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Oh my god, I was thinking the same thing. Also, best to not order the same entree!

From what I understand, if you just relax and let the rip current take you where it wants to go they will actually bring you back to shore about 50% of the time....they go in big circles. The process is sort of fascinating. If they don't, you just have to go parallel to the shore fora bit then you can easily swim back to shore. That said, if something was sucking me away form shore I would definitely be freaking out.

There is a HUGE problem with african american folks not knowing how to swim. I do volunteer work with a group home for teen boys...it took me over a year to get approval from DCFS to enroll all of the boys in swimming classes at the local Y and I had to pay for it personally out of pocket. The first day they went, only 7 out of almost 60 kids could swim enough to keep from drowning if they fell into a pool. These kids were panicking to even put their head under water. Reading this article made me freak out about the 5 or 6 times I took groups of kids out to the beach and how easily that could have gone sideways.

I am assuming they have scaled back their work in the USA with the current situation going on, but I have donated to and helped sponsor two refugee's with the Rainbow Railroad. For me, it was an incredibly rewarding undertaking...these guys were from a pretty awful situation and they ended up getting to come to the USA / get legally married / become legal residents of the united states. These guys really did face potential death in the country there were leaving, which is something I still have trouble wrapping my head around. The organization is really good and makes an awesome unusual birthday fundraiser.

I went on the hunt and pulled out the 6 books I have (all of these, plus a few more) and it was interesting. In particular Aaron Lawrence. I am honestly surprised that he shared some of that info when he was still actively escorting; there are just some things that I would think you need to not say until you are done using them psychologically on clients. As I have been reading these day planners and also this journal of sorts it is bringing me back to my late teens / early 20s in ways I was not expecting. I had forgotten there that I had a listing on M4M Escort World and came across an email form that site from Jeffry Hurant, asking me to join his new website called Rentboy.com and offering up a free 6 months. The internet really was a different time back then. I had also honestly forgotten how much time I spent at 24 hour diners...all of these books have receipts stuck into them from the Melrose Diner and they are always at 3AM.

So I was a (pretty good and very active) escort during college, here in Chicago, between 1998 and 2003. Indeed, I look back at that period and the only regret is that I did not do it for a few years longer. Recently I moved and came across some shoe boxes of, well, crap that I had sealed up when moving form my college era studio flat. In it was a treasure trove of that time...4 day planners, an honest to god pager, and my journal which covered every experience I had in detail. Down to the position preferred and money paid. I have a month off this summer and have decided to give amazon self publishing a try. I am going to recount four years of my life, going into detail about the hectic world I lived. Nightclubs, clients, so many condoms....and at least 20 experiences that still stand out in my brain. Is there anything that forum folks would be particularly interested in reading about? Thanks for any ideas!

I am always sad when a guy smokes.

I don't think that was on offer...and honestly, I get plenty of that as it is. A vagina really is designed to take a dick; now having experienced it I now understand how much more difficult a butt is to penetrate. I really am glad that I got to experience it.

Posting an update. I did indeed meet with him. Without going into detail, I will say that he is a super attractive guy, very smart, has a nice apartment in a great part of town, and was great to talk with. I get the vibe that he is genuinely nice and friendly. His muscle definition is impressive. If you are interested in meeting a FTM provider I can't imagine it getting any better than this chap. I can also now say that I have had vaginal intercourse. Until today I had always been really curious about what time spent with a MTF person would be like. I am a 'relatively' well adjusted gay guy who just does not have a lot of interest in penises that are not my own. It made me wonder if sexual congress with a man who happens to have a vagina would be really fun for me. After doing it....well, it was an interesting experience; it just was not something I feel like I need to do again. He was a great instructor, which I really appreciated. I'll stick with butts 🙂

My rule of thumb; I don't treat what I say any differently with strangers on the internet than I do with people in line at the supermarket. I think we all have memories of people telling us that M/M relationships are gross and all sorts of horrible anecdotes. Also, keep in mind that it's really likely that someday this provider is going to end up reading your comments and continued mean statements, along with other trans folks wandering around this forum. Your opinions are going to be hurtful to them; are you allowed to have them...sure...but you should consider if you want to make people fell crappy about themselves. You could just say 'Check to see if they have had bottom surgery and do some research on that; FTM guys who have gone that route are not my cup of tea.'

Hey guys. I recently reached out to this FTM fellow; got back a great response to my text. Seems like an awesome guy in general. I have not had experience with a trans man before and have always wondered what it was like. Has anyone met up with him before? That is not the best cover photo of him...he is HOT. SANTOS_FTM - Male Escort, Gay massage - Chicago | Rent.Men RENT.MEN SANTOS_FTM Gay Escort in Chicago, Illinois, available for Gay Escorting,Modeling,Erotic Massage. | Find all...

I just watched one of his men.com videos. he is so good looking and he has a great dick, but it's not even close to be 10" (let alone 13.5)...why in the world would you set yourself up to that expectation with your clients.

I appreciate the feedback....it made me hop back and reread my post and see it from your perspective. You nailed it, I am totally detached from the time I spent with that fellow; almost 30 years have passed since I last saw him and I can't come up with anything good to say about him. I was escorting when I was in my early 20s. There are some things I wish that I could go back and change about myself, and I wish that I could go back and give myself a healthy dose of advice about how your perspective as a person changes as you age. For Chicago standards, I did really well as an escort...and I think it was because I actually cared about 95% of the guys I saw. And I was one of the few who was sort of smart, had a nice dick, and always flawlessly on time. 🙂 I can count on one hand the number of guys that really made me feel crummy about what I was doing and this chap was literally the only one that I kept seeing over and over. Sex with any person, even if there is money involved, is a really personal activity. He was one of the few clients that totally made me feel like a human dildo. Looking back, I think I was just too immature to just tell him I did not want to see him anymore. Financially, he was also one of the few guys that I knew who literally had a standing appointment and always turned up for it, even if he was generally early and annoying. It also made me take a minute and pull out the box of day planners I still have from back then. One of the pieces of advice I carried forward from my dad was to keep a meticulous diary; flipping past them I can remember the majority of the guys that fill the pages, even if most of the college coursework notes mean nothing to me. I hope that nearly all of the guys I saw enjoyed their time with me. There is still one page that I come back to over and over from December of 1999. The appointment was for 8PM at the Four Seasons and was a referral from this odd pimp fellow that I knew; I walked in, the fellow had me drop trou and just stand there. Bright lighting, agonizingly long time, did not want me to touch myself, weird....and then he just told me to go home. The pimp told me later that my package was not big enough for him and he was upset that I did not get hard for him....still angry about that mischaracterization.

When I was escorting in the late 90s, I had so many regulars that I saw. Which was great, as you knew what you were in for in advance...but it was also awful, as you knew what you were in for in advance. A couple of guys stand out as being memorable because they always wanted exactly the same experience, over and over and over. And one guy in particular, I saw him every other Tuesday....and my close friend saw him on the other Tuesdays that I was not there and they did exactly that same thing with him. Arrival at my place 10 minutes before he was supposed to be, 20 minutes of him taking an enormous poo and getting douche water all over my bath, bad role playing that I was a cop pulling him over for going to fast in his 'brand new red convertible with temporary tags', followed by 'forcing' him to go down on me (he was shockingly bad at that....it felt like he had two full sets of teeth), followed by 'forcing' him to take this giant cheap dildo that he just happened to have in his bag. Then me inside of him for about 15 seconds until he blew. 50/50 chance there would be poo on the condom. That all happened in the course of 15 or 20 minutes, then started the agonizing 15 minutes of small talk about his life started, where I oscillated between boredom with the situation and sadness for him. He always ended the encounter by paying the fee plus a $4 tip. Like clockwork, $204. I always wondered why. 30 years later, he is one of the guys that I still think about, though, and wonder if he ever did get to live his life or if he is still a gay guy trapped in a heterosexual marriage, dreaming of someday owning a convertible.

Years ago I read an interview with him...at that point he was mostly a top in porn but was only a bottom when escorting. He said he basically did not want to mess around with topping anyone that had bad butt hygiene, so he would much rather just be a bottom so he could be sure there was no poop. Which is something that I could logically get behind.

Oh, glitter....it's a complete nightmare. A group of ladies wanted to come visit the gay clubs for a bachelorette party (I pity the clubs) and left with a huge amount of pink glitter coating the living room. I think someone had mixed it into gift wrapping or something....there was a trail of it leading out to the dumpster. The guest must have known...she sent me a note that said 'sorry about the glitter, I left an extra $5 on the table for the cleaner'... 6 months later the glitter is still showing up in the property, but also in my laundry area from the sheets, my car, even my cat had a fleck of pink glitter on it.

I actually sort of started it while still in high school. I used to hang out at the little coffee shop called The Abbey and would sit there reading Ayn Rand novels. One older fellow (who was probably the same age I am now) took a liking to me and kept buying me desserts. I was above the age of consent, but I hope he thought I was a college student. He managed to convince me to let him give me a blowjob and must have liked that experience, as he gave up the $5 desserts and offered me $200 bucks to go back to his place. $200 bucks in the mid 90s to a Capitalist teenager was a lot of money and I jumped at the offer. Now that I think about it, it's very possible that that money is still in an envelope taped to the bottom of a dresser drawer in my mum's house...I remember looking at the $100 bills and not wanting to break them. When rentboy was a thing they actually had something called rent university, which taught the younger escorts the finer points of the industry. That was one of the things that made me so sad when the feds shut the website down...it was basically a publicity stunt and all it managed to do was take away a support network for a lot of guys. I attended a couple of their classes in NYC and the guy leading it had such good advice. I remember him saying over and over that the 'only thing you should ever take from a client is a sealed bottle of water; you have no idea what is in anything else. Later I had a client who offered me a drink and was just pretty much insisting that I let him bring me something; I asked for a coke, anticipating a can, and he came out with a glass of coke...something pinged in my brain from that class and I just thanked him and let it sit on the table. He kept asking me why I wasn't drinking it and carried the dang glass with us when we went to his bedroom. I don't know what (if anything) that fellow had put into that coke, but he was just not letting it go. I excused myself to take a fast shower and carried it into the bathroom with me and dumped it out. I feel like the younger generation of escorts don;t really have the close connections that were possible to make 25 years ago.

Everyone has their own set of challenges, but back in the 90s meth was just starting to become a thing but people did not understand how much it just wrecked your life; most of the Chicago guys who were escorting were either really doing it to survive, or the ones that were doing it more as a lifestyle basically reinvested it into terrible clothes from YMLA and drugs. One very popular escort that I was friends with probably easily made 8-10k a month but routinely called me every month on the 4th to loan him rent money because he was running short. Indeed, I still think he owes me that last $500 but I am guessing he is dead by now. I was always lucky to have parents who paid my tuition and rent, and had zero interest in the club drug scene....so I could be a lot more conservative with my spending and always stuck the surplus in the pea box. After I stopped, it helped to subsidize at least 10 years of my life, though I never did figure out how to turn a pile of cash into a mortgage downpayment. I actually still have the pea box in the freezer, though now it holds my more legitimate stash of cash and my passport. It's looking a little battered.

I escorted during college; I always planned on being done with it after I got my first professional job. Unfortunately, once I got used to the relatively easy tax free income it made it really hard for me to focus on a more typical job that paid like 1/3 as much. But I ended up having a client that I saw often have a heart attack when I was with him. It was a pretty good indication that I needed to move forward with life. I had started sort of casually escorting the summer after my senior year of high school (when my parents sent me to Europe for a few months, but I managed to quickly blow through the money that had sent me with) and hopped onto the rentboy website in 1998. If I had to do it over again, I would have really run things much more professionally and kept at a few years more. I should have found someone to help with the scheduling side of things. Ironically, escorting managed to break up a relationship I was in 10 years after I had called it quits. I dated a fellow for years and we finally got to the moving in stage...and he found my box of frozen peas in the freezer that was still stuffed with 30k in cash I was trying to figure out how to turn into a downpayment for a mortgage. He knew I had escorted but something about seeing the cash made him completely freak out.

I usually don't have any interest in film festivals, but somehow I got on the Chicago gay film festival (called Reelings) mailing list...and for whatever reason hopped in to read the titles. One of them was called Sebastian and is the story of an escort in London. Having been an escort back in the 90s, I was curious and went...and it was superb. Beautiful lead actor, good plot line, and very true to life. Just enough nakedness to keep it spicy. I had several moments where I found myself holding my breath, as I had literally had the same experiences and kept having flashbacks to my early 20s. It portrays escorting without any sort of shame...just very true to life. The fellow is writing a book about escorting, whilst escorting....I keep thinking about pulling out my day planners from 1998 to 2002 and turning it into some short stories or something. SEBASTIAN TRAILER

Well, I'll chime in. I have quite a few airbnb units. Honestly, I'd not recommend any escort or masseur booking an airbnb unless the host is ok with your activities. You just never know what kind of host you will get and most will have major opinions about your hosting folks in their property. In particular avoid any host or charges extra guest fees, as those folks tend to be all about watching guests to make sure they are not sneaking in people to avoid guest fees. I'd have zero worries about hidden cameras, as they are just as likely to be in a hotel as an airbnb. If you are going to be blackmailed, it will be because the provider has recorded the encounter. You actually might want to check out misterb&b which is a more gay focused and sex positive platform to book spaces. With that said, as a former escort I am all about supporting the working boys and have a specific unit you are welcome to book. It's located in a fantastic neighborhood in Chicago called the Southport Cooridor and is a short walk away from the Halsted gay bar strip. It is in a large apartment building but has a private exterior door going into the unit from the sidewalk. I actually put in a small secondary bedroom so guys can have an extra place to actually sleep that is not the bed they are working on. Washer in unit and I will be happy to leave extra linens and towels for you. Not to mention, I might be very willing to barter a bit for masseurs 🙂 Escort friendly airbnb listing

As an airbnb host with properties within walking distance to market days, I always sort of dread the weekend. Even thought it is nice to see all the pretty boys, I always have at least 2-3 messy gays with drama that leads to all sorts of issues for me. And I always have to go in advance of the cleaning crew to make sure they won't be upset. This year, in about 20 properties, people left behind a lot of stuff that included a really nice shower shot, 3 incredibly tacky lace jockstraps, the largest bottle of poppers I have ever seen, and an entire Jeep full of sheets that were so bad I did not want the housekeepers to deal with them so I did it myself. I managed to not find one of those black ball shaped douche things....which the ladies apparently thought was used for ear cleaning, as it was in the lost and found log as 'limpiador de oidos' This year at least two of my properties were occupied by male performers who escorted all weekend. I recognized one guy when he booked and knew what was about to go on, so I put a waterproof mattress pad on the bed and left a pile of extra towels and bed linens. The guy living directly above the other unit called me late on Sunday, just to let me know an escort was in residence and had seen at least 20 people since he arrived on Friday and he feared that the bed was going to break and was just about done listening to 'fake moans of delight' and constant showers using all the hot water. Just the idea of 20 people in a 48 hour period makes my penis hurt...I do not know how a person can do that and really doubt the guys are getting a good time.

That makes me happy to hear....so many of those guys have so many issues as they go forward with life. If you care to, let him know a guy in Chicago remains a fan 🙂

Honestly, if I only have a few minutes to, um...relax myself...I watch the video of Zeb Atlas and Johnny Rapid as the boy scout. No idea why it gets me so steamed up. I hope that Zeb is enjoying his life these days and looks back on all of those awesome scenes fondly.

I ha so forgotten about 'Zsolt, the Hungarian"...he was such a sweet guy. For a minute he was working with another younger Hungarian guy who was also a waiter at a local diner...I still think about that encounter 20 years later.