Luv2play

My father’s uncle lived in the Texas Hill Country (father of said crazy cousin) and he and his wife loved it there. They were friends with LBJ and in those days they were all Democrats. This was before LBJ signed the Voters Rights Act and the Civil Rights Act. He said it would cost them.

He appeals to me. Would see him if travel opens up next year.

It might still cost you his usual fee.lol

Mind Geek owns Pornhub which I only became aware of when the recent hullabaloo erupted over Pornhub content. I subscribed to PH several years ago when I realized I could see a lot of the content from other porn sites, where I was paying multiple yearly fees, all under one roof. I actually saved money by cancelling Cockyboys, Next Door Buddies etc. I’ve never had any billing problems with ProBiller which Pornhub uses. A month ago my cc expiry date passed and the interruption in service was only the day it took me to update my cc info. One interesting thing happened yesterday after I had watched a video where in the background was this huge Canadian flag hanging in the bedroom. I thought, oh, Canadian content and the male actor even looked like a Canadian film actor but wasn’t. After watching the video, I realized I wasn’t signed in and when I did so, and when back to see the video again, the sign came up “Not available in your Country”. Which is Canada. I thought it was strange that we can’t even see stuff produced in our own country. I’m used to seeing “ Not available due to copyright reasons” on some film clips in the NYT which I also subscribe to but those are more understandable.

I had to remind myself what the seventh circle of hell entailed by referring to my copy of Dante’s book translated by Cary and illustrated magnificently by Gustavo Dore. The 7th circle is where the violent are tormented and punished. Those who commit acts of violence including against themselves as in suicides. Given Dallas’s unfortunate history in 1963, if the shoe fits...

I have a cousin in Dallas but she is an embarrassment. Never wanted to go see her.

Maybe those baguettes peaking out from the bags are supposed to suggest something.

Or French

He appears to like baguettes.

It’s called ‘reductio ad absurdem’.

Actually no. I’ve had fabulous experiences with both. Of course the main difference is with a masseur you end up having sex on a table and with an escort the massage is on a bed. At least that is how it has happened with me. With one regular masseur I engaged years ago over a several year period, his excellent massage on a table always progressed to me giving him oral and then him fucking me bent over the end of the table. And he was so hot, young and athletic. He never charged me more than the usual $100 at that time (20 years ago). But he never invited me into his bedroom, which was just in the adjoining room in his apartment. It was all very professional! With an escort, I only get a massage if they are good at it and it is an extended session at least two hours or more. Then it’s nice to get one and occasionally I will give one although I am just an amateur. They seem to appreciate it nonetheless.

Depending on the provider, it could stir romantic impulses. I know some who love to eat good stuff as I have gone shopping with them when doing an overnight or longer session such as a weekend. Their eyes light up when you go in the gourmet section of a food store such as they have in Montreal or Toronto.

It just came to me. Sir John Guilgud.

It must have been a lovely moment though.

I didn’t find any of them sexy.

I would find that somewhat extravagant. Here stamps cost a dollar and cards typically about 5 dollars. 150 would set me back a thousand. I can hire an escort for an overnight for that.

I send and receive a small number of cards each year. Either with family who I don’t see often or ever and a few friends from decades ago that I have kept in touch with but see only infrequently. It’s nice having these links and Christmas is the only occasion we correspond this way. And I have a few cards I can put on display in the living room.

Hot and friendly go a long way. Even if the interaction is somewhat limited.

IMO, there’s something between ending “VERY BADLY” and working out. Sometimes things just end, and while the moment it happens and you realize it’s over, is not a happy one for sure, quite soon you realize life goes on and you pick up the pieces and move forward. I actually can’t think of cases I know where things ended so badly that a person’s life was ruined. Obviously I’ve read of cases where someone committed suicide but that’s only something I’ve read about in novels or the classics like Romeo and Juliet.

Just to one-up you, a couple of weeeks ago I got a refund check for $50 on my house insurance from Allstate, which also insures my cars. On those they have been issuing me rebates since mid-summer each couple of months, since we are all driving less. And I didn’t even ask them for these rebates. Of course the cynical part of me noted that the house insurance rebate was mailed out just a couple of weeks before my policy was set for renewal.

For quite a few years around the turn of the century, I lived in close proximity to the gay dancer bars in Montreal, at least for part of the year, the rest being in South Florida where I also went to the bars in Miami and Ft. Lauderdale. I got to know quite a few dancers and had sex with many of them. Some I took home. One I fell for and we were together a lot of the time for over 4 years. With the latter our interests were broader than the bedroom as he was quite a good artist and I helped promote his work. In the end it didn’t work out as he developed an addiction problem which he couldn’t overcome and which made it impossible to live with him. The last I heard he was living in his mother’s basement. I still live his art, as I have a half dozen or so, two of which are major pieces, one in my living room and one in my bedroom. I watched him painting both pieces and they mean a lot to me.

Looking at the dimensions, I can visualize it, as my library at home is almost the exact same size as the room measures 13.5 x 10 feet. My room feels like a museum too, filled with art and treasures of a lifetime of accumulations. They all have a story to tell. Which they remind me of every time I look at something.

It was interesting that Giuliani was offered a trial participation for the treatment but turned it down because he was afraid of getting the placebo. He asked for Trump’s help in getting the drug, which is in short supply. Some hospitals are using a lottery system to make allocations of their limited supplies. If Trump likes you, you go to the head of the line.

What about the treatment with monocanol (sp?) antibodies? I read today in the NYT that it was producing good results (Trump and Giuliani both received it).