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I have found in my normal business life, emails may take weeks to get a response. Or never. Texts often get instant replies, or at least timely. Remember faxes? Or snail mail? Or telegrams? Communications technology has changed. No different with this hobby.

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Love this thread. I was in Kochi a couple of years ago for the Kochi-Muziris Biennale, where my driver was an absolutely stunning 20-something year old Indian wearing a lungi. Wanting to get friendlier, I asked him "What are you wearing under your lungi?" He was taken aback, and said, "Why my trousers of course", by which I suspect her meant something like boxers. I had an elaborate hotel suite, and he slept in his car, as hotels in India don't allow drivers and other servants to sleep in their "master's" room. Too bad. I would have loved to have had him for some overnighters!

I have a regular provider where we start off talking with each other and catching up on what is going on in our lives...out of genuine interest and caring...all while we are getting undressed. Then we continue standing, arms around each other, naked body against naked body, talking, playing, caressing, doing what we know stimulates the other. And at some point we each know when it is time to get on the table for the massage. The orgasm is something like three-quarters into the 90 minute massage, giving time to wind down, relax and begin the rest of the day totally at peace. Works for me.

Three different experiences with three different masseurs over the years. 1) Excellent masseur who I had been seeing for several years for erotic massages. One time I called up for an appointment, and he said something like: "I have to tell you I am in therapy and my therapist and I have agreed I am not doing erotic massages any more, just therapeutic. If you don't want to see me anymore that is absolutely fine, and I can even recommend someone else who is very good and does erotic massages." I said that was fine, that I was happy to get his excellent therapeutic massages. I got two or three strictly therapeutic massages, and then he was back to full service. He simply needed to know that at least some people valued him for his massage skills, and not just sex...that he was regarded as a professional masseur not an escort. When he saw that was true, he and his therapist were fine with him doing erotic massages. 2) Another excellent regular, who only advertised therapeutic and sensual, not erotic. After my first massage that ended with a HE, I said I would write a review. He said "Please only say sensual, not erotic. I am here on a student visa and have a government scholarship, and I don't want to jeopardize them." He was from a country with different laws and societal expectations. Fair enough. I assume most if not all of his clients got the full service. He just needed to feel safe. 3) Yet another excellent regular from another country, whose every massage was "therapeutic, sensual and erotic" in his own words. One time as I was leaving he got a text from a former client who wanted to stop by for 10 minutes for a BJ. For language-skill reasons, he asked me to check his reply, which was "No I will not do that. I prefer to do massage." Again, he needed to feel that clients are coming to see him for his professional massage skills, not only for sex, even though every massage includes sexual acts. Life is complicated and human beings are complicated. We all rationalize some things that may not be rational on the surface. What is important is for everyone to appreciate that understanding, direct honest communication and empathy go a long way. That being said, at some point this masseur acquired a live-in boyfriend, who was living off the masseur's income, and then complaining about the source of the money. One day I arrived and the masseur said that the bf didn't like him doing massages in the nude, that he was leaving his bikini underwear on. I said that was nuts...that the bf was living off the income from the sexual services, was ok or at least resigned to the erotic massages, but wanted his bf to hide the family jewels? I said, "Just tell him you're leaving the bikini on when you are with a client, and then do what you want. You don't have to tell your bf everything...everyone has secrets." He said, "I can? Oh wow. I didn't know I could do that." Off came the bikini and he happily continues to provide the nude interactive services as before. Ah, an inexperienced youth.

The provider is essentially asking a question, to which your answer could be "yes" or "no". There does not need to be anything rude or insulting about clarity. 56 Harrisond has provided the answer that is correct, polite, and clear.

A couple of years ago I hired Travis Thailand from RentMasseur LA, for a couple of massage dates, that turned out to be very very interactive. I later found out (probably on this site) that he has done porn as Travis Yukarin, and also has had an ad on RentMen at times. There is a lot on social media of him as Travis Yukarin in his career as a pole dancer. Very sweet man, a lot of fun, fabulous body. In the '80s I was dating a hot young man who was also dating Al Parker at the same time. At some point Al and I decided to drop the third and go at it, the two of us. Great body, but not surprisingly we weren't that into each other. This was before Al had foreskin reconstructive surgery. Unfortunately they are both dead today, more's the pity.

One of the reasons I like young gentlemen is they give me a window into what's current, and help keep me young, if only by proximity. I have one young man who is a muscle god, tall, dark and handsome, and sizzlingly hot. Every time I see him I look forward to seeing if his hair is long or short, what color(s) it might be, what color his finger and toe nails might be, etc. Sometimes I like the look, sometimes not. But these details are transitory, and to me, just one aspect of the whole package. He says, "I am exploring both my male and female sides, celebrating multiple aspects of gender identity. Ignite your engine and join the journey." At my age I am not going on that journey, but am happy for him that he is free enough to explore.

RE: Tipping. Both the amounts and the breadth of people to be tipped has increased. Here is one guideline for the US. $1/nite for a hotel maid definitely does not cut it. Say she does 25 rooms in an 8 hr shift. $25 total tip is nothing. The Latest Rules Of Tipping: How Much To Tip In 2023 | Bankrate WWW.BANKRATE.COM If you’re confused about how much to tip your waiter, bartender or barista, Bankrate has the latest guidance.

I just remembered an instance from back when I was in my 30s. I had a regular masseur who was strictly therapeutic, although I would be nude and he clothed. And he was just my type, but he never gave an hint of more, and I never tried. One time I arrived at his apartment, and his lover greeted me at the street-level door (on a busy cable car street in SF) naked except for a cock ring. I was too dumb to do anything then, but today I would certainly invite the lover to join a 3-way, err, massage.

Check out Modernism Week held in February and October, when the interiors of select houses are open. The same people run Architecture Tours by Modernism Week in season.

Speaking of Mom...some years back I had a masseur who was quite an excellent masseur, and towards the end we always ended up both on the table sucking and jo'ing each other. One time I arrived, and after a usual greeting, he put his index finger up to his lips and said sotto voce, Shhh, my mother is in the next room. This being expensive SF real estate, the next room was only separated by a curtain. We had our same usual excellent massage, our same (quiet) excellent sex, and Mom was presumably no wiser. Because he was able to be so casual about it, it didn't bother me a bit. Years later, the last time I saw him was in a Chinese restaurant, with his Chinese lover, and...the lover's Mom. Ha.