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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.

When I a was kid, my uncle and his wife visited a lot. They were very country and decidedly working class. My aunt had two younger brothers who were both thuggish-looking country boys and they both wore Wellington boots. Both guys were sort of like the guys you would see running the amusements at the county fair. They also wore dirty denim jackets. Those Wellington boots gave me a raging boner. I looked forward to seeing those guys mostly because of the Wellington boots, but both also had sideburns, waaay long before sideburns were a thing. They only looked rough though. Both were quiet and polite and never said much.

Oh Yeah!!

I will be there.

To me it is "mild" vs. "wild." "Mild" to me means affectionate, romantic, etc. "Wild" means edgy, piggy, kinky, exploitive.

Agreed - he doesn't look Arab or Persian.

I would never stay at INNdulge again. When I saw my lousy room, I went straight back to the office and said I would be checking out in the morning. Got a room at the Renaissance and had a very pleasant (if expensive) stay. Had the same full-service masseur visit me twice.

He keeps a low profile.

Im going to be attending this year for the first time ever. A friend will accompany me who I am guessing will cause quit a stir. he's fairy new to the business and is utterly charming very very fit and drop-dead handsome. I'm hoping his debut at the weekend will give his career an auspicious boost.

My grandmother had a fairly illustrious lineage - interesting when you consider the fact that she was an ordinary farm wife in upstate New York. She was a direct descendent of Walter Palmer - a founder of the Massachusetts Bay Colony and she had two Revolutionary War heroes in her lineage - both from the Babcock family.

I have checkbooks for three separate checking accounts. A few months ago, I wrote a check for the first time, literally, in years. I only did that because it was an exceptional circumstance in which sending a check seemed easiest.