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Que scandal. There has to be something to keep the little birdies chirping. As long as you know the truth and your hubby knows the truth. Let them.

You have been able to dedicate yourself to fitness and sensible training without excessive fascination with size. Most of all, you have filled your life with a multitude of interests which are additional sources of satisfaction. Those other interests are the key to keeping your fitness regimen in perspective. Body building is a fact in your life but it is not your entrire life. Think is is often the case for others who focus on size that other diversions are not there or developed and as a result, the focus becomes size and size alone. It is your ability to develop the physical and the intellectual interests which give your life balance. Few are able to do so with such success in both areas.

I hire a bisexual escort who has a male client who runs a small tour service to Italy four times a year. The escort is the tour liaison who insures that the members of the tour have the schedule, are able to get into the restaurants they desire and for the single ladies, he ensures that they have a partner for dinner and after dinner and of course, after after dinner. He says he rarely gets queries from men on the tour but he does offer them the same services.

The subtle slow seduction to get Danny to the Sunday pool party has taken several years and ultimately a public invitation with a signed contractual agreement. He was just not ready to jump in the pool rather he was urged in one toe at a time.

You are correct it was Valerie Harper. I thought that was the case but when I looked at the clip it really did look like Cindy Williams. And Luke was my favorite of the men. I really did not have a favorite among the ladies, in fact until you mentioned it, I never noticed there were ladies in the scene.

IT seems that are childhood experiences are as different as everything else about us. Overall, I believe that as different as I am from siblings and close cousins. politically, religiously, intellectually, we all share a common background. The way in which we are most alike, perhaps the only we we are alike, is in supporting each other through the bad times and celebrating the good times. Day to day, not so much support as an acknowledgement that the others are doing at least okay. That came from our parents and it is reflected in the kind of parents my siblings are.

All this without the Yokumberry

Really it is sung as: Put them back the way they wuz. And you can't overlook Cindy Williams as a member of the wives chorus. She is Luke's wife, Luke is the one on the extreme left. Also my personal favorite.

Al Jolson. Bing Crosby. Frank Sinatra Elvis Presley Beatles. BeeGees. Madonna. Micheal Jackson.Eminem. Taylor Swift. So White guy pretending to be black. White guy pretending not to be an alcoholic. White guy pretending not to be a mob front. White guy pretending to be a rebel. While guys pretending to be the voice of their generation. White guys pretending to be cool. White guy pretending to be a woman. Okay, a woman pretending to be a woman. Black guy pretending to be white. Another white guy pretending to be black. And now A white woman billionaire pretending to be everybody's best friend. Every generation has a voice unfortunately most of them are a front for something else.

It could be that he is well aware of the meaning of Peligro and that is just the audience he is looking to attract. Similar to that New York Politician, Anthony Weiner, who was also known as Carlos Danger. I guess if your name is Weiner, Danger seems a step up.

Perry Como became a singer only because he could not make it as a barber. While there may be some merit in seeing her live, I agree with Ali Gator that having the audience singing would make me a bit crazy and with the crowds she attracts, it is hard to believe you can really make her out except on the big screen. So, if was inclined to listen to her music, I would do so in the comfort of my home with a beverage of my choice and no line for the bathroom.

He said he was an Aquarius, so perhaps something fishy is going on. Though his ad may not be current, those pictures certainly sent a jolt through my electrical system.

Danny and I spoke very frequently during the pandemic. I was working taking care of the affected patients and he was a great sounding board for my fears and concerns about what was going to happen next with that terrible disease. What would really cheer me up and allow me to realize the resilience of the human body was talking with Danny and his self care regimen during the pandemic. He started bicycling daily and would send me his route card. Within a matter of three weeks he was bicycling as much as 100 miles in a day along the California coast. After several months of that, he switched to swimming. He was mostly swimming in a local pool and doing multiple miles in a day. One day he told me of doing six miles in the morning and then another six miles at night. The idea of that much swimming was amazing to me. I had taken up swimming as a college student and I remember my own exhilaration at reaching a mile. That day I got out of the pool weak legged and sweating. Of course I did not have the kind of thighs Danny has. He truly is an unbelievable athlete who will push ever onward once he has set his mind on a particular goal. I know he gave up the bicycling once traffic returned to normal, but I believe he still swims, though not such long distances. My only regret about this is not having the opportunity to witness him gliding through the water in a tight skimpy bathing suit. I used to kid him about his "rudder" slowing him down in the water. I tried to convince him to do an Iron Man but he hates running so that was not a task he chose to tackle. Even Superman has Kryptonite.

After viewing your latest photos, I can tell you what my current condition is. Too bad I have to be the one to address it rather than you. Have a great day big guy. Page 27 photos on that thread will likely get my afternoon started with a bang.

Very impressive and not even close to the biggest and most provocative bulging vein you have.

I have enjoyed your thread about "What I do in the AM". and now I have a picture of what my perfect answer would be.

Manforme I hope you can find some new friends that share your situation. It seems that to do so will require time and likely changes in your life that are likely to raise questions at home. That being the case, consideration should be given to how you intend to proceed with starting a new group of contacts and maintaining the old group. It seems you wife would likely want some explanation. I agree with the others who suggest seeking out resources in Philadelphia. The Gay Mens Chorus is very good in Philadelphia and is usually open to new members. But if you can sing,, look for a group go gay men who are interested in the activities you are. One friend can be enough ore he might be a person who can introduce you to a whole community. I do think you can have both a gay and a traditional life but you need to decide if you want them separate or if you are willing to trust those in your traditional life to understand you enough to allow you to explore the new life.

Well I must say I hate all you jump out of bed and face the day people. I am usually awake until 2 or 3 AM and then when the alarm goes off at 7:36 I hit the snooze button. And when it goes off at 7:51 I get out of bed, pee and go back to bed. When it goes off at 8:06 I change the alarm to radio and lie there listening to music until the news comes on at 8:23. Then if I need to be at work, I get up, shower and brush my teeth in the shower, If needed, I will first leave a deposit for the sanitation department and do a crossword puzzle. Multi tasking as it were. So at 8:43 the radio show I listen too during the week has a segment Strange News in which II hear about things like the support alligator which was refused entry to a Philadelphia Phillies game and almost always some bizarre story from Florida. At long last I am dressed and out the door. No breakfast, no coffee. Just a pet for each of the dogs. If I am not working. There is no alarm. There is no music. Just blissful sleep until I am blissful and pissful and then need to get up.

Dolly is that you?

I come from a large Italian family and though Italian Americans are thought to be very affectionate and physically interactive, that was not true of all of my family. Most of my cousins were not interactive with either of their parents. Some were interactive with their mother but not so much with their father. However, in my immediate family, my father expected a kiss on the cheek when he came home and a kiss for both he and my mother when we went to bed. That lasted until well into my teen years. There were other branches of the family which were more verbal, with "I love you"frequently being said prior to bed but there was no physical touch. I do not believe "I love you" was said publicly in my household despite the hugs and kisses. So how was affection shown between parents and children in your home growing up, if was shown at all? Later on, if you had children, was it shown in a similar manner?

In response, to the I love you one can say, "I really enjoy spending time with you too. It is not love but it is very nice." If you want to be sure the point gets across, one could say " I enjoy spending time with you but love does not enter into it." Or even more direct. "I like spending time with you too but I do not get paid to have sex with the man with whom I am in love". The always available "I love you but I am not In love with you" I am not saying these should be rehearsed but this situation has got to be expected to occur and the escort should be ready with an appropriate answer. As a physician I am prepared with kind but honest answers to all sorts of questions. One does not want to fumble one's way through questions such as "How much time do I have.?"

I prefer slow with a dance of the 7 veins (not a typo). Slowly revealing my partner with them finally in some sexy underwear which usually then are removed partially and then pulled back on and then teasingly removed and replaced until there is not denying the need and the final spring out of the underwear is sprung.

Some may think it is a pity that the erection was my own. Now that I am well into my seventh decade, the traditional morning erection is not a tradition like daily, it is more a tradition like Christmas, it comes once a year. From age 11 to age 55 or so, it was an unusual day that did not start with an erection and an emission. Since then, there has been a slow but steady decline in the frequency of erection in the morning and emission to quell the desire. Even rarer are the mornings when I awaken to find myself already pleasuring myself. This morning when I awakened to an erection it was as though an old friend had come to visit. We greeted each other with a warm shake of the hand and then we fell into a rhythm of communication that is easy, familiar, not at all forced and yet surprising and very enjoyable. I am not sure when I will be visited again but I look forward to it eagerly. So, those of a certain age, when did those morning erections stop being a daily occurrence. Are you left mourning in the morning for the lack of return of your old friend? For the younger posters, are you still taking full advantage of self advantage or is the day started without a bang?

Without specifics, I suggest that if you like morning sex, take the first one and if you do not, take the last one. I am not a morning person so I would definitely pick the last one.

When I first finished my residency, I was working running a residency program. The hospital allowed me to have a small practice out of my hospital office and supplied me a single exam room. One of the first patients I saw was an elderly Italian woman who was about 4 11 , 80 pounds and dressed in all black. She was clean but her clothes were threadbare and her shoes were well worn. After the visit, she asked me what the fee was. I did not have a receptionist nor secretary at the time. And though she was old she did not qualify for Medicare. I initially told her there would be no fee. I was not depending on this practice for anything significant financially and her appearance made it seem as though she needed the money more than I did. She insisted that she pay something, so I told her ten dollars. She seemed skeptical but ultimately said alright. With that she opened a battered pocketbook and took out a thick wad of $100 bills. She must have had $5000 in cash and she asked if I had change. I did not and eventually I had to spend time getting the bill broken down to smaller bills. She said she was quite pleased with our encounter but that she would not be coming back. When I asked why she said something to the effect: If you do not value your time and your expertise professionally, how good can the service be? I want to see a doctor who knows what his work is worth. Over the many years of practice, I did take that opinion somewhat to heart, but when I was going to do something nice financially for a patient, usually an uninsured patient, I always told them, the usual fee and then would tell them that I so appreciated their trust in me that I would like to give them a discount, if they were comfortable with that. Most would thank me, a few would refuse and occasionally, one would ask that I put that money on the side and use it for a patient that needed the help more than they did. When that happened, and I eventually told the recipient of that gift, pay it forward, why they were being given a discount, they were uniformly appreciative. I know the services that the escorts here supply are discretionary and so there is not an exact parallel, but the old Italian lady's advice is just as valid. Know what your work is worth. The client who appears to need a break may not. That may be a large roll of 100 dollar bills in his pants and not just that he is glad to see you.