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I was about the same age. I fantasized about, god help me, John-Boy Walton, both of us in overalls and no shirts. When I was sick with a cold, I'd undress my Action Boy figure and hold him over the vaporizer so it looked like he was all sweaty.

it looked like some sort of convention/forum to me. I'm sure there are plenty of people with an exhibitionist side who'd enjoy the public massage. Kink.com had a whole "Bound in Public" category, https://www.kink.com/channel/boundinpublic, no new scenes in nearly four years. They had some filmed at Folsom Street Fair, in the street, as I recall.

I'm only mildly experienced in bondage, but isn't there always supposed to be a safe word?

Hahaha - you probably had the same "What the hell was THAT?" reaction I did.

Especially when you get that response multiple times - I've gotten that from some guys just in response to looking at their ads, and if I look a week later I get the same canned email.

I take it back, it did not win the Hugo - tough competition that year from "The Nine Billion Names of God" by Arthur C Clarke. From author Jerome Bixby's wikipedia page...

When I was a kid and discovered masturbation, I'd lay on my back and flick my cock alternately with my index fingers. it wasn't until I sneak-read my parent's copy of "Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex" that I learned the method most guys use. I don't remember if I'd had the "facts of life" presentation yet, knowing about penetrative sex, it might have been more obvious.

I remember seeing a series of videos of a guy who'd use his Wahl beard clipper similarly - nothing close to penetration, but just using the vibrating head against the underside of his cockhead.

In the first few episodes of the original, the Fab Five's cattiness and snobbiness verged on nastiness. They softened up a few episodes in.

Billy Mumy had a bit part in the Twilight Zone movie of 1983, where they redid the classic episode you mention. It's based on a short story that I believe won a Hugo (the science fiction awards), I read the story before I knew it was a Twilight Zone episode.

I didn't know Dave, but I remember an agency in Detroit that came to know me well, and to know the type of guys I liked. (From gallery posting likes, I've come to realize that @Trebor and I have very similar tastes.) I remember some fun discussions of who they had and whether they thought I'd like them. I think they shut down sometime in the mid-2000s.

I had a need for a bunch of croissants (my turn to bring breakfast in our rotating breakfast club at work). $6.00 for a dozen croissants at Costco, $3 apiece at Panera. I'm a loyal customer, although living alone, I do fall into the "their sizes are WAY too big for me" category often.

This just showed up on HBO a couple of weeks ago. I loved it. @oldNbusted pegged it for me. and also some tear-jerking moments. My buddies and I were huge Beatles fans in high school (not to say we still aren't) and this brought up so much nostalgia.

My first (of two) was a Starfleet shield on my left shoulder, about 20 years ago. I asked the tattoo artist if she could do it in gold. "Not if you want to live", she said. They hadn't figured out non-toxic metallic colors then, I'm not sure if they have since.

Public parks in my town aren't crowded. The city dog park closed. The county dog parks are open and are not enforcing that you have to have a sticker to get in.

I'm at about 4 episodes of Hunters now. I like it but it's not as good as I was led to believe.

Everyone seems to be stocking up on their prescriptions. I turned around and left CVS Friday afternoon when I saw the pharmacy line filled an entire aisle. I went back later and it was shorter, they were marking 6-foot spaces on the floor in tape.

My younger sister came out about 10 years after I did.

A couple of years ago you couldn't get past a gallery post without seeing a "Good-looking guy, but ugh, those tattoos" response. Thankfully, that seems to have ended.

I did. He left Mason Wyler wobbly in the legs after his scene.

I know, right?

A group from work played paintball one night. The next day, one of the women who'd played pulled up her skirt to show me the big bruise she had on her right hip. :-)

Giving @vasudev the benefit of the doubt that he posted the entire conversation as he stated, we did read both sides. Vasudev asked, didn't demand, through the whole exchange, and was met with just, well, sulkiness. I've been on both sides of that conversation, when the escort's shifted the time by a bit, or I've asked to. I got there about 15 minutes early for my last hire, I hung out at the hotel bar until he was ready, and he ended up being late - he came down to the bar to have a drink with me about 20 minutes after our time to meet, after that we headed up to his room.

I will be staying away from family. My sister's just about to return from a trip to Europe and will probably be self-quarantining for quite a while. I'm conflicted about how I'll respond if she asks for a ride home from the airport tomorrow. My father's in a retirement home that's on lockdown, no visitors, meals delivered to rooms rather than in the dining hall, and they're strongly discouraging the residents from leaving the home at all. I have been checking in with my father on the phone daily, and keep in touch with others electronically, but I don't anticipate seeing them face-to-face soon unless there's some emergency.

The usual. Mostly rent.men, but some on rentmasseur.com and masseurfinder.com