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I had an upper and lower blefaroplasty when I was 42, to great result. I remember after I had it, for months I kept a diary of people's comments... "you look so rested"..."you look great"..."have you done something different with your hair?" etc. I don't know if anyone other than my close friends, whom I told, guessed the truth. Now decades later, while I obviously look much older, people still can't believe how old I actually am. My eyes have stayed much younger than my chronological age, and give an overall younger appearance. One funny sidelight...the first time I tricked after the operation and got a load of cum in the face, eyes closed, it got in my eyes. The lids were so shortened for a while they didn't quite close tight enough to be waterproof. The trick was an 18 year old, with a huge load, who undoubtedly did not guess my age, even the morning after. I laughed about that for a long time.

Back on the original topic, in a review of the book An Honest Woman, a Memoir of Love and Sex Work, by female sex worker Charlotte Shane, I noted the following quote: "...suggesting that it’s possible to feel a type of love for a person with whom intimacy is, at its base, a financial transaction — even if you don’t fully understand the extent of those feelings yourself." (Alexis Burling, San Francisco Chronicle, August 11, 2024. This struck a note with me...I do love my boys and have occasions where there is some mutuality, at least. But it's a love circumscribed by the financial transaction. And that's OK. I think part of the confusion is that we are limited in English to one word, love. The French, and a number of other cultures, have a greater selection of words to describe different kinds of love.

For those souls who have never seen an Asian cock...here are a few screen grabs from the Gallery. Of course, no telling if any were born in Asia, or in America (or wherever)...but there are boys on both teams. Edited by moderator, no erections in public forums please. https://content.invisioncic.com/k323430/monthly_2024_08/image.png.44151b4cb568151180255d806a956b86.png https://content.invisioncic.com/k323430/monthly_2024_08/Screenshot2024-08-08at12_41_51PM.png.9d4d1a0e39286f973bcb65abb9482f9c.png

Having traveled internationally a lot, and always up for partaking in the local delights, I would say this map is right on. It is predominantly Moslems, Jews, and Americans who snip. Reminds me I need to try some more Filipino. One interesting sidelight, I have a Japanese friend who appears circumcised. I mentioned I was surprised and he said he actually isn’t circumcised. But as a child in Japan, he would daily bathe with his father in their home’s communal hot tub. Part of the daily ritual was for father and son to each stretch their foreskin so the head is exposed, for purposes of cleanliness. (He takes off his shoes when entering the house also). Somehow I can’t imagine my father and working our cocks together.

When I read the title of the article, I was expecting a snide piece on vaginas....

A bottle of good brandy and two cordial glasses on the beside table, and condoms, lube, and kleenex in the drawer. Hope springs eternal.

It makes sense. Young guys bring energy, wonder, openness to new things, looks, and nonstop hot sex. Older guys bring experience, knowledge, sophistication, calm, and resources. If you're open, it can work for everybody.

I presume someone in your family asked for adjoining rooms...most hotels, at least, know not to do that unless asked, for the very reason you have. One would think cruise lines would also know. One of the first business trips I was on, the hotel put a number of coworkers in the same row of rooms. It happened that there was a hairdressers conference in the hotel that week. and my room became orgy central. The next day I could hardly look at my office mates. A "sister" later told me, when that happens, when you get to the room call the front desk and tell them the toilet doesn't work, and you need a room change. It works.

When I was new to this game, I had a friend who had a Four-Poster bed. We soon discovered that if I stood up and wrapped my arms around one of the pasts, he could stand behind me and easily slide in…with a lot of flexibility for each of us to adjust to the best possible effect. I could turn my head around and kiss. Worked for us.

There are three high-rise towers (Society Hill Towers) in Philadelphia, with wall to wall floor to ceiling glass. People are famous for putting on sex shows for their neighbors, and posting signs in their windows with their phone numbers for a little in-person neighborliness. Some years back I had a bf who lived there, and had a grand piano in the corner windows. My favorite position was getting fucked on the grand piano.

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My vote goes to long wang. Can always use one of those.

Hey guys, lots of eye candy beaming out of Paris this week. Who are your favorite heart-throbs? Here are a couple of mine.

I am seeing the full reviews on Rentmasseur just fine. Senator Lindsey Graham

I was falling in love with a provider once. When his birthday came, I offered to take him out to lunch. He quickly said oh, no, just bring some sushi and a bottle of wine and we can have it here. A perfect way to gently bring me back to reality. I wasn't his friend. He wasn't going to spend free time with me. He didn't want to be seen in public with me. We could have an enjoyable time "on the clock" on my dime. Fair enough. It is exactly what the provider relationship is and should be. Years later I still see him monthly. And I have another boy I see monthly. We are loving and tender during my appointments. I tell both of them I love both of them. They know each other, and are OK with humoring me. I feel loved, and neither of them are afraid that I will go off half-cocked (pardon the pun) because they know I am compartmentalizing my fantasies two weeks at a time. Works for me. Now, one of them is moving out of state. I full well know I will need to find another unavailable boy to keep my irrational exuberance in check. Fantasies are wonderful as long as you remember that is just what they are. Fantasies.

Thirty-plus years ago I had a work colleague who always kept a $100 bill in his wallet. He was originally from Brooklyn, and he said it was in case he was robbed, and if he had less than $100, they would kill him.

The old "rule" is never mix business with sex. I would add to that, never mix sex business with another business. Rife for misunderstandings all the way around.

When I lived in the Middle East, "Pay me whatever you want" was a common practice, whether you were buying shoes or ---. There, I think it came out of the typical practice of bargaining for everything. Most westerners may not know it, but bargaining only works if both the seller and the buyer know the "correct" price, and are going through this dance to get a little more money or pay a little less money. But only a little. Trying to really underpay is a huge insult and really overpaying, you are taken for a fool. Here in the US I have had people (often originating from a culture where bargaining is common) say "Pay me whatever you want". If it happens before the service takes place, I just walk away. Its a formula for bad feelings all around. For bodyworker services, I have only had one instance where he provided more extra services than I asked for or wanted. As I was counting out the agreed on fee, he started to ask for extra, just as I was taking the extra out of my wallet. He saw that I was doing it without asking, and smiled. I crossed him off my list and never went back.

My husband was diagnosed with sleep apnea and came home from the doctor with the machine. He took one look at it and said he’d never use it. “Anyway, you go to bed feeling fine, and you just don’t wake up in the morning. What’s the matter with that? Sign me up.

I can't seem to figure out how to post this article, but if you google: Greek Love Through the Ages > The Near East and North Africa > Other Near Eastern Lands > Boys for Sale > The Arab Near East you will find it. It's worth a read. And just to update this article a little, in 2019 I visited Dubai and Abu Dhabi for a week. When my driver brought me to my very first class "American" 65 story hotel, I was immediately greeted by what we might call a hotel concierge who took me to the front desk and "to be sure all was in order". He was way too friendly and obviously had figured me out right away. I was hardly in my room ten minutes when there was a knock on my door, and I opened to a smiling Hamza, who let himself in "to be sure I was comfortable". I must admit I was a little nervous because he was obviously a hotel employee, but having previously lived in the Middle East for a couple of years, I knew that in a country where women and girls are segregated from men and boys, well, boys will be boys. Further, In Dubai, 90% of the 3 M population are immigrant workers. And by comparison, they are very poor and we are very rich. Hamza was a 20 year old Pakistani, who had been working in Dubai for three years, to earn enough money to go back to Pakistan and find a wife and get married. Like every immigrant worker I met there, he was going home "next year" when he had enough money saved. And I had a wonderful week adding money to his kitty. Clearly everyone in the food chain knows what is going on, everyone gets a piece of the action, and no one acknowledges the camel in the living room. Just keep your wits about you, treat them very nicely, and opportunities abound. Greek Love Through the Ages.doc

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I love the verbal interactions with young guys...learning what interests them, what their take on life is, and after a number of visits, maybe being asked for my take on things. Young people bring energy, new ideas and opinions, current culture, and hot sex; old guys bring life experience, perspective, knowledge, and cash. At its best, works for everybody.

There's an old saying..."when something is absolutely prohibited, it is absolutely available". And from my experience, that is absolutely true of gay sex in the UAE. Dubai is the second busiest airport in the world; in 2022, there were 87 million on/off boardings at Dubai airport and over 17 million overnight stays in Dubai. Abu Dhabi is somewhat less but still substantial. And as we all know, gay hotel staff and airline crew are legion, and they are all single immigrants. In addition there is the Emerati population, and among moslems, limited mixing of the sexes in public. Do the math. Having lived and worked in a moslem country, they do not pay any more attention to their priests and government that we do. Gay men are traveling to Dubai from all over the moslem world for sex. You just have to act reasonably discrete in public. It's not that hard. While I have been fully out of the closet for decades, I am not pawing guys on the sidewalk, except in San Francisco's Castro, Palm Springs, P-Town, Key West, Mardi Gras in New Orleans, etc.

When I was in my early 20's I was traveling around the world with backpack and sandles, and seriously cock-hunting. One day, I was in Hong Kong waiting for the Star Ferry, and up he walked. He engaged me in conversation, and it turned out he was a local Chinese boy and had just graduated from high school. We went out to lunch together, and at some point he asked me if I had ever had sex with another boy. I never said YES so quickly. He spent the next three nights in my bed at the YMCA in Kowloon, which is actually a very nice hotel with views of the Harbor. At some point we were joined by a gay classmate of his. We three went to the private beach that belonged to his Catholic high school, and his friend photographed the two of us fucking in the showers. I don't know where one got porn photos developed in HK, but they obviously did. We spent our days being tourist and shopping and our nights fucking. After three days he moved out of his parent's house to rent himself a room at the Y. Alas I was flying out to meet my parents in Hawaii (that's another story) so we parted, me now a confirmed rice queen. I promised to keep in touch, but of course didn't. But I will never forget being fucked so mercilessly, and quickly became a confirmed bottom as well.