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A friend of my brother had a 61 or 60 Austin Healey Le Mans which you could only tell from its aluminium body and louvres on the hood. It was fun for short runs but I can imagine not on long road trips.

Whatever do you mean?

When I was young, I was impressed by the odd English cars that were driven in Montreal (rare because the harsh climate wasn't kind to English cars at that time) because they had yellow/orange turn signals that popped out of the side of the car between the door posts to signal a right or left turn. I think they were lit so you could see them at night too. I'm sure in the winter they probably froze in place with the ice. But they worked fine in the summer.

One little correction. As his ad says, he's been on RM since August, 2021. That's when I first noticed his ad.

Oh well, you just missed the most signifiant thing to happen to humanity in the 20th century. Just to satisfy your carnal desires. Callow youth.

I suppose that was supported by the tobacco lobby. Lol

I met with Trev in Montreal last fall when he was new on RM. Had a couple of sessions and then he went to Puerta Valarta for the winter. He's based in Toronto. We stay in touch occasionally. He's a nice guy. Very interesting background and intelligent too. Very dynamic in and out of the bedroom. PM me if you have any questions.

As I've gotten older I enjoy trying deep throating any and all partners. The bigger the size, the more of the challenge to get right down to the pubes. And hold it there while my eyes are streaming. Ah, ecstasy.

When people could smoke anywhere in the aircraft cabin, they had to wait until the no smoking sign went off after takeoff. Since the heavy smokers had perhaps not had a cig for maybe close to an hour since departing the airport lounge, there would be a mad rush to light up and the plane cabin would be filled with blue smoke. ugh! What a way to start a flight, choking on second hand smoke. Yes, I was never a smoker. That is one way in which flying has become more pleasant, if only the only way I can think of.

I'm glad he doesn't list anal. That beer can he shows is supersized.

Their reviews include one who consistently reviews male escorts available to men. Also amongst their likes they list anal but not pussy. That is strange. Lol.

It's nice to hear Oliver is still accepting cash. Lol.

Where did they come up with the name Beaverbrook? It's such an iconic Canadian name created for Sir Max Aitken, a Canadian self made millionaire, who was elevated to the peerage and made Lord Beaverbrook by King George V. He became one of the great press barons in England and was Winston Churchill's right hand man in the wartime government, in charge of aircraft production, which saved Britain in the war. When he died his son refused the title which was rightfully his saying, there was only one Lord Beaverbrook.

The only time I picked up mail at the AMEX office was in Paris in 1969. A letter from my mother.That was in early summer. Shortly after, amazing things happened; men landed on the moon, Ted Kennedy drove off a bridge and killed a woman, and Charles Manson went on a killing rampage in LA. I would pick up Time magazine on my voyage to follow events. No access to radio or TV as I was a hitchhiker that summer touring Europe.

The 17 inches have cum and gone and it was great to see and feel them working in tandem. Also attached to incredibly nice hunks who made an otherwise dreary April afternoon pass by most pleasurably.

Paying cash for jewelry can be a form of money laundering.

I've arranged a threesome tomorrow where 17 inches on the invited will help augment my average appendage. Bringing the three of us above the national average for Canada, which I assume is around the American stats.

I always feel a bit sad when houses are torn down to make way for something grander. Its only happened to me once when our family cottage was torn down a couple of years after we sold it in 2013. The people who bought it built a huge cedar house which I have to admit looks great on the lakeside location but it doesn't have the character our house had, a rambling 5 bedroom clapboard house built in the 1930's before there was electricity on .the lake.

Do you ever go back to see the places where you once lived? Like Breakfast at Tiffanys. I often do whenever I have the chance. A few months ago I stopped in front of the house which I owned for 20 years during my crazy 30s and 40s. A youngish woman came out and I hailed her from my car as she crossed the street in front of me. We chatted a bit and she told me her sister, who owned the house, had turned the family room addition I had put on the rear with skylights and a fireplace with cathedral ceiling was now her sister's office, which she loved during the pandemic. It made me feel good that it had been put to such use.

Smartphones really have changed the dynamic of bars and restaurants whether gay or straight. A real killer for social interaction between strangers. Glad they didnt exist when I was young and hustling for pickups in the bars. And I don't mean for cash transactions. I had to make it on my looks then. Lol.

We're basically talking about appliances in the home. Some have been around for up to over a century and are old technology-your phone, TV, stove, washer-drier, dishwasher, etc. Some are newer techology like home security, computer and cell phone internet service-modems, routers, smart appliances etc. The old stuff you tend to have to pay for after market service, once the warranty expires. For the technology driven stuff, you usually pay monthly charges and when things go wrong a phone call will usually set things straight. Ar least that is my experience. Two weeks ago my dryer went on the fritz. It was over 5 yesrs old and off the warranty. I paid a service fee of $127 for a man to come and show me how the fuse had blown and needed to be replaced with a $5 part. I was just happy I didn't need to replace the machine.

We're probably the same generation as I first visited New York in 1971 and then more frequently in the 80's and through the 90's and early 00's as an openly gay man. In that time I met men in the bars but also started hiring escorts. Then for well over a decade after 2003 I didn't visit. Went back just before the pandemic but didn't stop in any gay bars. Had escorts visit me in my hotel each night, including two overnights. Frankly, at my age I'm not interested in the bar scene at night seeking hookups. I much prefer the screening I can do through Rentment when I am cold sober and in possession of all my faculties.

Did you mean to write cockring?

While I have never had a bad experience such as those described here, I did hire a masseur which then transitioned into an escort session. His massages were only body rubs but he was a lot of fun when things got hotter. I saw him several times and he opened up a bit about his experiences with clients. One pulled a knife on him and he got slashed across the abdomen. He had a 9 inch scar to show for it. As a result he had very strict rules about outcalls, when this had happened. He wouldn't take first time clients except at his place.

On a white guy?