Ambush Interview #89 CuriousToyBoy

Lindsey is top notch guy, one of the good guys in this biz for sure... One of the only people I would let stay in my home anytime...

He seems like the life of the party wherever he goes from what i can tell. I was a bit confused by the bra and panty pics though! LOL

Awww cheers man...........

I'm not over the top$, I'm just me

You're right, shaping up to be of "War and Peace" proportions !!

Righto then.. more questions......

I guess I'll ask the most obvious question I can think of...

I don't really know anything about who you are. I've never seen you at any of the shows I've gone to, and I've only known of CuriousCash for a short while.

So, what is it that you do? Are you the program owner? Or are you an affiliate manager?

WITH A LITTLE LUBE THIS GUY CAN GO A LONG WAY

Question # 3

3. What's with the facination in dressing up in woman's underwear?

It's not MY fascination in the dress up, it's EVERYONE ELSE'S fascination where the key to the answer to this question lies....

And it's not just about the dress up, it could be the undressing, the simulated (?) man love or any other crazy assed shit that tickles my fancy at the time.

Again it's about being comfortable in your own skin, about who you are, where you come from and where you are going. I know who I am, I know what motivates me, what makes me tick, and I GENUINELY like who I am.

And in that is the secret, some people may say they don't give a fuck, I just don't, so the inhibition level is negligible.

It never ceases to provide me with constant amusement how people have so much fun in watching me just do crazy shit for my own entertainment.

I don't TRY to do things, and I don't do them because of some inherent ego need, or because I need the attention, I do it because it is fucking fun. I am definitely not some performing seal, I am in control ALL the time.

Many have heard me note, "The more out of control I seem, the more in control I am."

You see, it's not what you do, it's how you do it. It's the intent behind it.

I think it is most enjoyable because pretty much everyone around sees just how much fun I am having and laughs WITH me, not at me. Not that laughing AT me would bother me one iota anyway.

I spent a lot of my past life taking energy (amongst other things) from all around me - I was the consumate asshole. These days I do because I can - I give of myself and my energy freely, to those who deserve... and there come in the antics, the hugs, the manner, the smile.

I get just as much, if not more out of it than those around me.

The ability and gumption to do and say the things that many in life wish they could do or say is truly a gift that I treasure.

Now, it's either all of that or an underlying expression of the fact that I may actually really be gay.

God love your cross dressing ways

Hey mate !!

There was some thought behind the custom title....

Great questions..cool interview

All joking aside .. Lindesy is one of the most facinating people I know ... I'd like to thank evil dan (another crazy bald aussie) for introducing me to Lindsey some 3 years ago in Miami, back in his Gay production Days ... took a whole show for me to think otherwise :D

True. I let him stay once....Mom adopted him and he bribes her with strawberry ice cream and tim tams....

Now he has his own room...clothes in the closet and Mom doing his laundry...

And, we wouldn't have it any other way...

Congratulations on making the Illustrious Ambush list Lindsay. I have only known Lindsay for such a short time and he is just a true dinkum Aussie and someone i felt ive known my entire life. Congrats mate and see you over in the US soon I hope, or when we are up in Brisbane next.

Happy Birthday for this Friday and Godspeed on your trip

Question # 4

4. What letters can you legally put after your name? discuss your education.

I finished High School in top 10% of the State.

Considering I was bouncing in nightclubs, illegals casinos and illegal brothels and driving around escorts when I wasn't playing football pretty much my entire senior year, I couldn't be unhappy with that. My mother was seriously ill in hospital most of that year, and with my old man working 90 hours a week and looking after my younger sister I pretty much got away with murder.

I was always one of those lucky bastards that just got shit, in an academic sense especially, so I pretty much cruised through High School on remote control. I was also an know-it-all. I am lucky enough to have one of those "steel-trap", memories AND an analytical mind with a penchant for relating to the big picture. A tremendous genetic or legacy advantage over most. One for which I am perpetually grateful.

These days they call kids like I was "ADHD" and fill them up with Ritalin to stifle their minds from working on a level higher than most people.

What a rip-off !! If I was born 25 years later I could have had free speed everyday for the rest of my life !!!

I just missed qualifying for Law at the end of High School, so I thought, "fuck it", I can always go to University later and I spent the next few years riding the slippery slope downhill and playing bad gams on the wrong side of the tracks.

Eventually I woke up to myself (to a degree) and started studying externally part-time, whilst working and doing anything else that came along.

To cut the rest of a long story short, I have...

A Bachelors Degree in Business, majoring in Marketing - BBus(Mar)

A Full Diploma of Market Research - DipBus(MarRes)

Certification in Instructional Skills - CertBus(InsSkl), which means I can teach at a tech college level

Certification as a Quality System Auditor - CertAud(Qual), so I can set up and certify system to international quality standards

But to me, in all seriousness, it all means shit. Really. All university proves is your ability to learn.

I subscribe to the theory of:
Those that can do, those that can't, teach, and those that can't teach write textbooks

Hey !!!

What ever happened to what goes in Vegas stays in Vegas ?

And you hog the bath too you bastard !!!

Your faith will be rewarded oh great one.



This one's for you:

PAPA! Congrats!

Mom misses you

Question # 5

5. Talk about your marriage and divorce.

I have $493000 reasons to talk about that.

That was her bite when we settled the property.

Next day, I bought a Porsche Boxster and 2 jet skis with money I had hidden offshore just to piss her off (I knew LOTS about offshore structuring and finance even years before this, let alone what I know now !!).

Seriously, "Moppsy" (for want of a better moniker) was a great woman. Beautiful, intelligent, great poise, a real product of the prissy parents and private school upbringing... shame her father was an Anglican Archdeacon.... that made for some interesting clashes, let me tell you !!

We met when I was 25, she was 22. Moved in together 2 months later. Bought a house together 6 months after that. Got engaged on our 12th month anniversary, married 18 months later, separated 18 months on from that then settled and divorced.

All before I was 30.

I still say today that if I was her, I would have left me 12 months before she did.

A typical case of a girl loving the bad boy (and I was one HELL of a lot badder way back then) and then as soon as she has got him trying to change what it was that attracted her to him in the first place.

I refused to change and told her that. She more than once said, "You are a married man and you have a better single lif$e than most single guys".

I will say for the record that in the almost 5 years together I NEVER cheated on her. Cam bloody close, but never did.

Anyway, a couple of years later we had a bit of a reignite for a while and she even came overseas to where I was living for an holiday and then when I cam back we saw each other for a while until I cut her loose.

She was using me as an excuse not to get on with her life, I told her that, and it pretty much died a natural death from there.

We have not spoken since, and that is about 5 years ago.... and that is a shame, because even afterv we divorced wewere still good friends.

For a long time she was my best friend in the world, and to this day she understood me better than most people will ever hope to.

I will get married again, if it is right, or even for fun, as I suggested in this thread... that'd be a hoot

It will take a pretty amazing person to catch and keep me, that much I will say.

In that case JFK has billions of words about me in stock !!!

Question # 6

6. What does it take to be a cricket umpire?

Not much.

Learn the rules, pass a test, do a practical test and Bob's your uncle.

The better question would have been:
"What Makes a 13 Year Old Boy Want to Umpire Cricket Instead Of Play ?"

I still played, but upon learning that I could earn $17 for a Saturday afternoon's work while my mates struggled to earn $10 mowing 5 lawns all day Saturday made it an easy career choice at that time.

good read so far

Fuck....

6 down..... 30 to go.

Fuck....

;-)

I've got to say, I usually don't read the Ambush Interviews, or at least not with baited breath. This one though has really grabbed my interest.

I met Lindsay, very briefly, at the begining of the Costa Rica Bash. We had somewhat of misunderstanding that we agreed to settle over a beer in the future. From the brief time I was able to observe / chat with Lindsay, the life of the party title sure comes shining through. Interesting guy and one who at first glance you might not expect to be as well spoken as he is.

Can't wait to read the rest, and keep up your wild ways big guy.

Ah come on old man. Don't got the stamina?

I'm putting in a long night tonight so I don't have to work while you're in town =)

my brother from another mother

Well brother, its been long enough till you got one of these. Lots of people wander around in your space, but you never get to really know them. So many times did we meet, but never get to know one another. Listening to someone once tell me "he is trouble and starts lots of fights" I thought, he always seems to smile and has always been warm to me in our brief meetings. Spending time with you has revealed a smart, interesting fellow. One of the few people more hyperactive than me. I am glad to call you my brother.

Awe babe....

I could be insanely jealous if your hubby wasn';t one of the nicest, most stand up blokes I have met in this biz.

Save me a hug and birthday kiss anyway baby.. I **DO** own a Swingers Club remember ......

Question #37

Would you sell your sperm (for the right price to the right women) to create another masterpiece like yourself??

You've got it all baby! I would love a little clone of you runnin amuck around the house. This is gonna get me in trouble. But seriously, I admire and respect you so much. You are one of the coolest people I have ever had the great fortune to meet and hang with. I am so looking forward to seeing you in San Diego, if not sooner. I keep missing you when you are in LA. Next time your in town I will be there with bells on! I am loving this interview pumpkin, keep it rollin!

I'm enjoying this one so far.

Question # 7

7. What's the most interesting thing that ever happened to you as an escort driver?

He he he he he he he....

WHERE do I start ?

The origins of "CuriousBoyToy" was way back then, because at 16 there were a NUMBER of the working girls who had been around the block for a while who liked to take the "young fella" under their wing.....

And that's not all !!!!!!



The ***MOST*** interesting ?

Well there was this reasonably new girl, "Jasmin", who started at the brothel I worked out of when I had been working there for about 4 months, who was only 3-4 years older than me, and let me tell you, I could change my column shift 3-speed manual Holden with my cock it was that hard everytime I was around her...

Unlike the older girls, Jasmin was still fresh and relatively innocent, and an absolute knockout.

Even though I was pretty socially and sexually advanced by 16, that was with 16 year old girls that I could already manipulate and manouver myself into their panties with minimal effort, NOT 20 year old prostitutes.

So therefore I did what any 16 year old would do... mumbled and bumbled and looked like a total retard whenever she was around, let alone when I had to drive her somewhere. It was also my first experience with jealousy - when I took her to a John, I would sit in the car and imagine tearing him apart piece by piece, and saving Jasmin and the day...

Oh, to be 16 again !!!!!

NEVER



Anyhoo, I had to drive her to this job, and, not as uncommon as people may think, even back then, the job was to a couple at a private home.

We pulled up at the address and I walked her up to the door (my job being, get the money and then wait around until time was up and knock on the door to get her out and take her back).

The female half of the couple opened the door and asked us in.

She looked at me and turned to the guy and said, "Oooo, I like him" and then turned to me and said "How much for you as well?".

Without gory details (which got pretty gory let me tell you), the first time I go to fuck Jasmin I was 16 1/2, was paid $60 (after house cut of course, which In had to pay), and I dated Jasmin for 3 months.

We also saw the couple again a number of times.

Ah, glory days.

Go figure ?

Raven's Rehab ....

Raven, Tev, Mom, the dogs, the plasma TV, Mom's brownies.

My favorite place in the world to dry out.

Mwah.

Much love Trix, to you and the big guy.

xoxox

Wow what an awesome interview and you're not even half way through, hehe.

When everyone else passed me by CuriousBoyToy offered his help and and carried me up many flights of stairs. He about killed both of us after he was all the way up but we made it fine. I won't forget that buddy, thanks.

Mark

Question # 8

8. Did you ever have to rough anyone up as a debt collector?

Hang on while I just ring one of my lawyers and get some confirmations on statute of limitations provisions.......



This is going to be a relatively short answer, and not one like a Tarantino script, because even though I regret nothing I have ever done in my life (because it is the sum of everything I have done that has made me the amazing person that I am today !!), there are many things I have done ofn which I am less than proud.

Let's just make it clear that the people I worked for were not in the traditional businesses of finance and lending, or supply and demand.

Suffice to say that the people I was collecting from where NOT people whi hadn't done something like missed a car payment.

And I was paid solely on performance.

Ehuf said.

I did short jail time as a result of an incident gone wrong during this time, when a refused bail application just before an Easter weekend (thanks to my brief fucking up the application, which was pro fucking forma !!) resulted in 9 days in high security remand.

I've done watchhouse overnights before and many since, but this was the real deal.

And I was a 19 year old kid, trapped in a 250lb body with the mind of a serial killer, and a super ego to boot.

Of all the people I have hurt physically in my life, the 5 guys in that 9 days and the fucking retard lawyer who fucked up in the first place to put me there are the ones I have least bad feeling about.

Airek... love you bro...



xoxox

Wow I'm glad to see I'm not the only one

DH

Question # 9

[b]9. How did you end up managing a strip club and brothel for years?[/]

Well it wasn't years. Although it did seem like it then and even sometimes now...

I "managed" my first strip club at 19, the a brothel, then both.

By 20, I was in New Zealand, another country, running 5 strip clubs and 3 brothels in the red light strip along "K" Road in Auckland.

Wonder if I can still spell it... Karanguahape ? Anyways, "K" Road

Here I was, 19, surrounded by fucking huge Maoris and "coconuts" (assorted Islanders), this fucking white kid, who, even at 6"2 and 250lbs of pretty fucking strong muscle mass, paled into insignificance next the to fucking size of some of these huge black bastards. Who did not like me. At all.

Bottom line - within 4 weeks I was on a first name basis with ever orderly, nurse and doctor on night duty at Auckland General Hospital.



Had the shit beaten out of me more times in that first month than the rest of my life put together and tripled.

A painful time.

I was only there for about 3 1/2 months when a car I was supposed to be driving blew up, giving the poor little fuck "gopher" kid I used to give odd jobs to 3rd degree burns to 50% of his body.

I accepted the message and booked it out of country in a BIG hurry.

That was the last straw and I decided that if I wanted to live past 30, or even 21 at that point, it was time to make a change......

But I didn't answer the question really...

How did I end up there ?

Hmmmmmm.

Let's just say that management skills (which I had) were not the major pre-requisite.

Product handling and marketing channels were.

The End.

Lindsay, hit me up on ICQ to discuss your layover at LAX please

My favorite fucking t-shirt in the world....

Ratty as hell, but I still wear it.

Bought in my time living in the Philippines.

Linds bought me one of these shirts too [mine is a few sizes smaller] and I fucking love it!

And yes, Linds and I have shared a bed before and I DID build a wall of pillows down the middle. Lindsay had given me that "If I ever decide to come out of the closet, you don't have a choice" lecture so I was just being cautious. We spent the rest of that show in Prague kicking each other out of the bed room bringing back hookers. Mine were cuter. His were cheaper and in greater numbers. It evened out.

this interview is fucking great!

WOW........... I'm a word Billionaire

Im sure Lindsay was the inspiration for this kid ...

Question # 10

10. Discuss how you got sick and lost it all at age 31.

Hmmmmmmmm. I don't like to.

After I went "on the straight and narrow" I worked for the Government for a long time (I actually worked for them on and off in between a lot of early shit) and whilst there I started my own management consultancy (amongst other things !!).

One thing led to another, I left the Civil Service and BOOM, I expanded from a 2 man consultancy practice with a business partner, turning over about $250k per year in the first year, to that company, an IT Business Solutions Company, a PC and software supply company, a magazine publishing company and a letterbox distribution company within 2 years, turning over $8mil year.

I was loaded with more money than brains and I was a TOTAL asshole.

Alright.

Cut to the chase.

I was living large and the high life and fast lane was where I remained firmly for quite some time.

I knew that there was something not right with me, but I blamed that on the drugs, the drink, the women, the lifestyle and anything else I could think of.

Oh, and a death wish longer than a elephant's dick.

I was sick. VERY sick.

One day I was walking down the street in town and I just stopped.. felt a bit ill in the stomach and next minute projectile vomited pure blood over a half a dozen peeps in front of me.

Quite fucking funny in hindsight actually... they were horrified and this woman starting screaming and it was all a big fucking circus. I just turned and kept walking.

Soooo...

Off to the doctor I go.

Cancer. throat lining.

Inoperable, metastized to your lymph nodes, 3 - 6 months.

What a fucking cock of a docter !!!

I gave him a mouthful and left.

This is the only time in my life that I was thankful I had money back then - I immediately picked up the phone and found the most pre-emminet specialist in that area in the country, sat down with my business partners that night and explained things and signed Power of Attorneys over evetything for them (note this BIG mistake) and next morning jumped on a plane and went to him.

Horrible time. 6 weeks of intensive radium treatment, 7 weeks of chemotherapy.

100% clean bil of health.

(and no, my voice was like it was for ever, it's not because of this !!!)

Funny thing? I did not lose ONE hair, I GAINED weight and I generally got in all sorts of shit with the hospital staff for, well, or being me ;-)

The single biggest lesson of my life.

Here in this thread or when you see me PLEASE DO NOT say sorry or shit like that, do not compare or share stories or congratulate me or anything like that - it will piss me off. I decided to beat it and I did. It's a mind power thngs. If you can you will. End of story.

And no-one ever knows the right thing to say, so say nothing, even if we share experiences like this, say nothing.

I like it that way.

I had cancer of the soul LONG before it manifested itself physically... that was where the problem was.

NO more correspondence will be entered into and I ask you to respect that.



ANYWAY......

Whilst I was away for the 4 months of treatment (all up) my business partners made some STUPID decisions. They did not sit down and work out a "let's fuck Lindsay" plan, they just fucked up. Too long a story to go into, but the Power of Attorneyy I had given them fucked me. I still to this day do not hold bad feelings towards either of them. They were clueless and fucked up doing shit they had no clue about.

So I come back, refreshed and literally a new man and then hit a 6 month battle trying to hold everything together.

Cancer was easy in comparison.



August 1998, I had $3.78 in the bank and I owed $470000 plus change and owned the clothes I had in 2 bags.

How the mighty fall.

I didn't deserve it then, I do now.

Life is good.

Ahhhh.

Mr Mitchell, the original eloquent and in depth Ambushee.

And all around top bloke I might add !!

My love affair with Paris Hilton....

Well it was a torrid and passionate affair, that did not last very long, but it was a rollercoaster while it was on, she teased me, she brought me intense pleasure, and it became all about the money, so alas, I had to let her go.

And that's about all I have to say about that.

No dude.

I love you !!!

Lindsay is about the only person I know who can seriously out drink me.. And I freaked out a number of people when I went to a university drinking horn with 4 bottle of sprits for myself.

Look forward to our next party mate!