ApexNomad

Respectfully, I don’t think a client should have to tell a provider how to do his job. Once I’ve communicated what I hope to get from the experience—whether it’s a boyfriend experience, a hard fuck, or something else—it’s on the provider to handle the rest. I’m a bottom, so I make sure I’m fully clean and prepped—that’s my responsibility. I don’t expect a provider to tell me that, just like I wouldn’t expect to have to tell a top that he needs Viagra or Trimix. How would I even know? That’s on him to manage. Beyond that, even asking could be insulting or set the wrong tone before we’ve even met. I don’t want to start things off by implying I doubt his ability to perform. If a provider needs something to stay hard, that’s his responsibility to figure out—not mine.

I couldn’t get into The Bear either. It wins lots of awards for best comedy. Not a show I would first categorize as a “comedy” either.

I’m sorry for your experience. At the end of the day, you’re paying for their time, not a guaranteed experience. You could try to rationalize your position and express your disappointment, but since you mentioned they were high, I’m not sure how far that conversation will go in the moment. That might have to be a separate conversation, which at that point, you have to question whether or not it’s even worth your time. Sometimes, it’s best to just take the loss and move on.

Season 3 is leaning into its usual mix of uncomfortable family dynamics, social satire, and slow-burn psychological unraveling. The Ratliff family, in particular, feels like they’re going to be at the center of some major dysfunction. As for the Lochlan and Saxon situation, there’s definitely something off about their relationship. White Lotus loves to push boundaries, especially when it comes to wealth, power, and privilege warping interpersonal relationships. The incest vibes could be more about toxic sibling dynamics—dominance, control, and blurred boundaries—rather than a literal sexual relationship. That being said, Mike White could take it to a dark and twisted place, and nothing would surprise me at this point. The show thrives on delayed consequences. One review I read said it’s not until episode 6 that shit really hits the fan. (The critic did not have access to the final episodes.)

I just couldn’t buy into this movie. For a more compelling look at an Anna Wintour-inspired character, The September Issue does it better—especially since it features Wintour herself.

I love your little birdie. Thank you for sharing this wonderful news. I adore Heather Headley - she was the best thing about Aida. Her voice is amazing. (My guilty pleasure is Sweet Magnolias - she’s terrific in that and has sung a few times.)

Me too!! 😂

Where it often dovetails is that it’s never just an agree to disagree, is it? It’s the cheap shots and throwaway lines—“So gross to treat human beings with such disdain” or alleging emotional triggers. I’m going by the evidence presented by the poster. We have different views. We expressed them. I agree with him on a lot, and I disagree with him on some things. Absolutely fair! But honesty, directness, and conviction aren’t inherently admirable when they cover for condescension and cheap shots. But if that’s what you value, carry on.

Feel free to address me directly the next time you’re concerned about my emotional well-being. Odd that you have so much to say on this topic when you’ve admitted you don’t do overnights. What’s telling is that whenever a conversation challenges you, you fall back on your classic playbook of deflection and snide attacks. Such disdain.

If we’re going to use your analogy, am I expected to guide the inexperienced restaurant on how much to charge for catering my wedding? Based on what—my status as a regular customer? This is about a professional service, where there’s an existing relationship between provider and client. While it’s understandable if a provider is uncertain about rates for a new service, the expectation should still be that they can engage in a straightforward, professional conversation about pricing. Especially when it’s a regular client—my expectation is that pricing should be discussed openly instead of letting the client walk.

Too much responsibility on the provider to expect them to know their rates for their own business? This is fundamental to any professional service—knowing your worth and being able to discuss it confidently with clients. And not just a new client—a regular client! It doesn’t get any more basic than that.

So as mature, reasonable adults, have the discussion together. Don’t laugh at the client and let him walk—he’s a regular. Talk it out like professionals in real time. I’m sure they can come to a mutually agreeable resolution.

This isn’t about treating anyone with disdain—it’s about the basic expectation that if you’re offering a professional service, you should be prepared to discuss your rates. That’s not unreasonable, especially with a regular client. But if you want to talk about disdain, perhaps we should take a moment to audit your own responses—particularly how you refer to out-of-shape gay men.

Cyndi Lauper in Threepenny—even the chairs were trying to leave the theater!

Did his face match the body of the picture in his ad, that apparently dates back to 2015 and is on numerous other sites (see post above)? Perhaps a FaceTime call to alleviate any concerns? (That body does not look 18 to me.) Be careful.

I absolutely love this story and desperately need a Part 2. I think you should call him up and ask if he can inspect your existing solar panels—just to make sure they’re in good working order, of course. And while you’re at it, casually drop, “What other services do you provide?” The fact that you made him a PBJ, filled his water bottle, and gifted him a Powerade has hearts written all over it. This is basically the Hallmark version of a door-to-door sales romance. Make it happen, Purplekow. You can do it! One tiny little thing I would have done differently—two texts in one day? The next day no less? That may have been a bit much.

Sadly, this statement seems to do the opposite of what it intends—unintentionally fueling speculation and raising more questions rather than shutting them down. Saying there was no “indication” of foul play or suicide suggests he was likely home alone when this “simple yet tragic” accident occurred—a rather odd and somewhat contradictory phrasing. The mention of industry stigma only draws attention to rumors that may not have even existed. A cleaner, more direct statement focusing on his life and legacy, rather than preempting speculation, would have been far more effective.