ApexNomad

That’s interesting—I’ve never considered seeing someone I used to date for services. Mind sharing how that dynamic works for you or came about?

I agree—he’s been consistently and reliably cruel.

You’ve described yourself as bi, a former wrestler, good-looking, with thousands of partners. If that’s true, then this isn’t coming from someone who’s been excluded—it’s coming from someone who’s had access and power in the sexual world. Which makes this all the more disappointing. Because what you’re doing here isn’t realism. It’s fear disguised as wisdom. It’s the voice of someone terrified of losing the privilege they once had, trying to rationalize their decline by projecting shame onto everyone else. And let’s be clear: telling people to “stay in their lane” based on their looks is cruel. Reducing attraction to a merit-based economy where age and weight disqualify you from even hoping for chemistry with someone hotter? That’s not honest. That’s just bitter. What strikes me most—especially since this isn’t the first time you’ve posted something like this—is how obsessed you are with whether providers would consider sex with larger men. It’s oddly clinical, like you’re trying to quantify desire. But this isn’t economics or evolutionary theory—it’s projection. You’re not describing a system. You’re describing your own fear of becoming unwanted and trying to universalize it so you’re not alone in that fear. You’re not just naming your own insecurity—you’re codifying it into a worldview. One where people who already feel undesirable are told they should be. That their standards are delusional. That they don’t deserve what they want. It’s elitism with a self-pity twist. What’s saddest to watch is that instead of meeting rejection with empathy—for yourself or for others—you’re passing it forward. You could offer understanding. Instead, you close the door on others behind you.

Let’s see. Holes don’t come with instruction manuals—but they do appreciate foreplay. Never trust a man with zero pillows. That’s a trap. If he puts on Enya… run. That’s how cults start. Stretch like you’re prepping for the floor routine at Nationals. If he offers water after, marry him. If he offers juice, phone a friend. You got this. Arch your back and lie with confidence. 💅

His profile indicates he only meets women or bottoms. Do a lot of women use RentMen?

THIS! Full stop. This shouldn’t be a radical concept. That’s just being a decent human. It costs zero dollars to treat people with dignity.

Gee, I wonder who could’ve possibly planted that idea in their heads? 👀

I didn’t know you were a top too. He’s a nice guy. Depending on what you’re looking for, he might be a great option for you. And if big balls are your thing—he’s definitely got those. You could spend an hour just playing with them.

If you’re in Chicago and not getting any traction from that guy, try this one: https://rent.men/AlxWard He’s also into feet. Good luck!

So you see yourself as one of the Grady girls from The Shining? Fitting. They weren’t real people—just echoes of madness and decay. All that was missing was someone to hold your hand. 😘

Who needs dishes or clothes? There’s a lot to be done in eternity. 😂

I’d be quick to remind him as I slowly removed his boxers… cupped and squeezed his ass… well, you get the idea. 😂

https://rent.men/AlxWard He’s big everywhere!

I hope you said for eternity.

I’m kind of ambivalent about it. For me, what really matters—porn star or not—is whether the person is kind, respectful, and creates a safe, judgement-free space for us. I’d treat the encounter no differently than I would with anyone else. I do have a school yard crush on Rocco Steele. The only downside (if you want to call it that) I could see is that I’ve seen a lot of his work, so I come in with a set of expectations that aren’t entirely fair to place on a person. Fantasy is edited. Real connection isn’t. And I’d rather be surprised than compare.

You’re far too kind. Thanks for brightening mine. 😘

Shirtless was the only humane thing to do—for science, for thirst, for the dinosaur.

Luckily, I’m not here for the soles—I’m here for the soul. 😉

I’ve had plenty of things happen on Zoom—technical difficulties, awkward silences, existential dread—but anal orgasms? That’s a first. Bravo!

Ed’s very handsome. Missed opportunity not having him swim shirtless, especially since he’s a real-life swim coach.

I forgot about Ed Skrein. Fingers crossed on Superman.

I’m not very savvy when it comes to cutting and pasting and addressing specific text. I like how you do that. I figured it out once, but then quickly forgot. Friendship off-screen doesn’t always translate to chemistry on-screen. I didn’t feel it in their dynamic—especially not in the moments that should’ve crackled. But fair enough if it worked for you. Re final destination. My late husband was a horror buff and I got dragged into seeing so many. You probably had the better experience. Let’s just say it felt more like a chain of disconnected wannabe wow moments than a story with actual suspense or consequence. Maybe the 3D helped smooth over some of the rougher textures—I saw it in standard format, and there were a few shots that took me right out of the moment. Re box office: 100% agree. Nostalgia often prints money. But from a storytelling standpoint? Not everything should come back—especially if it comes back hollow. The Terminator and Halloween franchises are perfect examples. And as for Koepp, that’s the part that surprised me most. He’s capable of great stuff. But this one felt like it passed through the studio sausage grinder too many times. I read an interview he gave and what he described and what I saw felt like too different movies.

As a fan of the original Jurassic Park, I was cautiously optimistic when I heard the screenwriter from the 1993 classic had returned for Jurassic World: Rebirth. That optimism didn’t just fade—it got devoured. I really disliked this movie. It’s a flavorless rehash of the first, stripped of everything that made it special. The suspense? Gone. The awe and magic? Fossilized. The plot is so thin it could be torn by a stiff breeze, and the characters feel like cardboard cutouts forced to read cue cards. There’s zero chemistry—between the actors, the ideas, or even the dinosaurs. And then there’s the opening scene. A Snickers wrapper? I thought I was watching Final Destination. It’s so laughably stupid, it cheapens everything that follows. And we come back to that lab many, many years later, yet somehow the junk food is still there… in perfect condition, with identical branding. Just sitting there like it’s waiting to be filmed. Shameless product placement. Whatever this movie was aiming for—nostalgia, thrills, emotion—it missed the mark completely. Even the CGI looked worse in parts. How do you mess up dinosaurs in 2025? This isn’t a reboot. It’s an embarrassing film with a Hollywood budget. A reminder that just because you can bring something back… doesn’t mean you should.