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As a customer, I can’t argue with that logic. You make a valid point. Thank you for your input.

I do not want to stray too far off topic - the topic being “bourbon recommendations and suggestions” - but when I quit drinking the liquor store had to lay off one of their employees.

Hello! 30-year bourbon drinker here. My first choice was always Maker’s Mark - it worked well neat, on the rocks (with a splash of water or soda), or mixed with club soda, Coke or Sprite. Wild Turkey 101 I found to be an excellent sippin’ whiskey; Wild Turkey 81 worked well when mixed. (Wild Turkey was also very good at 36,000 feet.) Lesser known is W.L. Weller, which is good to mix or for southern bourbon slush. Jim Beam is a decent all-around bourbon at a decent price. Woodford Reserve got my attention once or twice. If I was just looking for the buzz, it was Jim Beam or W.L. Weller. When it was more for the “bourbon experience”, or to impress, it was Maker’s Mark. (And it’s always Maker’s Mark for the bourbon sauce for my bread pudding.) Please note that I am using past tense; I haven’t touched the stuff in quite awhile. But I hope you enjoy!

I need to thank everyone for ALL of the opinions that have been expressed on this matter. I'm always torn about tipping providers when I'm already shelling out $300 an hour. I will admit I tend to go the "gift" route - gifts of nice underwear, new jockstraps or good chocolates. In larger cities when I know that a provider is driving to me I have given gas station gift cards. If a provider has taken a cab or used Uber/Lyft I might throw in a few bucks extra to off-set that expense. But "tipping"? No.

If I am not mistaken this is a young King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden before he ascended the throne.

Before Cher, before Madonna, before Rhianna, before Gaga, there was Connie Francis. So much will be said and written about her today. If I am correct she had 16 top-ten hits, a record that stood for 25-30 years before it was surpassed. She went on a TV variety show in the 50’s (or 60’s) and insisted on singing in Italian, against network advice, and got a lengthy standing ovation. So much more could be said. Her life took a sad turn but she kept fighting. Sad to think that she’s gone. RIP, Connie Francis.

The chorus line for “Paparazzi! The Lady Gaga Musical”

As a mature bear chub I haven’t experienced any problems hiring; I’ve been lucky in that I have had the pleasure to engage with providers who seem to genuinely enjoy my big belly and fat a**. Either that or they are very good actors. Either way, I’m a satisfied customer. I’ve never been turned down outright but I have been told, “Oh, sorry! I’m fully booked on those days,” or they ghost me. And that’s all right; I don’t take it personally. As for recommendations, GingerViking in SFO is at the top of my list; I met up with him in PV (I was on a cruise) and I’ll bet that MY “shore excursion” was much more fun that some of the others!

Flippin’ the bird is such a turn-off. The comment above mine said it’s not edgy or intriguing and I have to agree. Another comment said it was immature and stupid. Again, I agree. I wish more men would try to smile. Here’s a thought - smiling is masculine and sexy. Flippin’ the bird is silly and does not make you look tough. If I see the bird … it’s a pass.

Replying from NM here (as every State is different) … my will was structured so that my PR (personal representative) has the right to charge my Estate $30 an hour for work she does on its behalf. That was suggested by my Attorney and I thought it was a good idea. I asked a close friend to act as PR (and my POA) as she has experience with settling estates. Also, my family knows her and trusts her. We are not talking vast sums of money here but I feel better knowing she’ll get sh*t taken care of appropriately when I die. Anyone is free to DM me with questions.

Good God! How does this man stand up?

THAT is some meaty man-ass!!

When I was still drinking it was Mike at the liquor store. Muscled, but not a hard body, tattooed, bearded; rough, looked like he might actually harm me. He stretched his arms up one time to reveal “Ralph Lauren Polo” on the waistband of his black underwear. A voice I did not recognize as my own croaked, “Are those briefs or boxer briefs?” I do not know the shade of red I blushed, he just smiled knowingly, scanned my bottle of bourbon and got me on my way. He was always very kind to me after that. Bent over a few times to give me a better view of his round ass. I didn’t possess the dinero at the time to make an illicit proposition. Then I quit drinking. I miss him.

Is that hockey butt?

Isn’t this from the 80’s movie “Spring Break”?

Chiming in to let you know you’re not alone. It’s happened to me. It’s happened to a lot of us, and it’s happened to many more who may not admit to it. I beat myself up for a day (or two) and then I let it go. Let me say that you were kind to let our community know of this.

You may be right. Legrand Wolf wore the same pair of red Andrew Christian briefs in many of his early scenes. (As a matter of fact, yes, I have no life, lol.) And did you notice how, oftentimes, especially in gay porn, they’d roll down the underwear waistband so that you wouldn’t see the brand name? God forbid we were doing nasty, nasty things to one another in CK briefs!!

For me … Ralph Lauren Polo boxer briefs. In summer I like BearSkn boxer briefs because of the mesh panel helping to keep me cooler and dryer down there. When I gift my guys (my providers) they usually want Andrew Christian or Dolce & Gabbana. My 1st husband was all about Tommy Hilfiger briefs (in gray) and I hope he was buried in a pair of those. (RIP, Bobby.) I have one provider who wants nothing but jockstraps so I’m always looking for the new and unusual.

Isn’t this the dorky kid from “Modern Family”? Kid grew up nice!

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Absolutely, I like to chat with my providers! When I’m in a new city (well, new for me) my provider chats have resulted in good recommendations for bars, restaurants and other places of interest. Recently I hosted a provider at my men-only clothing-optional hotel. After our session he asked if he could take a quick swim (the pool was right outside my door) so we had a very pleasant conversation in the pool and he hung out with me beyond our scheduled “end time”. Hot night, cool water and good talk.

When the provider comes to me I was instructed, years ago, to ensure that the fee was in plain sight when the provider entered the room. This has been successful for me; I’ve never had a provider take his fee until he was on his way out the door. (I suppose in that regard I’ve been lucky.) Recently, a provider entered my hotel room, kissed me, and said, “We need to take care of business first.” At that point I gestured towards the fee, and shortly thereafter the provider was naked. In my roughly 15 years of hiring he was the first to broach payment at the beginning of the session. With massage or other incall I place the fee in plain sight before I get undressed. Again, it’s been my experience that the provider does not touch the fee until the session is over. I have sent modest deposits to men I have met previously, usually for gas money. I will not send a deposit to someone I’ve never met; I did that once and, predictably, got burned.

Me? 61. Fat. Medical issues are nothing out of the ordinary for someone of my age and weight. I broke down and got a pill caddy. Decent teeth; good in fact. And yes, the desire is still very much in evidence. No, I don’t “sprout wood” as quickly as I once did, and yes, sometimes I take a “V” to help things along. I flirt with straight waiters (they exist!) and if they’re smart they flirt back, insuring a larger gratuity. I probably look and sound ridiculous whilst flirting but I don’t care. Having “come of age” in the 80’s I continue to be astounded that I’m still here given my sexual proclivities of the past. So, yes, I lust; sometimes wistfully, sometimes forcefully. I enjoy looking at handsome men and if I’m lucky maybe I’ll be allowed to touch and taste. Maybe my dick won’t cooperate but the desire never really goes away.

@purplekow … thank you. I’m 61. I look 61, I act 61. Trips to the bathroom are more frequent. I am in by 10 pm. I do still eat out often (too often according to the IRS) but I can appreciate lunch or dinner at home with cup noodles or something the lovely people at Trader Joe’s prepared and froze for me. My friends are my friends regardless of age or gender; there’s not too many of them so I cherish the ones I have. I don’t actively seek out new friends but if it happens it happens. I recently made the naked acquaintance of a spry young buck (40’s) who provided me with a reason to refill my prescription for Viagra. He’s married to an older man (70’s) so he understands the challenges of age and respects me and my limitations. And right there - that’s it - we want - and need - friends who understand that we may need to sit near the bathroom or that we want to be home by 10:30. Or who might want to stop by at 5:00 and split a Stouffer’s frozen lasagna with me. Or who understand why I don’t always want to answer the phone or respond immediately to a text. Those folks, those people, are my - our - friends. (I hope that is on-topic.)

Dick’s Phoenix had no alcohol and the dancers could be hit-or-miss. Too often there were bachelorette parties when, truthfully, I just wanna hang with the guys. Although, I would welcome the opportunity to watch the guys dance in speedos and thongs. Lord, I’m old. 😀