DERRIK

Perhaps China-Mex instead of Tex-Mex?!!
 

 
Also seems overly discriminatory toward escorts!!!
 
TruHart1

Well, that IS what is required!!!

 
TruHart1

Somewhat extreme advertising??! :p:D

TruHart1

No wonder you're gay! LOL!

SOAP BOX ALERT - TR is about to dump out a lot of random thoughts
 
@bigvalboy, great post above, buddy. I think you are hitting on a couple of points that connect: when you face bias or any "isms," point it out diplomatically, sit back, remain cool, don't escalate, and let them squirm. I think this is easier to do when you belong to the same group - i.e. racial group. My assumption is that you and your lawyer neighbors are the same race? If so, naming their behavior and laughing it off is somewhat easier (it still take balls though - so kudos there!). Even if you weren't, you have a certain thing in common (maybe being neighbors?) that gives you the ground to call it out.
 
With that said, what I hear in @hunterlee 's post is "cumulative impact" - the emotional weight that builds after the sum of being the recipient of bigotry, racism, discrimination, and/or even subtle bias. It begins to weigh so heavily on the recipient that simply laughing it off actually adds more negative impact - you can't laugh something that is slowly but surely eroding your own identity. To me, posting about it in a safe environment - actually venting your feelings - is a good way for the carrier of cumulative impact to begin to deal with the weight. Sh!t, I'm doing that as I write!
 
So how does this connect to being hit on by younger folks? Methinks this situation can also can have a cumulative impact - you may start thinking people your own age or older don't see you as worthy prospect. That could lead to negative feelings and so on. What do I take from all this? Every action has an impact, and being introspective is helpful, yet you also need a peer group (even if anonymous) to fully deal with impact.

Someone needs his hearing checked.

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In my personal experience there are two ways in which this happens.
 
The first and most common way, is after a shared intimacy, after a passionate session or few years of getting to know one another, he looks at you with a glint in his eye, says "I fucking love you, man" slaps your ass, smiling and moves unto something else. In my experience, when a session goes the way I want it to go, I fall in love a little, I feel butterflies a little, I cherish that special moment looking into each other's eyes, which makes it very easy for me to imagine he will also feel that.
 
There is no promise, no contract, no attachment, no exchange of vows, and more importantly, no benefiting from the other's vulnerability. There is only love, encounter, tenderness, passion, all lived powerfully in a magic moment, then forgotten, till next time.
 
The other way is when after one or many sessions you notice the client suffering, tentative, demanding a lot of attention, constantly trying to break the pre agreed privacy boundaries, asking for reassurance, information, promises, or a lot of time outside of the time you spend together. Sooner or later when together, he will break down and in a very emotional way he will say something like: "I have not been doing well, I am suffering so much because of my feelings for you... I love you so much that I _______". You get my drift.
 
In this case, I listen attentively and compassionately and explain that under these circumstances I am unable to continue seeing him because that would only be damaging to him. I clarify that because of my professional ethical rules I will never -under any circumstance- start an emotional partnership with a client because I believe the power imbalances and mutual transferences and expectations will make the relationship unhealthy from the very beginning. I then strongly encourage him to look for professional help, someone with whom he can talk about this. Not another escort, who might potentially take advantage of his vulnerability, but a psychologist who might be better equipped to help him through that.
 
I tend to prefer not to wait till all this happens and look for the signs of emotional attachment before they further develop.
 
I have no problem with having a passionate, romantic boyfriend experience. Love traveling to romantic places with dear old clients of mine, with whom I can allow myself to be vulnerable and absolutely available because they understand, respect and celebrate the boundaries and nature of our relationship. What I won't do under any circumstance is keep seeing a client and charging him even if I know well that I will never be able to give him what he believes he wants. Making money out of heartbreak, to me, is just not an ethical thing.
 
To me love and vulnerability have never been a problem. They are the goal.
 
Attachement, expectations, blurred boundaries and emotional exploitation are an absolute no no. As soon as they show up, I will end the relationship.

Just an English major here.
 
That dude needs a shrinkola.
 
Or, anybody taking him up on his offer does.

A guy who purchased his wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this.
 
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....
 
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
 
AWESOME!!!
 
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
 
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?!
 
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.
 
I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.
 
But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
 
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another.
 
 
The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"
 
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one- second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and
 
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!
 
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner , then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again.
 
I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs?
 
The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, stupid, do it again!"
 
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself!
 
You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
 
A three-second burst would be considered conservative.
 
SON-OF-A-... That hurt like **% !!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get up there? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!
 
Still in shock!!
 
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it.
 
"If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid."

Mail modles realy dont haf two spel corectly.

If that was a client do I charge each head or is it counted as one ?

My dear Juan, as one of those people that may be one and a half to two times your weight. If he had wanted to be hoisted against the wall, he should have provided the fork lift.
 

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In our case, thank heavens we're both tops! As a famous escort once told me: "Two Tops Can Be Hot!" in such a way that my tongue got hard.
 
Meet me at the door dressed only in a towel and all will be well.
 
 

Two things concern me about this thread:
 
1. One of the clients went from 300 to 400 to 500 lbs in a matter of a few posts! Take heed: Reading these posts can lead to weight gain unless you are reading this on a threadmill!
 
2. On a serious note, I agree with CarlRichmond. I do pause and pay careful attention when I read companion's comments about their client experiences. Yes, I learn from those experiences and it helps me be a better client, but I also gain insight about the escort himself. I've learned a lot about a couple of escorts today.

Jesus Christ, jawjateck. Once and for all, would you learn how to spell?
 
You really like helping young men who have a lot of perspiration.
 
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Anthony Driller
 
J D Daniels
 
Two classy men

Anthony Driller
 
J D Daniels
 
Two classy men

I'm sort of an equal opportunity guy -- I like men from northern Europeans to dark black men. That said, I've met three black men I particularly enjoyed: Devin, formerly of Atlanta and now of New York. Sean Xavier, now retired I believe. And J.D. Daniels, with whom I'm meeting again this Friday evening in Atlanta. I plan to wear him out! (Or him to wear me out). We'll see who cries mercy first.

Anthony Driller
 
J D Daniels
 
Two classy men

"nature's credit card" .... lol! That was clever, Marylander, I got to use that sometime.

Authenticity, opposed to putting on a show and being manipulative so that when your hand reaches out at the end of an appointment it's back-uped by how many hoops you jumped through. I don't believe it's something any escort can do, because that is the actual skill, being yourself, and when we know we're giving that… so will the client. It's not just an escort thing though… being yourself isn't for everyone. Humans are truly sophisticated, though we often deny that mechanism; but when we feel something real, opposed to the alternative, it's undeniable. It's the difference between sky diving from a plane and going on a roller coaster; your body knows the difference. So in that… there is no preparation aside from what you'd normally do. That's the BFE… real opposed to going to Disneyland. And how does it differ… from the Non-BFE? Same person… less exposed.

A missionary goes to a deep, dark part of Africa that no white man had ever seen before. The inhabitants of the village had never met anyone outside their own tribe.
 
The missionary spread his message to the tribe and they accepted him. Then, nine months after his arrival, the tribal chief's wife gave birth to a blond-haired, blue-eyed baby.
 
The chief barged into the missionary's tent. "You give lesson to my people about religion and morality for nine month, then my wife have white baby? I kill you!"
 
"Hold on! Your tribe has never seen it before, but such things can happen in nature. They're called albinos," explained the missionary. He looked out over a field of sheep. "See that one black sheep in the flock? It's the same thing."

"Okay, okay, I make deal," replied the chief. "I don't say nothing about the baby, you don't say nothing about the sheep."

Have a bad hair day.
 
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They just claim it is the latest new style.