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Just hitting the shelves are 12 new titles at After Midnight Arcade, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel. It doesn't really open at midnight. You can go in there and drop quarters 24 hours a day, seven days a week, if you like. The spooge brigade is eager to clean up after you - those eager lads who have entered into the work release program after having been incarcerated in the Hoosegow for looking at a bartender cross-eyed, wearing a combination of a horizontally striped shirt with vertically striped pants, complaining about pubic hairs in the coleslaw at our restaurants - all of these types of infractions have lead to our ability to provide a spotless arcade environment for your prurient pleasure.* * We recognize that some of the infractions mentioned may seem a tad trivial, but when you consider the prospect of not having adequate help to do the menial tasks required by any business, signing a waiver exposing our lodgers to the slight risk of becoming conscripted is really a small matter compared to the possibility of wandering around in squalor while on vacation.

Birdwhistle Tearoom management has been informed that one of the waiters complained his tip had been stolen from a table that had not yet been bussed, by an unknown perpetrator who dined in the restaurant Saturday night. A typically busy night forced him to get to the table late, after after he had seen a large wad of cash being put on the tray after the bill had been paid, when while leaving, the table host thanked and congratulated him on his perfect presentation of a flaming baked Alaska. Several groups were seated in close proximity to the table. It might have been anyone from those surrounding tables, all seemingly animated and having a good time with little care about their surroundings except for the usual titter and din of evaluations of any one group of men by all the others, which is the necessary ritual assessment of potential tricks for the evening. All gay men have these discussions with their pals. "What about that one?" "Nice face, but did you see that horrible manicure when he lifted his glass? I bet his toenails are dirty", etc., etc. Then the snappy comeback: "It's not his toes I'll be be sucking." This night, the assembled members of the Ten Commandments Club, dining together with their applicant, took note of the anguish of the waiter whose tip their tablemate had just nicked. One of their number suggested to the thief that he should approach the waiter, offer his condolences, and invite him back to their elegantly appointed rented clubhouse in Aluminum City. The plan all went pretty successfully. Members are all smooth talkers, appear above suspicion, and are all devastatingly good looking. Who in his right mind would say no to such an invitation? He's lucky this wasn't a 6th commandment night. And The Ten Commandments Club has its newest member, who, now richer by fifty dollars, stood in line to screw the waiter once again.

Rock Blockhead, Construction Projects Manager of Loveless Motel, after his successful leadership of the buildout of Nutbush Campground, takes a last opportunity to conduct the pre-demolition meeting of the wall between the 8 Ball Bar and the Laundry Room, to prepare the combined space of the Dirty Pool Bar, which will include the pool table, bar and laundry machines. Rock says he spent many happy evenings shooting on this very table. Known for his casual style, his crews are eager work under him once again."You'll have to remove all this shelving in the laundry room as well," Rock instructs the crew, pointing to the floor, "and rip up this old tile afterwards. But be careful that you don't damage any of the laundry machines. We'll be moving those to storage over at the Motor Pool until we build out the new space, so we can knock out this wall" Rock works just as hard as any man on the crew - he likes to set a good example. A day's hard work has its rewards - the crew likes to yank his chain, and they frequently pull practical jokes on him, but he's a pretty good sport, as long as the work gets done on time. He's known for loyalty to his crew, and he's no stranger to an occasional pull and yank with a favorite after the shift. He says there's plenty of him to go around, and everybody eventually gets time with the boss. He likes to be efficient, so no hardhat is ever surprised if when boss starts blurting his annual review at the same time he's getting his hole spackled with Rock's big trowel.

About Storme Delarverie Storme Delarverie photo by Diane Arbus - 1961 Sush Yuniyoshi, author of the coffee table book sensation, "Brrrr...How Cold is this Blood, Already?", called up Nic the Senior Manager a while back with a request. Fresh off his success after a round of television appearances and fish parties, his cousin, an aspiring writer, had been suffering from writer's block and just needed to get away for a bit, so joined a traveling female impersonator review as the "boy" master of ceremonies. "Scout" is only 21 and would it be okay if he brings Scout along for a weekend hiatus to enjoy the fresh rural air and do some research? Sush promised to be a watchful chaperone to keep "Scout" from getting in too deep. After twisting Nic's arm, he's vowed that no-one would know she's a "girl" scout. Sush said he just wants some "me" time. Nic acquiesced "Just keep her out of the Bunkhouse and the Silver Bullet Bar"

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Opening weekend seems to have gone off without a hitch at Nutbush Campground at Loveless Motel. Many campers took the time to explore the trails, and Snap Wadmacher of Shutter Bug Camera Shop tagged along and got some great shots of our nature lovers' activities. Paying customers can expect to have their photos arrive in plain brown mailers soon, (with a return address of "Fishing Camp") to the addresses provided to the check-in desk upon registration. This, of course, may present a challenge for a few men, who upon receiving the news that their picture packs may fall into the hands of mothers or wives, can rest assured that if they choose instead to cancel their orders that their pictures will be sold in our shops to paying customers in order to recoup the cost of goods and Snap's time, and be part of the annual Big Book of Deadbeats sold during the holiday season here in the shops at Loveless Motel and by mail order via advertisements found in smutty magazines in arcades and adult book shops across the land.

Our happy task is to welcome every guest, make every guest feel welcome, and provide a happy place where strangers come to make instant friends and leave with the hope and promise of coming back for more, and soon. Every day's a holiday at our little love shack, and you'll find more ways to shack up than meets the eye, if you know how and where to look. Our staff is happy to help by creating a perfect itinerary for your stay, in advance of your arrival, or in a private consultation upon your arrival! For example, if you're not yet sure of what mode of transportation you'll use, just call Don at the front desk and he'll be happy to set you straight on your best options for a good ride. So hop on your phone and start planning now! The pleasure is all yours! Derrick will be arriving by bus, and wanted to to know what activities we could recommend at the Tulsa station - we told him he wouldn't even need to leave the station to have a good time. He's even looking forward to his wait now. Buster got excited when we mentioned that since he's flying out of Dallas, he could join the Mile High club just as soon as the seatbelt light comes off. Another one of our guests is also on his flight and just happens to be a steward working on that same flight and will be happy to "fill him in". Tom's a bit apprehensive - a long-haul driver coming from a small farm town in New England and driving down the coast for the first time alone has him on edge, but we gave him a list of interstate rest stops we're sure he'll be relieved to find. <script src="https://static.elfsight.com/platform/platform.js" data-use-service-core defer></script> <div class="elfsight-app-f563b2bd-91ce-4e7a-8cda-437cb4de5d49" data-elfsight-app-lazy></div>

Yesterday was the big day - Loveless Motel has been working for months creating a campground to expand its spring, summer and fall accommodations and despite a forecast of rain, the big parade started off at the Motorpool, as promised. Hard Tack manager Will U Bonus kilted up to pipe the assembled crowd into the campground, the parade winding down past the Bunkhouse, through the newly constructed archway. On the shores of the campground swimming hole, a lone player answers Will's call. A drum and brass trio escorted a solid line of VW campers through the Nutbush Campground arch, and the day was off to a perfect start.

Juicy Fruit A gay man who has diarrhea -1960s- "So we all headed over to Boston for the weekend for their Bean Festival and then we went to the flicks to see Montgomery Clift get eaten alive by the natives in Suddenly Last Summer, and you might as well have called us a box of juicy fruits. Nobody made it to the last scene."

Loveless Motel is gearing up for a wet and wild season by interviewing for Lifeguard positions for both Lake Loveless and our pool. Aspirants should join other interested men at the old hangar located in the Motor Pool area for a whistle blowing demonstration to be held soon, followed by a lecture on best blowing practices, recognizing situations in which blowing is the best course of action, and how to recover from an unsuccessful blow. You may bring your own whistle (please, no slide whistles or kazoos) or you may purchase a plastic souvenir gag whistle at a nominal cost, from the remaining stock of those offered at last year's popular Lunch and Learn lecture in the Grab-Basket Conference Room, "The the subtle differences between sucking and blowing" Whistles are randomly incised with either "Blow me at the Loveless Motel pool" or "I got blown at Loveless Motel" or "I got thrown out of the Loveless Motel Pool for blowing this whistle"

Loveless Motel guests were entertained last night in an impromptu surprise appearance by frequent guests working under the names of Smith and Smith at Footlight Fairies Cabaret, with a special cameo guest who appeared briefly on stage, to the shock and delight of the small crowd assembled that evening, unbeknownst to management ahead of time, and afterwards escorted quickly off the property and put in a cab. Women are not allowed at Loveless Motel in any capacity, though we secretly employ one woman in the kitchen whose specific task is to make coleslaw for all restaurants on the property. She's 78, nearly blind and very hard of hearing, goes commando and straddles the bucket as she mixes a batch of 30 pounds at a time, which we have asked her not to do, but everyone raves about the coleslaw so management has decided to leave well enough alone - hands off the coleslaw lady, per Nic. Anyway, our California guests ("Cary Grant and Randolph Scott got nothin' on us...") seek rest and solitude while sneaking away to our little Tryst Town, and Loveless guests know to the respect the privacy and anonymity of men they may recognize. After all, that's what gloryholes are for.

Jack Leyendecker, talent scout for Loveless Motel's intern program, made a trip to Tuba City, Arizona on a tip he received from an old friend that there was a cluster of young men there who showed promise and he might be able to fill half his quota in one stop. These fellows were all enrolled at the local community college voc/tech school, all had been members of the same basket ball team in high school, and continued their gamesmanship in weekend get togethers at a local desert ranch under the guiding hand of the auto mechanic instructor there. The end of the term and their training completed, Jack conducted interviews and convinced eight of them to come to Loveless Motel as interns, with the opportunity to have practical experience in the Motor Pool, and learn a bit about the hospitality industry, to boot. Naturally the men congregated together, and even stayed in one small dorm in the Bunkhouse where they interacted with some of the guests, attended classes, but kept largely to themselves. Talk soon began among the other members of the class that the Arizona lads had some interesting, nay, weird fucking notions. Uncle Joe, Loveless Motel's chief classroom facilitator and disciplinarian, had encountered them hunched around a beach ball one afternoon during a class break, and learned they had never seen one before except in Annette Funicello movies, since they'd all grown up in the desert. Seemingly amazed by the sight of it, they rolled, poked and prodded the ball around the pool deck, and Joe opened the conversation with them as he approached the group by saying "Have you ever seen the movie "The Dictator", where Hitler bounces a beach ball Earth off his ass?" And from out of nowhere, one of the beach ball gazers says "The Earth ain't round - it's flat". The other guys laughed, and one chimed in "He's a nut job, don't mind him, Uncle Joe. We all know the earth ain't flat." and then out of the same mouth "same as we all know Ike was a commie, just like we learned in Automatic Transmission Class". Uncle Joe replied "Looks like the John Birch Society is alive and well in Tuba City!" to which the kid says "How'd you know?" Fuck fuck fuck. Joe thought to himself...and I have to take these guys camping. "Okay guys, let's get showered and then it's back to class."

The soft opening of Nutbush Campground is being conducted by the current class of interns of Loveless Motel Internship Program. Their graduation contingent on successfully completing a group challenge, they're tasked with venturing out onto the nearly complete Nutbush Campground and finding a tent site. They must scout out sites anywhere on the property, vast by any measure, and lay claim to the perfect spot. Several site styles have been constructed, including full hookup, partial hookup, and "rustic" sites which have absolutely no amenities, relying on a camper's skills to survive in the wild (or more likely what they will chose because it's all they can afford). Interns are scouting the "rustic" variety, hiking to a spot and pitching a tent, where-ever. These gents decided on the rock pictured above, agreeing, to a man, that it would provide a nice solid floor and drainage in the event of rain. Never fucking mind that you can't drive a stake into a rock.