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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).

Love it. I’m connected with a small museum and I thought we were small. Hah.

Much worse.

How many casts were made of the Burghers of Calais? I saw the whole group in Calais (naturally) years ago. I think they were in the town square. We had one in Montreal on Sherbrooke Street for many years when I was going to university there but not sure if it is still there. It was outside the Dominion Gallery, owned by Max Stern, whose advice to me, a young collector when he was still alive, was to buy a masterpiece of a second or third tier artist if that was all you could afford, rather than an inferior piece of a master painter (all master painters have second or third rate works). Today, when a lot of art has become commodified, that advice may not always hold when people are prepared to pay for the name, not the actual merits of the work. But if you intend to keep the work and live with it daily, then his advice still holds, IMO.

While I am familiar with quite a few of the museums cited in this thread, one that has not been mentioned is the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, where I studied for 5 years as a young child. It will always be my favourite as it gave me an appreciation for fine art at a young age and an interest that has endured, both as an amateur artist and a collector. When travelling I always try to fit in a visit to a museum but also art galleries selling works. The Montreal Museum is Canada’s oldest (founded in 1860) and has a nice collection of Canadian and international art. In the last twenty years, the museum has greatly expanded and now encompasses a small campus of 5 buildings at the corner of Sherbrooke Street and Ave. de Musee, including a former church which has over 20 Tiffany windows and houses Canadian art. Not having the financial resources of some of the American museums (it is only the 18th largest in North America), they have to be nimble in acquiring contemporary works that are still reasonably priced before prices hit the stratosphere, such as the two J-M Basquiat’s that they purchased when they were priced in the thousands of dollars and not the millions like today. The museum itself is situated in the heart of Montreal, the so-called Golden Mile, a square mile which once housed most of Canada’s millionaires in the 19th and early 20th centuries. Some of those mansions, many of which still exist, housed fabulous art collections but on the death’s of their owners were dispersed (Cornelius Van Horne) or otherwise lost (the J. W. McConnell collection of old masters went up in flames in the 1960’s). Still, a lot remains.

On my visit there over 50 years ago a friend and I got locked in after closing time as we had wandered out into the gardens. As I recall the place was surrounded by high walls and fences. So we had to find a guard to let us out.

As a client, I have stayed in a couple of B&B’s which were gay owned and here I was able to bring escorts in to see me. Usually I stay in large hotels where I can do the same with privacy assured. As a guest in a gay/gay escort owned lodging, I wouldn’t mind sharing common spaces with either other escorts or clients as I am pretty relaxed in the scene. The only reason for wanting privacy in hotels is to avoid embarrassment to others and the awkwardness it could engender.

Or Bed & Head

While I would not want to exploit a straight man who is “down on his luck” by paying him for sexual services, I have always been turned on by the situation which used to prevail in London decades ago when members of the guard protecting the royal family outside the gates of Buck House or other military types made themselves available for sexual favours to gay men who would meet them at pubs in the surrounding areas of London. These types of transactions were seen as mutually beneficial where the providers were lowly paid civil servants, so to speak. This practice went back to when homosexuality was illegal in Britain but tolerated by society as long as you were not caught. If you read about the era, there was a lot of hanky-panky which was relatively safe for the people involved. What was more dangerous was to be a public figure caught “in flagrant” in a public washroom where no money was exchanged. I forget his name but a famous British actor was caught and it delayed his receiving a knighthood by years. Gasp.

Thinking about all the variables in your situation, I think perhaps what you need at this point is a houseboy. Someone cute, nice to have around, attentive to your needs (other that sexual) and keep the sexual connections with those (escorts or boyfriends) you choose to be with, with no strings attached. It’s all the strings and baggage, as you call it, that are major complications and may lead to grief for all concerned. Having someone move in with you under the circumstances you outline is fraught with potential and obvious problems, as some posters here have outlined.

As a frequent client of escorts, I don’t enter into these transactions expecting complete anonymity because as Jarrod said, that is like cruising parks or truck stations. No, I expect “discretion”, which is the foundation of any interpersonal relationship. That being said, I would not want my personal identification posted on a client review site. I am a client on RM and people can see my profile there if they wish. It doesn’t give my rel name or phone number however. Just the fact that I am a client and have had appointments with certain escorts that advertise on RM.

Reading this thread I would surmise that Dillon has carved out a niche in the market that works for him, given his limits and his desire to maximize his revenue potential while operating within those limits. Good for him. He is catering to a segment of escort clients who are not looking for full on sex. Rather he appeals to muscle worshipers and those who enjoy extended contact with a hunk of male pulcitrude who appears to have an engaging personality. Reading his reviews, it seems a weekend at $4000 gets you help in the kitchen, someone who enjoys outdoor activities and someone you can take out and meet others and he will fit right in. This means a lot to some clients looking for the BFE. And it helps that he takes good care of the body he was gifted with by Mother Nature.

Maybe it’s the difference in mentality between the left coast and the right coast. Lol

Where do you think all Latins come from? Italy. And all Latin languages such as Spanish, Portuguese, Italian and French are based on Latin.

Nice looking guy. Too far away. Sad.

Is there a pill for that.

I agree that the public authorities don’t always seem to be in tune with the latest public health experts, especially those in research positions at major universities. I tend to listen more to the latter, as they are free to speak out more so than those employed by politicians. The article cited by you illustrates this point effectively. I’ve been applying my own critical thinking since the beginning of this pandemic, when our public health officials at the highest level were saying back in Feb and early March that it was ok to go about your regular business as we were at low risk as a country in being affected by the virus. We know how that went. Then when they reversed course in mid March, they went crazy about staying at home, to the extent of not going out in the fresh air to get exercise. At that time I gave guidance to people with whom I have some influence to take their children and go out and hike in our beautiful countryside and enjoy the spring weather but to distance from others not in their immediate household. It turned out to be good advice which the authorities finally embraced by summer. Back before Halloween the prime minister was saying if we cancelled that we could hope for a more normal Christmas. I thought, forget it. So now Christmas is cancelled too. I totally get it why the public is tired and confused by what we are told by people in positions of authority. It’s best to use one’s own judgment after studying the situation and being open to voices of reason, whatever the source.