given a score of 1.1, "the level of the pervert, the hypocrite, the turncoat, ...the subversive." I, the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise, realized that I did not want to be THAT guy...

Once I realized these urges came from unwanted body Thetans, I, the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise, knew I had only one option: to Audit these Gay Urges Thetans out of my body... 

I can tell you, it wasn't easy: I,  the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise, would be holding the cans of the E-Meter while my Auditor showed me Gay Porn, and the E-Meter doesn't lie: my body Thetans were reacting positively to the scenes of muscular men fucking other muscular men in the ass and sucking each other's throbbing cocks...

But my Will is Strong, and only stronger through Scientology. I,  the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise, conquered the Gay Body Thetans, and am proud of my Heterosexuality...

Sure, sometimes there are setbacks, even for me,  the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise: in Hollywood there are a LOT of handsome Gay Men, and I can feel the Thetans try to again gain entrance into my being. I can tell you, it is tough when the Thetans urge you, saying 'don't you want to suck that cock, Tom? Don't you want to suck that cock...?"

But I know THAT is the time when Auditing is most important: BEFORE I start masturbating to Gay Porn in the middle of a sleepless night...

With Auditing -- and the Spiritual Guidance of LRH -- I,  the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise, stay ahead of these Gay Thetans That Desire Cock...

I am the heterosexual Scientologist Tom Cruise. I am OT VII. And Not Gay.



I am Laslo.


Sunday, June 25, 2017

Anyway, Yoko has that piano, now: if it;s THAT important just let Yoko sing it…

From the John Lennon Diaries….

September 19, 2001

I’m still in shock about the attacks: the world IS this broken. This is MY NYC, and I still smell the ashes…

They keep trying to get me to participate in a Memorial Charity Concert. I think I’m too old: it’s just pop music. It doesn’t change the world anymore. It never really did…

Of course, they all want me there to sing “Imagine.” Sorry, loves, but I don’t quite believe that way anymore. I meant well, but I’m not immune to the cries of hypocrisy that have been thrown my way. Anyway, Yoko has that piano, now: if it;s THAT important just let Yoko sing it…

I LIKE my life. I’ve been lucky, and I’ve worked my fooking ass off. I live behind doormen and assistants and bodyguards. I know there are people who will try to kill you for no real reason at all. Now people knock down buildings: ‘Imagine’ was dream from a dreamer. Guess what folks? I woke up years ago…

Everyone still wants Peace-and-Love-Lennon. I should say, all the older folks want that. The young don’t care what I say, and why should they? Let someone young carry the burden now…

Meanwhile, my City has been attacked. MY City. Excuse me if I’m not expecting ‘A brotherhood of man sharing all the world; anytime soon...

I never thought I’d say it, but I think we need a little less “Imagine” and a bit more of Paul’s song right now…

“When you were young and your heart
Was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(You know you did)
(You know you did)
(You know you did)
But if this ever changin' world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die”

I am Laslo.


It’s coming on thirty years since the divorce, and yet she still keeps yapping to the press about ‘her days with John..."

From the John Lennon Diaries….

June 24, 2017

Fifty years since “All You Need Is Love”: I’m not sure I even remember that guy as being me. Naive, wasn’t I? A lot has changed since December 8, 1980…

People say I was lucky to survive, and I guess I was. But I still remember that look on Yoko’s face when I came out of the coma: it was like she was disappointed I came back. I think she was looking forward to the role of the Grieving Widow — and the money — and I kinda ruined that by living…

It’s coming on thirty years since the divorce, and yet she still keeps yapping to the press about ‘her days with John.” Sorry, dear: those days are over. Yeah, I fucked Stevie Nicks, but the truth is, we had drifted apart for a long time before that…

Thirty years, and Sean still won’t talk to me, but he DOES cash the checks I send him on his birthday. Yoko traded controlling one Lennon for another, but I still hope he’ll come round…

Paul called the other day: Ringo is short on money again, and wants us to do another tour like we did in 2000. You know, it was a lot more fun than I expected it to be — sometimes my cynicism makes me trip over my own feet, I realize that…

No one listens to my new stuff anymore. Sure, the reggae album was shit, but I’m an artist: I feel I still have something to contribute. But the kids today don’t give a damn about me — I’m just some old fuck he still patters along. Damn: I never cared much for the song, but hell if Paul didn’t see it coming:

Lift up your hearts and sing me a song
That was a hit before your mother was born
Though she was born a long long time ago
Your mother should know / your mother should know.


I am Laslo.



https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/06/ringo-fidgeted-at-back-of-room-george.html

Thursday, June 22, 2017

He wore an embroidered Versace T-shirt -- those things cost over a thousand dollars!

Domitian‎, the Proud Sexy Gay Commenter says...

While walking at the park I met a guy who said he was a Political Consultant. He wore an embroidered Versace T-shirt -- those things cost over a thousand dollars! -- and he was incredibly fit, muscular but not that freaky muscular some guys get...

He told me about his job, which I didn't really pay much attention to: I'm not big into politics, but it seemed like most of his job was getting people to contribute money, and he seemed pretty fabulous doing it...

I brought him back to the condo and he proceeded to suck my Horse Cock. He was pretty good at it, too, but his damned iPhone kept going off: he'd stop sucking my cock, read his text and reply, then go back to sucking my Cock...

After, like, the fifth time I asked him to shut the phone off and just suck my Cock, but he said he needed to be connected at all times, otherwise he might miss out on Big Money...

So he sucked and texted, sucked and texted, and I was getting pissed off, so when I shot my load I sprayed it all over his thousand-dollar embroidered T-Shirt: good luck at the dry-cleaners with THAT...

He didn't seem that upset, though: he was already back to texting, with my jizz dripping down on his Diesel jeans. We said good-bye, and he left, his fingers clicking madly at his phone. I get it, people, but is it too much to ask that when someone is sucking your cock that they actually pay attention to sucking your cock...?

Bye, everyone! Suck suck!



I am Laslo.


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Laslo Films Presents "What Lola Left Behind!"

Laslo Films Presents "What Lola Left Behind!"


Tucker has a visit from Fred, his step-father.

A Missing Item is Returned.


A Harrowing Story is Told.


I am Laslo.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Look: I don't want Trump to suck my cock. But that's about as far as I want to talk about it, okay...?

Domitian‎, the Proud Sexy Gay Commenter says...

The political scene now has made it tougher to be Gay...

Like, I'm not interested in politics, right? I'd rather talk about Interior Decoration any day of the week. But now, you meet some guy who you want to suck your cock, and inevitably he starts going on about how evil Trump and the Republicans are...

Look: I don't want Trump to suck my cock. But that's about as far as I want to talk about it, okay...?

I took to my condo an educated British guy -- I love the accent! -- and he started sucking my Horse Cock -- and sucking it very well, too. But then he stops sucking, and starts going on about how evil the Right is. Dude: shut up and keep sucking my Cock, okay? And he's British, he's not even American...

So, after his diatribe, he resumes sucking my Cock, but his attitude has changed, and now his Cock-Sucking is perfunctory -- Passive-Aggressive Cock-Sucking is the worst...!

So I finally shoot my load, and after he swallows he starts talking about Trump again! The guy acts like he's practically a Lesbian...!

I finally get him out of the condo and take a shower. You know, this is why I like the Brown and Hot types who barely spoke English -- the only language needed to be understood is The Language Of The Cock...

Bye, everyone! Suck suck!



I am Laslo.


It was okay, though: it WAS his first time, I told him he'd get better at it, honest.

Domitian‎, the Proud Sexy Gay Commenter says...

I was walking home across the bridge after a pathetic party -- a bunch of amped Tops drinking Gin-and-Tonics and bitching that there were no Bottoms there -- when I came across a despondent guy at the railing: despondent and HOT...

He was Brown and Hot and barely spoke English, which I like, but was muttering something about killing himself. Hey, I told him, it's a Saturday Night and I haven't even shot my load, and yet you don't hear ME talking about killing myself: it all gets better, you just have to hang in there...

He looked at me with big brown eyes to die for and said he was afraid he was Gay, and that his family wouldn't understand: it was very cute in an 'are we still in the Eighties?' kind of way...

I told him it was nothing to be ashamed about, and it turns out his family wasn't even IN America, anyway...

So I took him back to my condo, and he could barely fit his lips around my Magnificent Horse Cock. It was okay, though: it WAS his first time, I told him he'd get better at it, honest. And he was a bit startled when I came prodigiously: he choked for a moment, and then said it tasted like Pinolillo...

Afterward, I gave him money for a taxi and made him promise me he wouldn't kill himself today. He agreed, and then asked when he would see me again: he WAS new, and I told him gently we wouldn't be seeing each other anytime soon, I like my Horse Cock sucked by Guys who know what their doing...

Bye, everyone! Suck suck!



I am Laslo.