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I usually follow up with a thank you text, especially if it is someone I would like to see again. As for the duds i sometimes unfortunately meet, i just chalk it up to "tuition" and put a note next to their number in case they text/call me back for a second appointment.

I’m going to my friend’s place on CPW to watch the Macy’s float:-) one can see Snoopy floating past her living room. I will be making a baked pear and pomegranate salad.

I’m going to my friend’s place on CPW to watch the Macy’s float:-) one can see Snoopy floating past her living room. I will be making a baked pear and pomegranate salad.

I’m going to my friend’s place on CPW to watch the Macy’s float:-) one can see Snoopy floating past her living room. I will be making a baked pear and pomegranate salad.

I’m going to my friend’s place on CPW to watch the Macy’s float:-) one can see Snoopy floating past her living room. I will be making a baked pear and pomegranate salad.

I’m going to my friend’s place on CPW to watch the Macy’s float:-) one can see Snoopy floating past her living room. I will be making a baked pear and pomegranate salad.

Hi Cooper, I loved the show. It was fantastic. Michael Urie is so great at playing physical roles. I also saw him recently in Government Inspector and loved it as well.
I went gaga for Michael Rosen - he looked amazing in those tight briefs... wish there were an escort that looked like him

Looking forward to seeing it this afternoon !

Review: A ‘Torch Song’ Burning With Emotion Behind the Laughs
TORCH SONG
 
By BEN BRANTLEY OCT. 19, 2017
 

Two couples figuring things out: Roxanna Hope Radja and Ward Horton, and Michael Urie and Michael Rosen in “Torch Song.”
 
When Michael Urie and Mercedes Ruehl start to cut each other’s hearts out in the second act of Harvey Fierstein’s “Torch Song,” your responses are likely to be deeply divided. “Stop that right now!” you think. Because what they’re doing feels too painful, too private and quite possibly too close to your own home for public consumption.
 
But another part of you is flushed with the thrill that comes from watching two ideally matched performers, at the top of their games, demonstrating the unholy power of flesh and blood to wound its own. Portraying a New York drag queen and his mother visiting from Miami, Mr. Urie and Ms. Ruehl make a strong case for a fiercely tugged umbilical cord as the ultimate weapon of destruction.
 
Not bad for a three-decades-old comedy that would seemed to have passed its sell-by date years ago.
“Torch Song,” which opened at the Tony Kiser Theater on Thursday night in a Second Stage Theater production, is a two-act, trimmed-down version of “Torch Song Trilogy.” That’s the original four-hour portrait of the tribulations of a flamboyantly emotional gay man that captivated mainstream theatergoers when it opened on Broadway in 1982.

It also picked up two Tonys for Mr. Fierstein — hitherto best known for his cross-dressing turns on the margins of Off Broadway — for best play and best actor, and established him as the rare openly gay performer and writer whom even Mom and Dad from the suburbs might enjoy without tsoris. (It was the basis for a less successful .) It could be argued that without Mr. Fierstein there would be no “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy,” “Will & Grace” or “Modern Family” on television.
 
Still, breakthrough works that make uneasy subjects feel comfortable often seem quaint in retrospect. Certainly, that was my impression when I saw a 2012 staging of “Torch Song” in London, at the Menier Chocolate Factory. With its high sentimentality quotient and wisecracking briskness, it came across as an honorable, gender-tweaking variation on Neil Simon’s classic cash-cow comedies of urban Jewish anxiety.

Yet this latest incarnation of “Torch Song,” directed by Moisés Kaufman, finds an irresistibly compelling gravity beneath the glibness. Best known for staging lyrical but earnest topical dramas (“The Laramie Project,” “Gross Indecency,” “Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo”), Mr. Kaufman turns out to be just the man for eliciting the sting within the soap bubbles of “Torch Song.”
 
Even more important, without overdoing the tremolo, Mr. Kaufman and Mr. Urie make sure we see the vital links between camp comic postures and the genuine fear and pain that lie beneath. Defiantly quipping bravado is a suit of armor for Arnold Beckoff, the show’s leading man (and occasional lady).
 
That carapace has served him well. But sometimes it pinches. And as Arnold, Mr. Urie, who has become one of our most inspired physical comedians, digs deeper here to let us feel exactly where it hurts.
 
When we meet Ms. Ruehl as his mother (call her Ma) in the play’s second act, we experience the shock of recognition that occurs when longtime friends introduce us to their parents. “Oh,” we think, “so that’s where it comes from.” Embodied with carefully harnessed restraint by Ms. Ruehl, whose expert comic timing matches Mr. Urie’s, Ma loves her Arnold as only a mother can.
 
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Fighting words: Michael Urie as Arnold and Mercedes Ruehl as his mother in “Torch Song.”CreditSara Krulwich/The New York Times
That’s especially true for a mother who sees her own image in her grown child as clearly as this one does. Which makes the differences between them — in this case, the little matter of Arnold’s being gay — take on the openhanded smack of betrayal.
 
The hour or so of entertainment that precedes this encounter is perfectly pleasant. It features one of the funniest simulated sex scenes ever (performed solo by Mr. Urie), not to mention some peerless aperçus. “A drag queen’s like an oil painting,” Arnold tells the audience. “You gotta stand back from it to get the full effect.”
 
Of course, what Mr. Urie does is let us see the brush strokes that went into this frame-worthy creation. And he shows Arnold’s ambivalence about letting others perceive the genuine fragility that he caricatures. This two-sided self-exposure is especially evident in his relationship with Ed (Ward Horton), a self-defined heterosexual with a taste for dalliance in the back rooms of gay bars.
 
It is at just such an establishment, the International Stud (a real place, and notorious in the pre-AIDS era), that Arnold meets Ed in 1974. Their passionate physical affair ends (sort of) when Ed announces he’s going to marry a woman, Laurel (Roxanna Hope Radja). Arnold, in turn, takes up with Alan (Michael Rosen), a streetwise young model and former hustler.
 
The erotic and psychological crosscurrents among this foursome occupy the play’s second part, which is its most contrived and least convincing. It’s in the extended third section that “Torch Song” reveals the tougher mettle of which it is made.
 
We are now in 1980. Arnold and Ed have been (platonically) reunited. And there’s a new guy in the picture: David (Jack DiFalco), a smart-mouthed gay teenager to whom Arnold has become a foster parent. Soon enough, Ma, fresh from Miami, arrives to assess this awkward ménage. And while Ma is as bright a joke maker as her son, there’s no question that it will end in tears.
 
Featuring astute, period-specific sets (by David Zinn) and costumes (by Clint Ramos) that summon the 1970s without winking nostalgia, this “Torch Song” has been impeccably assembled, with acting to match throughout. Mr. Horton, who wears Ed’s conflicts with a forthright air of denial, is the dream straight man (so to speak) to Mr. Urie’s flamboyant Arnold.
 
Mr. DiFalco adroitly avoids the perils of wise-child sassiness and brings a surprising and necessary flash of pain to the recollection of a gay hate crime. And Ms. Radja and Mr. Rosen make the most of what are ultimately throwaway parts.
 
But Mr. Urie and Ms. Ruehl take the show to a level of emotional truthfulness that makes objections to ungainly construction feel beside the point. Ma’s refusal to acknowledge the fact of Arnold’s homosexuality is given full validity in Ms. Ruehl’s uncompromising performance as a woman who avoids the truth by making a joke of it.
 
You know exactly where she’s coming from. And it’s that embracing spirit of understanding, grounded in a bedrock of family feeling, that comes to the surface so startlingly and movingly in this “Torch Song.”
 
Like the 2011 Broadway revival of Larry Kramer’s “The Normal Heart,” a later play about gay men that once seemed stuck in the past, Mr. Kaufman’s stirring production propels an ostensible period piece into a vibrant present. Emotions as strong as those brought to the surface here, you realize, never go out of date.

I saw it this afternoon. Great cast all around. I loved every minute of it!

I only "tip" my regulars who i see weekly on their birthdays and christmas. Usually a nice Hermes tie or a Burberry/Loro Piana sweater.

I was giving a lecture at Yale earlier this spring and i decided to go on craigslist looking for a stud(ent) to hook up with. Met up with a gorgeous irish varsity rower who has visited me several times over the past summer and coming over tomorrow for the weekend. All in exchange for a nice meal and a reasonable stipend. He claims he does not want to escort and would prefer just some "help" with his rent.

I was giving a lecture at Yale earlier this spring and i decided to go on craigslist looking for a stud(ent) to hook up with. Met up with a gorgeous irish varsity rower who has visited me several times over the past summer and coming over tomorrow for the weekend. All in exchange for a nice meal and a reasonable stipend. He claims he does not want to escort and would prefer just some "help" with his rent.

I was giving a lecture at Yale earlier this spring and i decided to go on craigslist looking for a stud(ent) to hook up with. Met up with a gorgeous irish varsity rower who has visited me several times over the past summer and coming over tomorrow for the weekend. All in exchange for a nice meal and a reasonable stipend. He claims he does not want to escort and would prefer just some "help" with his rent.

Like these guys?
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I was giving a lecture at Yale earlier this spring and i decided to go on craigslist looking for a stud(ent) to hook up with. Met up with a gorgeous irish varsity rower who has visited me several times over the past summer and coming over tomorrow for the weekend. All in exchange for a nice meal and a reasonable stipend. He claims he does not want to escort and would prefer just some "help" with his rent.

I was giving a lecture at Yale earlier this spring and i decided to go on craigslist looking for a stud(ent) to hook up with. Met up with a gorgeous irish varsity rower who has visited me several times over the past summer and coming over tomorrow for the weekend. All in exchange for a nice meal and a reasonable stipend. He claims he does not want to escort and would prefer just some "help" with his rent.

I was giving a lecture at Yale earlier this spring and i decided to go on craigslist looking for a stud(ent) to hook up with. Met up with a gorgeous irish varsity rower who has visited me several times over the past summer and coming over tomorrow for the weekend. All in exchange for a nice meal and a reasonable stipend. He claims he does not want to escort and would prefer just some "help" with his rent.

I was giving a lecture at Yale earlier this spring and i decided to go on craigslist looking for a stud(ent) to hook up with. Met up with a gorgeous irish varsity rower who has visited me several times over the past summer and coming over tomorrow for the weekend. All in exchange for a nice meal and a reasonable stipend. He claims he does not want to escort and would prefer just some "help" with his rent.

I only "tip" my regulars who i see weekly on their birthdays and christmas. Usually a nice Hermes tie or a Burberry/Loro Piana sweater.

Being a SD requires deep pockets for wooing the sugar baby: clothes, exotic trips, restaurants. After doing it for 3 years and having successfully sent off the graduate to another state, i think i much prefer the hourly appointments where the only expectation is companionship/sex. I can't tell you how many fancy jockstraps, Hermes ties and Burberry sweaters i've bought over the years for the sugar baby (as gifts beyond his stipend). My current escort sees me twice a week. We never discusssed it, but he does expect me to see him regularly as we always book his time for the next appointment when leaving or he texts me at the beginning of each week to check my availability. It's a win win situation. I don't know if he sees others but his ad isn't up but he can have a few regulars maybe. He gets regular dependable work from me and i get the benefit of his generosity with his time (he doesn't watch clock) without the expected outlay of fancy dinners (although we go out, it's not always a 3 or 4 star restaurant) and expensive trips.

Just perusing RM this beautiful morning and came across this new visitor: https://rentmen.com/NatanEzra
 
Has anyone met him? 260 is a lot for a "massage" Thanks!

Being a SD requires deep pockets for wooing the sugar baby: clothes, exotic trips, restaurants. After doing it for 3 years and having successfully sent off the graduate to another state, i think i much prefer the hourly appointments where the only expectation is companionship/sex. I can't tell you how many fancy jockstraps, Hermes ties and Burberry sweaters i've bought over the years for the sugar baby (as gifts beyond his stipend). My current escort sees me twice a week. We never discusssed it, but he does expect me to see him regularly as we always book his time for the next appointment when leaving or he texts me at the beginning of each week to check my availability. It's a win win situation. I don't know if he sees others but his ad isn't up but he can have a few regulars maybe. He gets regular dependable work from me and i get the benefit of his generosity with his time (he doesn't watch clock) without the expected outlay of fancy dinners (although we go out, it's not always a 3 or 4 star restaurant) and expensive trips.

Being a SD requires deep pockets for wooing the sugar baby: clothes, exotic trips, restaurants. After doing it for 3 years and having successfully sent off the graduate to another state, i think i much prefer the hourly appointments where the only expectation is companionship/sex. I can't tell you how many fancy jockstraps, Hermes ties and Burberry sweaters i've bought over the years for the sugar baby (as gifts beyond his stipend). My current escort sees me twice a week. We never discusssed it, but he does expect me to see him regularly as we always book his time for the next appointment when leaving or he texts me at the beginning of each week to check my availability. It's a win win situation. I don't know if he sees others but his ad isn't up but he can have a few regulars maybe. He gets regular dependable work from me and i get the benefit of his generosity with his time (he doesn't watch clock) without the expected outlay of fancy dinners (although we go out, it's not always a 3 or 4 star restaurant) and expensive trips.

Being a SD requires deep pockets for wooing the sugar baby: clothes, exotic trips, restaurants. After doing it for 3 years and having successfully sent off the graduate to another state, i think i much prefer the hourly appointments where the only expectation is companionship/sex. I can't tell you how many fancy jockstraps, Hermes ties and Burberry sweaters i've bought over the years for the sugar baby (as gifts beyond his stipend). My current escort sees me twice a week. We never discusssed it, but he does expect me to see him regularly as we always book his time for the next appointment when leaving or he texts me at the beginning of each week to check my availability. It's a win win situation. I don't know if he sees others but his ad isn't up but he can have a few regulars maybe. He gets regular dependable work from me and i get the benefit of his generosity with his time (he doesn't watch clock) without the expected outlay of fancy dinners (although we go out, it's not always a 3 or 4 star restaurant) and expensive trips.