tedbear

Boy, it's nice to be able to agree with the Baron for a change.
 
I can't comment on "Sugar Daddy" per se, but I can comment on "Sugar Friend."
 
Another word that I don't like that hits the same idea is "polyamory."
 
Or arguably, another word that describes the same thing is dysfunction, but if so I have set up some pretty enduring dysfunctional relationships with clients.
 
I've had and have a number of clients that I've known for, in a number of cases, over a decade. The boundaries between "client" and "friend" and "on the clock" and "off the clock" are fluid in that all of them at one point or another have crossed the line, all in different ways. It sounds like self-serving bullshit, but I can say some of my best friends are clients, just like I know teachers and business people and other professionals who can say some of their best friends are colleagues. In some cases the paid relationship morphed into simply friendships, in other cases it endures as "paid" relatioships with dollars and strings attached, at least most of the time.
 
The "Sugar Daddy" model is tried and true throughout the ages and the downsides are the ones Baron points to. In particular, it is likely to have a relatively short shelf life. "Sugar Friend" is a different thing, and I think one main difference is that it allows both parties way more psychological (not to mention physical) space in the context of a sort of committed relationship, although the commitment is never formalized in any way. That's actually probably a good thing too, because the commitment to continue being "friends with benefits" is basically as good as the relationship itself, which I think is as it should be.
 
It also probably helps that I'm a bit over the hill and my clients are even more mature than I am. Yeah, it sucks to get older. But guess what? In youth and beauty, wisdom is rare.

Hence the spike in demand and our poor Woofer having to wait for his foray. I say this is a crime!

As a versatile guy, I believe that a bottom is in a position of strength in that he gives up power and can take control any time he wishes. In that way, bottoms can only feel inferior if they let themselves feel that way.

Oooh boy, look's like some dormant issues are cropping up. Well, opportunities for self-growth are certainly commencing! A selection of my inner dialogue about bottoming:
 
"Why are bottoms seen as lesser than?"
"Why do people assume I'm a bottom? Because I'm not masculine enough? I'm not enough of a man?"
"Why are tops supposed to be the "real man" in the equation, what the fuck is up with that?"
"Why is it assumed that guys with small (read: average) dicks should be the bottoms? Guys with average dicks can't fuck or what?"
 
I oppose these thoughts with:
"I choose to let a guy fuck me because I like getting railed and love the intimacy of having him inside me. I am in control."
"It takes a real man to take it like a man from another man."
 
Uh yeah... Hmmm. Self development opportunities abound.

Oooh Wolfer,
As a bi guy who just got bi, I had no idea of the DEEP satisfaction derived from giving your ass to a man. I feel so loved when the top tenderly prepares and takes me. It can be pure, active, intense pleasure both taken and given. If you like giving a man head (and I do), you may really love bottoming (as I do). I hope you will and that you will share it with us. We all have your back. ... .so to speak!

You guys, you guys, ooooh my gosh. So I went back to the beefy latino. Mmmm hmm. The things he does to me just make me act like such a bottom. He just pushes all the right buttons with me.
Must've been funny, me saying I'm a top and then lie there moaning and groaning with my ass up in the air and him dry humping me, hahahaha. Phwuah, once I'm all healed up I think I might take the plunge... I mean, let him plunge into me.
I'm scared, exhilirated and excited.

http://starecat.com/content/wp-content/uploads/all-you-need-is-love-yoda-love-is-all-you-need.jpg
 
 
Kevin Slater

Kids today think Fleetwood Mac is a vintage computer.
 
Kevin Slater

I posted this in another thread about a month ago. I'm reposting it here in this thread now because
 
#1. I know this sounds stupid. But at the time I posted it, it wasn't a Friday. And I didn't realize you didn't have to wait for Friday to post things in this thread.
#2. My thread was only looked at by 71 people. So I figured there might be some people who routinely look at this thread and might enjoy it who never looked at my original thread.
#3. I've watched it over 10 times at this point, and it still makes me smile.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2puwRopD8E
 
Gman

Some of these forum posters can really get me down! :(
 

 
TruHart1

http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001839551/honest-birther-46638443013_xlarge.jpeg

... Masturbate
 
They cum just by knowing you guys worship them like this.

Chuck and his dummy Bob. The ventriloquist's real name is Jay Johnson.
 
http://tvseriesfinale.com/assets/soap48a.jpg
 
 
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jay_Johnson_(ventriloquist)
 
Gman

Soap stands out for me as a show I really liked when I was very young too. I think both Soap and Golden Girls dealt with sex and especially sexual repression very openly for their time, with a sense of humor. As a repressed little gay boy I could really relate to that.
 
As for Susan Harris's depiction of gays...I was thankful she acknowledged we existed at all, pretty much no one else on prime time did.

Oh, I should add that even though I knew I was gay and I loved this show, I didn't so much care about the Jodie Dallas character. The best part of this show was the character Jessica Tate, played by Katherine Helmond. Very funny and very touching at the same time.
 
And, since this is a place where muscle men are frequently admired, let's not forget the hunkiest character on the show, Dutch, played by Donnelly Rhodes.
 
http://www.sitcomsonline.com/photopost/data/739/dr1.JPG

It had one of the first openly gay characters Billy Crystal as Jodie Dallas. He was really stereotypical to begin with. But then after several seasons had relationships with women while maintaining he was gay. So not the best depiction. But a depiction. I was 16 when it came on. I don't think I knew I was gay at that point. I may have had some suspicions -it's so difficult to remember what I thought 38 years ago. When this first came on, I hadn't even masturbated yet. That milestone occurred later in the school year.
 
Ted Wass who plays his brother Danny Dallas was really handsome. And so was Robert Urich who played Peter Campbell. For some reason I really liked watching them.
 
Here is the first episode. I still found it funny.
 
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-jNYSHrkD4
 
 
Gman

It's the same people who brought you Golden Girls. I loved Soap, but not Golden Girls.
 
Kevin Slater

I was also one of those that was skeptical of the child porn accusation. I'm willing to admit I'm wrong and he appears totally guilty. Hope he gets the maximum sentence.
 
I don't have a lot of patience for people that are into kids. Get him off the streets and into some place that can help him.

When I was about 12 years old I was in a movie theater on as Saturday afternoon, very few people there, I was in an end seat of about 4 seats in the row
with no other people around when an old man came and sat in the seat next to me but I did not think much about it at the time. Before long his
hand is on my dick, rubbing it but I was not old enough to be aroused much but I did know that it felt really good. After a while I got up and left.
Fast forward, to 15 years old, sexually mature now, jacking off all the time and still remembering how good it felt to have my dick felt of. I was in another
movie, many people around and got up to go to the bathroom. In the very last side row of 4 seats right by the entrance to the lobby there sat a good
looking guy,probably late twenties, and he really cruised me as I walked by. But as shy as I was, I got up the courage to come back in and sit in the
vacant seat beside him (no one else in the row). He soon crossed his left leg and let it rest in my right knee and started moving it around the rubbing
my leg with his hand. When the movie was over, outside, we talked. He was from a small town near by and came into our town about 2 times a month
and rented a cheap hotel room for the weekend. He asked me to come to his room and I did. WOW !!! This guy taught me all about gay sex. He had
a very large thick cut dick and wanted to fuck me but I would not let him. But he was very oral with him mouth and tongue, taught me about deep kissing
at which he was great but I would not suck him at first. (I still think about that dick and wish I had it now)
I gave him my phone number, he would come to town once or twice a month and we would meet. It was some of the best sex I have ever had.

MY HS coaches looked like the Dad on The Wonder Years lol NO fantasy there. BUT Mr. P a fresh out of college Mark Harmon look-alike math teacher was ALSO the boys track team coach. They met Thursdays same day as Glee Club (I know) and we rehearsed in the gym and I noticed 20 mins after all the boys would come out to leave after showering HE would come out with that tell-tale wet hair so he obvs would wait until they showered first. (our locker room was off the gym and had individual showers not prison style, like 8 cubicles in a row) I tried once or twice to time using the bathrrom in the locker room to catch a sight of him but failed. The last day before Thanksgiving break I timed it JUST right he was IN the shower. I must have taken out and put back in my dirty gym clothes from a locker a dozen times stalling until he came out, but I got to see him. (from afar) I remember being shocked at how hairy his chest and stomach was, and how small and hard his ass was. And he had great feet too. His dick was a lot smaller than I thought a dick on a grown man would be but I didn't care lol. Spent the rest of that year of Freshman Math staring at him up at the blackbaord with THAT picture in my head and DO remember getting hard under my desk.

Don't Argue with a Troll[/b]...They are very set in
>their ways, They get very angry very fast. When they get
>angry they play. on.
 
I once hung around a forum for Macintosh users which had more than it's share of trolls. We found arguing or even replying to them only made them worse. Someone finally suggested we just change the subject. So, it was announced that whenever someone began flaming, someone should just begin discussing pizza.
 
It was incredibly effective, however it confused the holy heck out of anyone who was in on the joke. ;-)

What I remember with fondness about Peter Lupus was his Playgirl centerfold! He was blessed with quite an impressive endowment and most of it was visible in that layout, enough so that it was the object of very serious and repeat studies during my (since I had not yet moved out of my folks home yet) private time!;)
 
Lupus (as a bodybuilder) was especially attractive to me on Mission Impossible, but I also thought Greg Morris and Peter Graves were very attractive too!
 
TruHart1

I am a great subject for a shrink's couch. As soon as my parents and grandmother started leaving me alone in the house (pretty early in elementary school), they were not gone five minutes till I raced to my grandmother's closet and tried on her clothes and looked in the mirror. I had no idea what was happening when my dick started getting hard in womens' clothes. As a typical 20th century closet guy I spent the rest of my childhood mastering the art of being macho and I never went back to the lingerie. Jock straps became my next clothing fetish. By the time I was in middle school, I found a way into the locker rooms after hours and would try to open every locker till I could find a jock strap to steal. The football star's mother hung clothes on an old clothes line to dry and I stole his jock once from that line. That was my prized possession.
 
You know, if kids had just accepted people for what they are, like my kids' generation does today, people would have found love and happiness and not had to find substitutes like jockstraps.
 
One other thing. When I was starting out in Chicago after college, I knew an older gay guy who worked on the Sears Catalogue. One of his jobs was to make sure "buldges" were absent from pants ads. In retrospect, maybe Sears stock would be higher if they had airbrushed them in, instead?