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I subscribe online to the NYT and Toronto‘s Globe & Mail newspapers. I also have a subscription to the local small town newspaper and one which is a weekly. Here in Canada we have an excellent public news organization that operates Television broadcast, radio and now digital news called the CBC or Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. I read all these sources pretty religiously and listen to the radio as well since the CBC has numerous interesting programs. Together with the extensive reading of books that I constantly have on the go, I consider myself a well informed citizen.

Those escorts are hard to find.

I was in NY last fall and walked over to the Marriott Marquis just to have a look at it after 32 years. It looked much the same as I remembered it with the glass elevators and towering lobby that seemed to go right up to the top floor. When I stayed there I was up around the 19th or 20th floor and the hallways were exterior so you could look down to the ground floor. I had never been in a hotel like that before. But I wouldn’t stay there again as it is not my preferred style of hotel.

The first time I paid for sex was with a Moroccan I had picked up at a gay bar in Geneva and taken home. He was a stunner in looks and the sex was pretty good. I was youngish and had never hired but before he left he asked me for a “gift”. Misunderstanding the situation, I offered him a box of chocolates (this being Switzerland of course) but he declined the gift. He went on to explain he wanted money. I was flabbergasted but scraped together about 60 SWF, all that I had in the apartment that night. He said that wasn’t enough. I was starting to resent him and just wanted this guy out of my place. I found some French francs that were only worth a fifth of a Swiss franc and gave him all of them. It was an impressive pile of those somewhat over large bills that in reality only amounted to less than the Swiss francs I had given him. However he seemed appeased and left, never to be seen again. In a sense it was more of a shakedown than a hire. That was around 1983. Four years later I was in NY and went to Rounds, a place I had visited with a friend in 1982. I knew the great looking guys at the front bar were for hire (surrounded by guys that look like me now). So I struck up a convo with a beautiful Black man who was dressed like a college student. Really clean cut, tall and gorgeous. We went back to my hotel, the Marriott on Times Square, which was pretty new then and had the perfect setup for taking someone to your room discreetly. When the young lad took off his pants, I could see I was going to be in for a fun time! His fee was $150, which in the mid 80’s was on the high side but worth every penny. In the true sense, he was really my first hire. After him, I decided I was more into younger men and started hiring on a regular basis.

I would have named the film “A trip to heaven on a Black rocket ship”.

Interesting article but it‘s last year’s news. The fire season started earlier this year because of the record heat levels in California and burned in areas as far north as the Canadian border in the west coast states. The moratorium imposed by the regulators in December is set to expire this December and only applies to dropping existing homeowners, not taking on new policies. As I understnd it it also only applies to people living in ZIP code areas that were burned in 2017/18 fires and not the new areas burnt this year. And of course if governments force insurers to incur catastrophic losses, in the longer run the companies themselves will abandon the business and protection will then fall on the taxpayers.

Actually I think this is a sign of the new normal regarding insurance in California, given the increasing ferocity of wildfires due to climate change. Been reading about it recently in the papers.

To clarify, after my step-mother died and left him a pile of money. LOL

Interesting. My gay step-brother worked as a teacher years ago in Phoenix but chose to live in Scottsdale with his Black lover (He was white). After she died they moved to Ft. Lauderdale and he took an early retirement.

I certainly like giving head but I want the top to be an active participant, and not just at the climax.

My God, are people still shaking hands where you live?

I've only been to Chicago once and that was to visit the downtown area over a long July 4th weekend. Lots of fun and I stayed with a gay escort who rented out rooms. Also slept with him one night. Wouldn't recognize the name of one suburb from another. Maybe that's why people who live in the burbs say Chicago so people at least recognize the general area.

He's pretty versatile now from seeing his vids. Imagine clients can negotiate something agreeable to Boomer banks.

Anyone have an idea what his rates are? I would ask him but don’t want to waste his time as there is no way I could see him at this time with the border closed. I once saw a film he did which talked about his life growing up, no sex in he film as I recall. He talked about his passion for sewing and making wonderful costumes. He is very talented and could have been a designer.

I sometimes think that if gay marriage had been possible 40 years ago, my life might have been quite different. As it was, when it came about I was too set in my ways to change. I have no regrets though, as I have always played the cards I was dealt As well as I could.

Even though flu vaccines have never offered 100 percent protection, whatever this year’s vaccine offers in terms of protection, I think people are now more sensitized to the need for hand washing frequently. This will lead to decreased transmission of the flu virus. Hopefully, this will reduce the amount of flu in the community (where ever you live). Two decades ago when my late father moved into a retirement home, my sister, a health care professional, told him to wipe his door handle to his apartment every day with a sanitizer to avoid getting the flu from touching it after the workers in his residence used it on a daily basis. He never got sick in the 3 years he was there while many of his co-residents came down with the flu every winter.

You make a valid point. One doesn’t necessarily need to get all the vaccines that are out there. It is good to discuss any vaccines you might think are advisable in your own situation with a doctor and then take the ones which might offer you a degree of protection, recognizing there might be cases where 100 percent immunity is not possible. The HPV example is a case in point, many varieties of that virus and as I understand it no one vaccine guards against all.

There was a big article in the Globe and Mail newspaper in Toronto today profiling Robert F Kennedy Jr. and how he has gone from being an environmentalist to an anti-vaccer today. He has a lot of followers it seems. I wish he had stuck with his first passionate cause.

Like every other endeavour in life, with sex I started with the “basics” and then sorta moved on from there.?

Came across my radar over a year ago when he was in SF. An escort I hired from SF had done some combos with him and other escorts in SF. He sent me some very appealing pics. Watching this video, I understood everything he was saying as I speak French. The one ting that bothered me was his cavalier attitude about the virus. He kept pulling down his mask in inside locations, something forbidden here, even though we are in level 3. At one point he tries to get his bf to try n a hideous jacket and you can here the sales clerk say you can’t do that and he repeats it in French. Still a sexy guy.

And full of protein, I understand.

He claims to have the thickest dick in California at 9X9 and he may well be correct but only because Jay Dymel died last year and he had the same dimensions. I know because I bottomed for him shortly before his untimely death. He was a sweet soul too and I do miss him although we only met once. He was a pornactor and in Montreal for a shoot with his then boyfriend Ryan Stone. Met with them both for a threesome, which was very memorable. If this guy is truly 9X9, you better be prepared unless you are already into being fisted, which I am not. Deep breathing helps.

P.S. I told my brother when he related this story to me that I still was.

When I was dating girls in my youth I used to kiss them to keep them happy without having to go all the way since I was already ambivalent about my sexuality in my late teens. Decades later my brother ran into an old girlfriend of mine who was living in the same city as he was and told her I was gay. She said, “oh really, and he was such a great kisser” LOL

Would that be then called Camelot Revisited or Cumalot or Came on a Camel or Lawrence of Arabia When not Fighting the Turks?