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While you could not be there, I hope you know, and I speak from the experience of a person who was there for someone's Mom as she passed from CpVid, that there was someone there, feeding her, talking with her and making her passing just a bit easier. My first patient to pass from CoVid was a 85 year old woman and during her last three days, I went in a lunchtime to feed her and speak to her. Though she ate, she did not speak but I could sense that she heard me. I tried to be as comforting as I could be under the circumstances. I wasn't family, but I was there so she wasn't alone. I hope that your mother had a similar gentle passing.

My mother died about 17 years ago but had she lived, my family would be celebrating her 100th birthday today. During my childhood and through my early teen years, my mother's birthday and the coincident Fourth of July would be a major family occasion, outstripped only by Christmas and possibly Thanksgiving, My mother and father bought a house in the suburbs of NYC, actually in NYC, just in suburban NYC and July Fourth was the day that the house was at its most utile. My father was a man of the times which means I never saw him, wash a dish, clear a table, do laundry, or cook. Except for the Fourth of July. Of course cooking was grilling, as grilling was the only way a man could cook in the fifties and early sixties. So on Independence Day, my immediate family and all of my mother's siblings and their children and assorted others would arrive en mass for barbecue, outdoor fun and family celebration. We had an overground pool, round and about 8 feet in diameter and 4 feet tall. We had an above sized average back yard, well above average for NYC. The house had been built with the back facing abandoned railroad tracks. Across the tracks, identical houses were build facing in the other direction. The tracks were about 10 feet below the grade on which the houses were built and there was about 10 yards of property between the back borders of the houses. There houses were build in a row of 54 houses and basically the "gully" between separated out the neighborhood. When the railroad decided to sell the property, they offered the land to the home owners. In reality, there would not have been another buyer for the land which was surrounded by back yards, with no entry and which was 1/2 mile long and 10 yards wide. So most of the home owners on both side bought half the property, eventually filled it in and extended the back yard. So, my house had the expansive by NYC standards back yard and a pool and about 50 relatives and friends each fourth of July. The youngsters would get in the pool. The adult men would stand around and drink beer and talk and smoke cigarettes and tell bad jokes and the adult women would gather in the kitchen and laugh and exchange the family news of the day. All the while my father would get the grill started and throw on some burgers franks, perhaps some Italian sausages and then ribs and corn. My mother of course, would have prepared other food and at least one pasta dish. Of course pasta was not called pasta back then, unless you were speaking Italian, Eventually, we would all stand outside and eat off of paper plates with the juice of the burgers sapping whatever small degree of integrity the dish had. And invariably, soon after most of us had finished eating, one of the men would splash one of the women with the water from the pool. There would be a screech and a retaliation. Soon, fifty people were running around with cups and pots full of pool water and the garden hose would be uncoiled as a major weapon. Again, like Old Faithful, one of the women or perhaps one of the smaller, younger men would be tossed in the pool. Others would follow either voluntarily or involuntarily until only one hold out was dry on the sidelines. Attempts would be made to cajole that person into surrendering voluntarily to the fate that was sure to befall them. There was the perfunctory refusal and then the mass attack of wet Italo Americans bearing down on the outlier and the eventual fall to the ground, the gathering of the limbs and torso and the triumphant splash. There was always laughter and howling and people out of breath. There were threats of revenge and covert alliances between relatives who under other circumstances barely spoke to one another. Every towel In the house would be used and as the sun headed down, most would get back into the house, shivering but mostly dry. Cake was served with coffee and then about eight hours after it began the family would begin to leave. This being an Italian family, everyone had to kiss everyone else. There was no hiding from the aunt who was a sloppy kisser, the uncle with the rough beard or the stray relative who liked garlic just a little too much. Many of the people who attended those parties are now celebrating wherever it is that those who pass from this realm party. Each of those of us who remain here probably have some special memories of these parties. In celebration of my mother's 100th birthday, I grilled some burgers in the back yard. I turned on the garden hose and sprayed myself. I have to say, that it was an accident that it happened but it did feel totally planned by someone somewhere not here. I enjoyed the sun. I took a dip in my bathtub. (I do not have a pool above ground or otherwise). If I had planned the celebration, /I would have bought a kiddie pool. I ran around the backyard with my dogs. All in all, I had a quarantine party that will be a memory. It will not be as sweet as those parties when I was young, but under the circumstances, I was glad I was able to get out and enjoy the day.

I prefer the whole nine inches.

Fell asleep midway and during a sex scene, Either the movie is really bad, the sex is really bad or I am really old. I think all three are true for this,

Awhile back I hired a since retired escort, Darius in DC;. He was lender muscular and very animalistic. The hotel I stayed at was a Klimptom, Rouge I believe, and they supplied a zebra print robe in the room. After a very sexy romp, he went to shower and I asked him to return wearing the zebra bathrobe. I thought it might be hot but I was as wrong as you can get, I told him to take it off not just because his body was such a turn on but also because the robe was such a turn off. Still I managed to thoroughly enjoy the second half of our visit. When I was in DC recently, I stayed at the same hotel and they still had that robe in the closet. I am not sure, but it may be that they have it in each room.

In the last several weeks, I have found out that two men I have known and fucked are racists. In both cases, it came as a surprise, In one case, I have known this man personally for more than 10 years and though I knew him to be conservative politically, I recently have begun to follow him on Facebook and have found his posts there disturbing, The other, an escort I have seen once or twice in the past contacted me about possibly making a trip to my area, During that conversation he made a few blatant racist remarks, Now I had no difficulty telling the second man that I was not interested in meeting up, but the other is someone I have known for a long time. I am inclined to stop the relationshi, great sex and al, but I am surprised after more than 10 years to find out about this and I am wondering if I should explore this with him,

Four years later and still have bad things to say. That sounds like a grudge, that is why I said it, but I did not say it of you and I like to leave things said in the way I mean. I am sure you agree/

A few things. #1. I know Vince fairly well and I exchange texts with him regularly, so I have a bias and a current knowledge. #2 He is in his forties, his body is amazing and all parts are working on overdrive. #3 I do not know of any sugar daddy, but if he has one, good for him. A personable man who works as hard as he does to keep his body in top condition would not have any difficulty finding an appreciative admirer. #4 He is an intelligent and accomplished individual and he does not suffer fools easily, but he does appreciate intelligent, thoughtful and kind conversation. #5 He does have an Only Fans page and as most of the men who have such pages, he does it to keep himself current and to earn a living, #6 I know I enjoy it when my pay check comes in the mail (I know I am very old school and have a pay check with a envelop and a stamp and everything") and I am sure he appreciates the payment for his work. #7. He does not deal in idle speculation and rumormongering so BB perhaps you could learn something from him. #8 Though I do not belong to any Only Fans page, I am a fan of Vin's and I think most who know him have a similar opinion. #9 Of course, there are always outl liars and grudge holders for all of us, so consider anything negative you see here with caution. #10 At some point, you may want to form your own opinion. When CV19 is less an issue, try contacting him and see for yourself.

Listen, you may feel unwelcome but I say, if you want to go, grab a chair, a sturdy one and sit your fat ass down in the middle of the party. If you hear one word about fat, or old or ugly, give them one big fat old ugly middle finger and advise them to rotate on it. I would not sacrifice my personal enjoyment just to mollify an ignorant individual who likely needs a few lessons at Miss Hardly's School of Etiquette, At that point it would be time to take off the shirt and show them what personal PRIDE is all about. If that skin is too fat, flabby, pockmarked or wrinkled, for the priss let him head out with the rest of the garbage cause I can be trashy but I am definitely not garbage,

You probably had a non-displaced rib fracture, more like a crack in a windshield as opposed as a rock through the windshield. As a result, it may have been missed on Xray and then when it healed, the calcium build up of the healing process revealed that there was a fracture. The codeine in the cough medicine along with some Tylenol might have been all they would have offered if they knew there was a fracture there. If it continued to hurt, the most that can be prescribed in NJ in a 5 days supply of opiates. Depending on what other medications you are taking, you would also receive a prescription for Narcan if the opiate dosage exceeds a daily dose of 90 mg of morphine equivalent, As some opiate medications can run for as much as $20 dollars or more a piece on the street, there is scrutiny in the supple of these medications. At my hospital, we have regular visitors to the ER who come in with a litany of pain complaints in order to procure a prescription. Some have gotten very proficient in this so as to get admitted to the hospital and have a regular supply of narcotics. I now say that these patients are on a hos-cation. Three meals a day in bed with a private room, cable TV and narcotics around the clock. It sometimes takes several hours of patient interaction with staff to get these patients to leave the hospital. It is sad that life in a hospital is that much more suprerior to their actual life.

Of they can call up an old bovine client and see if he is available for dinner and,,,

Are you speaking from experience here big guy? Because I know if there is one thing of which you have plenty, it is experience.

Actually I like the idea of a Jeopardy Category of Balkan/Balkan't. List a series of three cities and give the answer. Balkan for each one in the Balkans and Balkan't if it is not. Balkan Balkant for 600. Tirana Riga. Sofia.

You said he should play in the US Open and then Paris. I stated that you assumed he was going to get better. I never said anything about Covid just that you must have assumed he would get better. If you did not assume that, I do not see how he could play tennis. I made that statement that he probably assumed the same thing, Most people get better but even professional athletes are subject to bad outcomes. Even ones who dance in the face of common sense. Certainly I made no mention at all of your knowledge or lack of it regarding Balkan cities. You could be, for all I know, the kind of person who could tun the category of Balkan Cities on Jeopardy.

First of all I was much better looking than that, Second, I had just had my first blow job and their is no crying in oral sex, at least for me. Third, I still got $20 so all was right with the world. https://video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search;_ylt=AwrJ4NZxAPRexVcA_wg2nIlQ?p=man+singing+in+the+shower&hsimp=yhs-015&hspart=dcola&fr=yhs-dcola-015&fr2=p%3As%2Cv%3Ai%2Cm%3Apivot&guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWFnZXMuc2VhcmNoLnlhaG9vLmNvbS95aHMvc2VhcmNoP3A9bWFuK3NpbmdpbmcraW4rdGhlK3Nob3dlciZmcj15aHMtZGNvbGEtMDE1JmhzcGFydD1kY29sYSZoc2ltcD15aHMtMDE1JmltZ3VybD1odHRwJTNBJTJGJTJGd3d3LmFhZGwub3JnJTJGZmlsZXMlMkZpbWFnZXMlMkZtYW5zaW5naW5naW5zaG93ZXIuanBnJmd1Y2VfcmVmZXJyZXI9YUhSMGNITTZMeTkzZDNjdWJXVnpjMkZuWlMxbWIzSjFiUzV1WlhRdmRHaHlaV0ZrY3k5a2FXUXRlVzkxTFdWMlpYSXRaWE5qYjNKMExqRTFPRE15TVM5d1lXZGxMVEkmZ3VjZV9yZWZlcnJlcl9zaWc9QVFBQUFNSG8yTnFpZ2VmNVRBckdveWVFTE9Wc2ZWaDBlUTdPSEJfcjU3THdjel9CQWE0MmU5aGJYWDgtdUFZeVFyaE5RNHlBeGtBRWJ1WjhNcjJHcXo5ai04eEY1dWF1LWZJSXV4dEpCb2lxcGhIZldCZmNIeE0xaTUyNkJxdWNla0tobmRhMVctb2JCQkU3UzFYVGE5dndrWkt1SkRqckhyc21QZ3U5N0l1ZUwtTXkmX2d1Y19jb25zZW50X3NraXA9MTU5MzA0OTIzMQ&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACmpkTL6kPhZGemvKMSueDQrFMTgxGX0vhwB98VQo05Zu-eBFzHhlucw21834nw5Gm-t4cERFXWNhy-oFs-Kc6y96tu2-LODoKtg1fVHvX-tJsvY621nzv4C7tfv0QS75TYrtb3gSbqjPsj3posxcTFf4DsGyMPHuDQ6nzTzpVCP&_guc_consent_skip=1593049261#id=55&vid=eaf297d97d4a3e1ca649ff74dad36326&action=view

Rod Roddick. RIP John. https://www.gayforit.eu/video/186387/Rod-Roddick- Funny thing is his persona and his person were so completely different.

I was hitchhiking home from class when an older man picked me up and started chatting me up. Eventually he asked if I had a girlfriend and if she cleaned my pipes. I lied and said I did. He told me he could do a better job and told me he had fifty dollars to prove it. That was a month's worth of spending money. He pulled over and told me to drive. He then felt me up and undid my zipper and pulled my cock out and began to suck in earnest, After a short bit, he said his back was hurting and he wanted to go to a hotel. I told him know and grabbed the back of his bald head and pushed it back down onto my cock, He resume sucking and I held him there, As I got closer to coming, my foot got heavier on the gas pedal and we were speeding along pretty quickly when I came in his mouth. He then told me he did not have the fifty and when I began to make a fuss he gave me 20. I got out of the car and went right into my house to shower, I would up jerking off in the shower thinking about it. So a one time escort. He did offer to bring me to a hotel to meet some friends of his if I wanted to do this again, but as this was my first blow job and my first time with a man, I had a lot to process. Heavy set, totally bald said he was new in town from Cincinnati.

I guess you are assuming he will get healthy again, That is probably the same assumption he made. Not a wise one to my mind.

My mother rarely cursed and one of my fondest memories of her is her entering a room where I was watching an HBO movie with very foul language. She said very firmly: "Please turn that off, you know I don't go for that shit". She did not know why I was laughing. That may have been one of only ten times I heard her curse in her life. So, I would suggest that if it is bothersome to hear it, you tell NT: I love you but clean up your fucking language.

Right now I would only plan local trips with no plans to stay at a hotel or travel by plane. I am hoping my first post lockdown trip will be a trip to Tahiti I have promised myself for years.

By the way, which is the other thread you are reporting into? Salacious details in there? Everyone loves a hot story. I know I do and no matter if it strays off the path of total veracity. Of course, if I were to start such a thread about my love life lately, it would be pure fiction

I have heard it said that men die twice, once when they physically die and once when their name is uttered for the last time. So some of us live on for centuries, others generations and the most unfortunate among us, live on for only a brief time after the body has perished.

As to what to call him. I think Significant Other works though it does seem just slightly presumptuous. Companion or Longtime Companion has a long history but has an in the closet feel to it. Boyfriend is a bit juvenile. Lover is kind of in your face and in the present circumstance, not accurate. Special friend seems like what you might call him in a children's book,,,,Basketballer and His Special Friend. You might go with introducing him as your Partner or just,,,this is My Man. It is odd to me that in a language as evolving as English, that we do not have a clear cut term for adult sex partners who are not married or adults who are dating irrespective of the state of their sex lives.

Having never been a father, I cannot imagine the pain of losing a child. No matter how long ago, I imagine it is fresh each time you consider it. My condolences on you loss and ongoing pain,

One nice thing about escort client relationships that turn into friendships and more, is that looks are out of the equation. The escort is hot, usually. The client is not, more often then not. But they meet, Interact. Learn about each other. The superficiality of physical attraction becomes less important and the attraction on a different level becomes more pertinent. So what brought them together, money and looks, are only the way they meet, not the way they stay together.