jerryskater

So, an update. I had already mentioned that Navy Twin will be getting married this Fall. Last evening Older Brother broke the news that he and his girlfriend are engaged, with tentative plans to marry next summer. And what's more they plan to find an apartment and move in together soon. That means that once again I'll be an empty-nester. He added, "Why don't you invite (boyfriend) to move in?" And this morning, DePaul Twin, having gotten the news, texted me basically the same thing. I think they're worried about me being alone with my current challenges-- or they just want us to be together.
To be frank, I'd been thinking that once the boys were gone from the house (I doubt any of them will truly live here again) we'd be able to explore next steps. But now I think it would be crazy not to. I'll keep you posted.

Looking forward to the 411 from our friends in Montreal.

It's almost 2 full months since new owners took over at Campus.  The only change visible from afar is the new website (https://campusmtl.com/) which is not, in fact very new, since it appeared almost the same time as the ownership change -- and, bad as the old website was, this is even worse (a drinks menu without prices, no dancer pictures, ...).  So I ask those of you on the ground in Montreal:  what has changed at Campus in the past 2 months?  Decor?  Private dance booths?  Dancers appearing on stage during the week or before 10-11 pm?  Inquiring minds want to know.
[Normally the items in blue would have been hyperlinks to posts in this forum dealing with the subjects in question, but I still don't have the "insert hyperlink" chain link in my composition menu.  Apologies.]

Any idea what "BQ Garden" is?  Anybody going?

We were in Montreal July 14-18.  It was good to be back after three years.
Covid has devastated St. Catherine street.  Many stores and restaurants closed. No balls overhead and it felt funny without them like you were walking along with the roof missing.
Seemed like there were more homeless than in the past along St. Catherine.
Warning many of the banks along St. Catherine close access to their ATMs around 5PM so if you need cash get it early.
This trip we only went to Taboo.  It was pretty empty Thursday, Friday and Saturday with only about 7 twink type dancers each night.  Sunday was a nice crowd for Jerry's anniversary and maybe 12 dancers.  Even with small crowd and few dancers we still enjoyed ourselves.
Some of the dancer's:
Rodrigo - Great body. ABs like steel.  Not very interactive in private.
Emilio - Nice personality good in private.
Candle  - Hot. Good in private. I wanted to do more than my usual two dances. Might try to arrange a meeting next time.
Stevie - Tall. Nice body. Nice cock. Very long hair.  Lots of energy.  Fun to talk to and good in back if you can ignore the very long hair.  Also might try to arrange a meeting next time.
Damian - Very tall and slim.  OK in private but somehow I really felt the transactional aspect more with him.
We did not hire this time around.
Two nice dinners each at Carte Blanche (on Ontario and Wolfe) which offers Table d’Hote for $61 Cdn and is a bring your own wine and Toro Rosso on St. Catherine.
All in all if you like Montreal as we do then go but it's certainly not booming.

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol
I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”
Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀
BBD 

I’m 52, and I’ve being going grey/silver since I was a teenager. That’s always given me at least the visual appearance of looking older. My first experiences were with guys my age, or a bit older. I was never hung up on age - it has always been about the attributes for me. If a gent tics my boxes, his age isn’t an issue.
I will say that in this hobby, the vast majority of gents I’ve engaged have been younger than me in the say 25 to 45 bracket. I’m sure part of that, (the younger ones), is down to them reminding me of someone from my past I lusted over from afar lol 
The youngest gent I engaged from this hobby was a 20 yo in London, the oldest was a 58 yo in NYC. Both were many years ago, both ticked my boxes, and both were thoroughly enjoyable. 
As far as the whole “daddy” thing goes - I remember the first time a guy called me that mid-congress. It was a Greek fellow I was dating, only about 8 years younger, getting his doctorate in physical therapy. Thickly muscled, hairy, olive complexion, and as I remember, the softest skin. He was a bit shorter than me at 5’7”, but we made it work. He was the first to call me “daddy” - and I was mortified! “Does he think I’m really old enough to be his dad? I’m only 34!” 😂 But in the intervening decades, I’ve more or less embraced being looked at, and referred to as a daddy. As @HotWhiteThirties noted, daddies are in vogue, so I’m finally on trend!
I really don’t think there’s anything as “too old” at least in this aspect of life (in others, yes). If the captain has a sea worthy vessel, sail it! 

I tip my hat to all you fellows 10, 20, 30 years older that are still active, and enjoying this aspect of life. I hope to follow in your footsteps, knock wood! 

At the end of the day, each of us like what we like - both in this hobby, and IRL. You like twink, you like muscle; you like smooth, you like bear; you like shorter, you like taller; you like preppy white guys, you like other ethnic guys; you like older, you like younger; ad infinitum. Like what you like, and just enjoy it! As my dear old Nan used to remark, life is too hard, and too short to not be happy. I try to live my life with this as my guide. No judgments, no second guessing, no regrets. 
 
BBD 

Got the vaccine in Montreal on a Thursday afternoon by Friday my thighs were very, very weak to the point of almost falling.  My husband and taxi driver had to help me into a taxi to get me back to the hotel.  Weakness and soreness continued till Sunday although getting better each day.  My husband got the vaccine the same day and his legs were sore but not severe. Perhaps my advanced age contributed to the reaction.
Spoke to several dancers at Taboo who told be they had sore thighs but nothing severe.

Got the vaccine in Montreal on a Thursday afternoon by Friday my thighs were very, very weak to the point of almost falling.  My husband and taxi driver had to help me into a taxi to get me back to the hotel.  Weakness and soreness continued till Sunday although getting better each day.  My husband got the vaccine the same day and his legs were sore but not severe. Perhaps my advanced age contributed to the reaction.
Spoke to several dancers at Taboo who told be they had sore thighs but nothing severe.

We were in Montreal July 14-18.  It was good to be back after three years.
Covid has devastated St. Catherine street.  Many stores and restaurants closed. No balls overhead and it felt funny without them like you were walking along with the roof missing.
Seemed like there were more homeless than in the past along St. Catherine.
Warning many of the banks along St. Catherine close access to their ATMs around 5PM so if you need cash get it early.
This trip we only went to Taboo.  It was pretty empty Thursday, Friday and Saturday with only about 7 twink type dancers each night.  Sunday was a nice crowd for Jerry's anniversary and maybe 12 dancers.  Even with small crowd and few dancers we still enjoyed ourselves.
Some of the dancer's:
Rodrigo - Great body. ABs like steel.  Not very interactive in private.
Emilio - Nice personality good in private.
Candle  - Hot. Good in private. I wanted to do more than my usual two dances. Might try to arrange a meeting next time.
Stevie - Tall. Nice body. Nice cock. Very long hair.  Lots of energy.  Fun to talk to and good in back if you can ignore the very long hair.  Also might try to arrange a meeting next time.
Damian - Very tall and slim.  OK in private but somehow I really felt the transactional aspect more with him.
We did not hire this time around.
Two nice dinners each at Carte Blanche (on Ontario and Wolfe) which offers Table d’Hote for $61 Cdn and is a bring your own wine and Toro Rosso on St. Catherine.
All in all if you like Montreal as we do then go but it's certainly not booming.

Forgot to add that none of the dancers at Taboo do their second dance fully nude.  Some show their dicks but some don't.

We were in Montreal July 14-18.  It was good to be back after three years.
Covid has devastated St. Catherine street.  Many stores and restaurants closed. No balls overhead and it felt funny without them like you were walking along with the roof missing.
Seemed like there were more homeless than in the past along St. Catherine.
Warning many of the banks along St. Catherine close access to their ATMs around 5PM so if you need cash get it early.
This trip we only went to Taboo.  It was pretty empty Thursday, Friday and Saturday with only about 7 twink type dancers each night.  Sunday was a nice crowd for Jerry's anniversary and maybe 12 dancers.  Even with small crowd and few dancers we still enjoyed ourselves.
Some of the dancer's:
Rodrigo - Great body. ABs like steel.  Not very interactive in private.
Emilio - Nice personality good in private.
Candle  - Hot. Good in private. I wanted to do more than my usual two dances. Might try to arrange a meeting next time.
Stevie - Tall. Nice body. Nice cock. Very long hair.  Lots of energy.  Fun to talk to and good in back if you can ignore the very long hair.  Also might try to arrange a meeting next time.
Damian - Very tall and slim.  OK in private but somehow I really felt the transactional aspect more with him.
We did not hire this time around.
Two nice dinners each at Carte Blanche (on Ontario and Wolfe) which offers Table d’Hote for $61 Cdn and is a bring your own wine and Toro Rosso on St. Catherine.
All in all if you like Montreal as we do then go but it's certainly not booming.

Finally reading this, love it so far

 

Finished and loved Shuggie Bain so very very very much.
 
Now reading....

 

Yes the views are still great.  And you can see the shows in the park when they have them.

We stayed at the Hyatt Place (former Gouveneur ) this weekend.  The renovation is not completely finished.  Thursday and Friday they were still delivering large boxes of furniture and fixtures causing the street in front of the hotel to be closed.  Taxis could not pick up or drop off in front. One part of the lobby is not finished.
The overall décor is modern and I found it cold but not unpleasant.  The mezzanine is very nice.  Excellent free computers and printer so it was a snap to check in with the airline and print boarding passes. 
The breakfast area is the same as the old Gouveneur.  Buffet breakfast is good with lots of options and free.
We had booked a king bed on a high floor.  The room was unfinished. Closet unfinished, no safe.  Requested a change of room.  Got a two queen bed on the 20th floor.  It was good.  Certainly much better than the Gouveneur when it was on its last legs.
At check in requested daily service so we could get fresh towels daily.  Service was very good.
Design flaws:
Light in the bathroom is around the mirror and it is impossible to see to shave. If the designer is male  he should be forced to try to shave in it and if female should be forced to try to but on makeup. The handle that turns on the shower regulates both the flow and the hot water so when you get in you need to stay out of the way until you can turn the handle to warm.  Water pressure is very good. The safe is set so low in the closet you have to get down on you knees the access it. Door to the closet and bathroom is a sliding door and you need to be careful that when your coming out of the bathroom you don't slide the door into you partner who is accessing the closet. I booked the room using a Visa card that charged a foreign transaction and wanted to change it.  Stupid me. I asked at reception 3 different times and 3 different people told me "come to reception when you check out and we'll change it".  Morning of check out I went to reception and the bill was charged overnight to the original card.  They did issue a credit to that card and I paid with the new.  We'll see how that works out.
I know, long story.  The good out weighs the flaws and being hopeless romantics my husband having many memories there and will stay there again in August - Covid willing.
 

We stayed at the Hyatt Place (former Gouveneur ) this weekend.  The renovation is not completely finished.  Thursday and Friday they were still delivering large boxes of furniture and fixtures causing the street in front of the hotel to be closed.  Taxis could not pick up or drop off in front. One part of the lobby is not finished.
The overall décor is modern and I found it cold but not unpleasant.  The mezzanine is very nice.  Excellent free computers and printer so it was a snap to check in with the airline and print boarding passes. 
The breakfast area is the same as the old Gouveneur.  Buffet breakfast is good with lots of options and free.
We had booked a king bed on a high floor.  The room was unfinished. Closet unfinished, no safe.  Requested a change of room.  Got a two queen bed on the 20th floor.  It was good.  Certainly much better than the Gouveneur when it was on its last legs.
At check in requested daily service so we could get fresh towels daily.  Service was very good.
Design flaws:
Light in the bathroom is around the mirror and it is impossible to see to shave. If the designer is male  he should be forced to try to shave in it and if female should be forced to try to but on makeup. The handle that turns on the shower regulates both the flow and the hot water so when you get in you need to stay out of the way until you can turn the handle to warm.  Water pressure is very good. The safe is set so low in the closet you have to get down on you knees the access it. Door to the closet and bathroom is a sliding door and you need to be careful that when your coming out of the bathroom you don't slide the door into you partner who is accessing the closet. I booked the room using a Visa card that charged a foreign transaction and wanted to change it.  Stupid me. I asked at reception 3 different times and 3 different people told me "come to reception when you check out and we'll change it".  Morning of check out I went to reception and the bill was charged overnight to the original card.  They did issue a credit to that card and I paid with the new.  We'll see how that works out.
I know, long story.  The good out weighs the flaws and being hopeless romantics my husband having many memories there and will stay there again in August - Covid willing.
 

Thanks to all members who keep us up-to-date on monkeypox with links to articles, etc.  I really appreciate your efforts.
My husband and I arrived in Montreal the afternoon of July 14.  After checking in at the Hyatt Place we walked the few blocks to the clinic arriving about 3PM with no appointment.  The intake process took maybe 15 minutes and there was no problem that we were from the U.S.  We got the shot and waited the mandatory 15 minutes.  All in all about a 40 minute visit.
I did have a rather severe reaction the next day.  Soreness and fatigue in my thighs while out sightseeing that was so severe I was in danger of falling down.  My husband and the taxi driver had to help me into the taxi.
The fatigue lessened every day but my legs were still pretty weak until July 18 when I was feeling pretty much OK.
I'm attributing this reaction to my age.  I'm going to ask my GP about it when I see him Friday.

We stayed at the Hyatt Place (former Gouveneur ) this weekend.  The renovation is not completely finished.  Thursday and Friday they were still delivering large boxes of furniture and fixtures causing the street in front of the hotel to be closed.  Taxis could not pick up or drop off in front. One part of the lobby is not finished.
The overall décor is modern and I found it cold but not unpleasant.  The mezzanine is very nice.  Excellent free computers and printer so it was a snap to check in with the airline and print boarding passes. 
The breakfast area is the same as the old Gouveneur.  Buffet breakfast is good with lots of options and free.
We had booked a king bed on a high floor.  The room was unfinished. Closet unfinished, no safe.  Requested a change of room.  Got a two queen bed on the 20th floor.  It was good.  Certainly much better than the Gouveneur when it was on its last legs.
At check in requested daily service so we could get fresh towels daily.  Service was very good.
Design flaws:
Light in the bathroom is around the mirror and it is impossible to see to shave. If the designer is male  he should be forced to try to shave in it and if female should be forced to try to but on makeup. The handle that turns on the shower regulates both the flow and the hot water so when you get in you need to stay out of the way until you can turn the handle to warm.  Water pressure is very good. The safe is set so low in the closet you have to get down on you knees the access it. Door to the closet and bathroom is a sliding door and you need to be careful that when your coming out of the bathroom you don't slide the door into you partner who is accessing the closet. I booked the room using a Visa card that charged a foreign transaction and wanted to change it.  Stupid me. I asked at reception 3 different times and 3 different people told me "come to reception when you check out and we'll change it".  Morning of check out I went to reception and the bill was charged overnight to the original card.  They did issue a credit to that card and I paid with the new.  We'll see how that works out.
I know, long story.  The good out weighs the flaws and being hopeless romantics my husband having many memories there and will stay there again in August - Covid willing.
 

Thanks to all members who keep us up-to-date on monkeypox with links to articles, etc.  I really appreciate your efforts.
My husband and I arrived in Montreal the afternoon of July 14.  After checking in at the Hyatt Place we walked the few blocks to the clinic arriving about 3PM with no appointment.  The intake process took maybe 15 minutes and there was no problem that we were from the U.S.  We got the shot and waited the mandatory 15 minutes.  All in all about a 40 minute visit.
I did have a rather severe reaction the next day.  Soreness and fatigue in my thighs while out sightseeing that was so severe I was in danger of falling down.  My husband and the taxi driver had to help me into the taxi.
The fatigue lessened every day but my legs were still pretty weak until July 18 when I was feeling pretty much OK.
I'm attributing this reaction to my age.  I'm going to ask my GP about it when I see him Friday.

Thanks to all members who keep us up-to-date on monkeypox with links to articles, etc.  I really appreciate your efforts.
My husband and I arrived in Montreal the afternoon of July 14.  After checking in at the Hyatt Place we walked the few blocks to the clinic arriving about 3PM with no appointment.  The intake process took maybe 15 minutes and there was no problem that we were from the U.S.  We got the shot and waited the mandatory 15 minutes.  All in all about a 40 minute visit.
I did have a rather severe reaction the next day.  Soreness and fatigue in my thighs while out sightseeing that was so severe I was in danger of falling down.  My husband and the taxi driver had to help me into the taxi.
The fatigue lessened every day but my legs were still pretty weak until July 18 when I was feeling pretty much OK.
I'm attributing this reaction to my age.  I'm going to ask my GP about it when I see him Friday.

As to where should you go - In the past Taboo has had mostly twink types, Stock muscular "straight" types, Campus in the afternoon (3 PM on) was twinks (but often not many) and at night (9 PM on) muscular types.
There is also Expose (the old Adonis) which I haven't been to in years but from their Facebook page looks pretty lively.
Have never been to the baths and I won't start now with the monkeypox outbreak. (Who am I kidding I'm too old anyway.)
My husband and I had been to Montreal regularly over the years but haven't been there in three years due to covid concerns but I gather the strip clubs are pretty much the same.
Make sure you get the arrivecan app and do the necessary paperwork before you go.

You are going to have the best time. Just use the search with the keyword Montreal and you may find a lot of helpful information.
Like this : 
 
about the saunas, i checked them out and were empty. Oasis is/was the most laid back, but with all those gorgeous strippers. One forget about bathhouses and such.
Have fun.

Was anyone there?  I'm wondering what year anniversary it was.

I second what Blackout351 said above but will add my two cents that it is VERY important that once you get to the backroom you immediately tell the dancer how many songs you want to do and that he let you know when you get to that number.  It doesn't have to be rough or aggressive. Something like: "Just two dances. OK?"  "Let me know when we've done two."  You can always extend if you want.  That's always worked for me.
As to what happens, I've always just played it by ear and let the dancer take the lead.  If he's waving "it" in your face you could ask "Is it OK if I.....?"  Answers will can vary from "OK" to asking for more money.