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I love it. I like to go deep on a loose hole. I like to go deep on a tight hole, but I wear out faster.

I Several years ago, I went to Germany for an intensive German course at the Goethe Institut. I was amazed at how rapidly I improved when immersed in the language.

I would definitely look him up if I were in Denver.

I made my first visit to PS early this year and went again in April. It has really gotten under my skin. I don't do much - sit by the hotel pool and chat, read, go out for little walks, etc. but it feels very salutary. I'm going back for a 3rd time in October with my husband.

Attitudes have changed a lot on this since my younger days. Everybody now is fanatic about being squeaky clean - there are all kinds of videos on youtube about cleaning out, the right diet for a bottom, products for cleaning out, etc. It used to be seen as part of the territory - that it was unavoidable to an extent - you just freshen up and everybody gets over it.

If we're meeting in a nice hotel, I like to order lunch from room service

I don't have any problem using up two hours in just this way. A few months ago, I hired a wonderful Brazilian guy for my usual 2 hours. I didn't extend but I Iiked the guy so much that I could easily see a a longer appointment and/or maybe an overnight.

About the only recipe characteristic of the 70s was quiche. Most of the others are 50s-60s standards that kept turning up at family picnics and in the school cafeteria. The foods I find characteristic of the 70's were bland boring vegetarian dishes and granola. 70's granola was superb. I lived in Colorado at the time and there was a brand, manufactured right in the state called "Early Bird" granola. that was terrific.

I'm the same, I don't care

I never talk with providers about their other clients because (1) i'm not that interested and (2) I don't want to pressure the provider or encourage him to say things about other clients that he may regret or feel guilty about. There is one provider that I am quite friendly with and once with him I broke my own rule by asking him if he had any difficult clients. My respect for him was already high, but it went into the stratosphere when he answered. He answered "of course some clients are difficult, but I always remind myself that everybody is different." He didn't blow me off or make me feel awkward and he didn't say a single bad thing about any of his other clients. Afterwards, I felt bad for giving into the impulse and I really admired the grace with which he delivered his non-answer.

You don't know where she lives, but yes, no matter where she lives, she should certainly have a roommate. A colleague of mine, very well-known and respected in her profession, lived a nice life: single woman, nice house in Palo Alto, regular European travel, great car, etc. etc. Then, she came down with fibromyalgia and was so sick that she couldn't work anymore. It was a bitter pill, but she took in a roommate, cut out the European vacations, and cut out all the luxuries, etc.. What was particularly unfortunate was the the way the whole ordeal changed her. This strong confident woman became really whiny and self-pitying and difficult to be around. The illness and all the adjustments she had to make must have cratered her self-esteem.

According to the number above. I'm at the high end of being upper middle class. It just kind of happened - I never really had a plan, but I've lived sort of a charmed life - right place, right time sort or thing. Part of the right-place, right-time thing is that I've had some great mentors who told me where to go or what to do at some critical times and things just worked out. 35 years ago, when I first moved to San Francisco, at the gym one day, I was chatting with an older guy who lived in one of those spectacular houses on Buena Vista, just below Buena Vista Park. I asked him how he had managed to buy a place like that. He shrugged his shoulders and "Nothing special, really. Things just worked out." So, 35 years later, I have the same story.

And almost all of them are, but there is the occasional bad apple who is unusually resourceful at making improper use of the information you share. I don't lie to providers, I use my own name, but I definitely don't overshare with a guy who I don't know well.

He's one of my types - tall, lean, muscular. I think he's great.

He sounds great, but his rate would be a problem for me. The limited repertoire wouldn't justify a premium rate, but who knows - In person he might be so magnetic that I would pay happily.

I used to like a lot of variety. But I have moved toward having a circle of guys I know and like. My relationship with each of them is easy and friendly and just really pleasurable.

Re-reading this gave me an answer I've been searching for. Occasionally, I talk to young guys who ask me how I have stayed HIV negative for so long, as though there is some secret or special skill to it. I think the reason that they they find it so difficult, is that they don't feel that urgency around it that we did. They have never seen the grim reality of a world without effective antiviral meds.

Me???? Bottom shaming????? Nah. Colorful, yes. Judgemental, no. I often refer to myself as liking to take it in the ass (colorful). maybe lay off the manhattans before you post.

I don't doubt that these could be factors in making one more susceptible to infection, but the fact remains that, if you don't let men squirt cum up your ass, your chances of getting infected by HIV are, effectively, zero.

I made it through with a combination of dumb luck and learning to live with safe sex. When the first cases started to appear on either coast, I was living in Denver and it was common for people there to say "Oh, we'll never have to worry about that here." As someone with a biology degree and a healthcare background, I suspected it was only a matter of time until the first cases showed up in Denver, given the high mobility of young gay men, and, sure enough, they did. The early safe sex recommendations were so draconian that I decided I would rather do without and content myself with beating off. I think I got my first HIV test in 1986 and I was completely prepared for it to be positive, but it wasn't. Back then, the reality of AIDS was so horrible, that finding out I was negative was a huge motivator to keep making the right choices.

In theory, It wouldn't be an issue for me. Just because he P&P's doesn't mean he will be doing it with you. But, you just never know. I think I would pass him by unless he was spectacular.

Reminds me of my first French teacher in high school. I was surprised when I found she had never been to France - Montreal and Quebec, yes, but not France. What was interesting about her was that she had an excellent accent - almost like a native speaker. Since I learned my accent from her, all my life I have gotten compliments on my French accent. I owe it all to a teacher who had probably never been to Europe, which wasn't uncommon back then.

I dislike backwards baseball caps so much that they are almost repellent to me. Otherwise, I do like the "guy" aesthetic of a baseball cap, but there is also a time and a place. I think there is something wrong with a guy who lives in his baseball cap.

I like it all, and I LOVE taking it in the ass. That said, I've had the opportunity recently to give a couple girthy guys head and really enjoyed the experience, asking myself "Why have I never notice this before?"

And the things providers would find it useful to discuss with each other are things that they wouldn't necessarily want to give clients access to.