Rudynate

People tend not to appreciate the difference between information and knowledge. Highly-informed lay people think they "know." But they don't. They just have a lot of information floating around in their heads. Professionals, with their years of training and experience, "know."

There is an exercise that might be helpful, although I agree that spot reduction is probably impossible- dumbell pullovers. They're supposed to be good for developing the serratus muscles -those "fingers" that interlace so beautifully with the intercostal muscles.

I read once that spine surgery is almost as big an insult to the system as open heart surgery. It only stands to reason that you should prepare your system for that challenge. Besides, why not live a little before you face the challenge?

He divides his time between Switzerland and northern California. Haven't seen him advertise in awhile. He's really attractive - tall, slender handsome black guy.

I had a memorable massage from a masseur who is also into BDSM. The massage itself was very sensual in a different kind of way - it was an acupressure type of body work, working with energy flows and that sort of thing. Good practitioners in this type of work can produce startling woo - woo effects and he was very good. He had me stand in the middle of the room as he worked on me, triggering all sorts of pleasant sensations as he identified blockages and misdirected flows. At one point, I spontaneously got an enormous erection that lasted and lasted, as he was working on me. The whole session lasted 90 minutes and I felt wonderful at the end. All the gentle movements from his fingertips felt incredibly good. We finished the massage on the bed in the hotel room. He surprised me by flipping me on my stomach and holding me down and fucking me with his 9-inch dick. It was a great afternoon.

What to do with the aging population? They actually don't want much - just to be allowed to age in place. They don't wasn't assisted living facilities that resemble luxury hotels, they don't want to be on a perpetual cruise or to be spending their days playing shuffleboard. They just want to live a life as normal as possible and to stay close to family and friends. When I was in law school, I took an elective called healthcare law. There was a whole unit just on elder law. I remember reading in the text that the bias we have in the US toward delivering elder care in institutional settings is unique to the US. They said the same care can be provided in a person's home for 20% of what it costs to provide it in institutional settings like assisted living facilities. I have never tried to verify that statistic, but I have never forgotten it either.

I could imagine it, depending on the bears. Certain musclebears make me weak in the knees. And I get a boner at the mere knowledge that a guy weighs 200+.

There was a famous freeway stop around Vacaville called the "Nut Tree" that is no longer there. When you went into the restaurant there were greeters wearing uniforms that resembled nurse uniforms. They always made me think of the greeters in Soylent Green who walked people to the reception desk to sign up to be offed.

I had some sort of substitute burger, probably beyond beef, at a restaurant a few weeks ago. I thought it was excellent. The taste wasn't completely convincing but I was juicy and overall very good. It was close enough so that if one was motivated, it would be a reasonable substitute for real burgers. My favorite lunch or casual dinner has been a burger and fries for years. My bodybuilding coach encourages me to have a burger and fries as a cheat meal every couple of weeks. I'm thinking seriously about the substitute burger. This is only the first wave of convincing meat substitutes. I'm eager to see what develops in the next few years. It all reminds me of some futuristic novel I read long ago that was very similar to Brave New World. Only the very wealthy ate real meat. Everyone else ate "syntho-steaks."

He has scores of positive reviews. I attempted to contact him once, got no response. Ill probably try again. I would love to have that muscleman working on me.

I worked at a noted French restaurant called the Quorum in Denver when I went to school there. It was the sort of place where important people tended to turn up. I'm not certain that having waited on a celebrity counts as having met them, but I waited on Tammie Wynette, Anthony Quinn, Werner Klemperer. Judy Collins, Chogyam Trungpa, OJ. I also waited on Checkers Smaldone, the local mob boss and his son Gino. Checkers had a bullet crease in his skull.

There isn't that much to it then - cheesy foreskin, maybe smelly feet. I like sweaty smelling guys, but I suppose severely in need of a shower would be raunchy. A few years ago, I was cruising a sexy daddy at the gym and then I got a noseful of his sweat-it was like being downwind from a billy goat. I just thought the only way you could stand to have sex with him would be to smell just like him. You'd have to get his sweat all over you as quickly as possible.

One term I have never understood is "raunch." What do guys mean when they say they are into raunch? Or "extreme raunch?" Do they mean they are into dirty activities or nasty activities?

Its always nice to hear of good outcomes like this.

It might be different for aging gay men because we've faced the reality that there may not be friends or family in a position to care for us, so it's more of a deliberate choice. Nobody "put" us there.

Aka "independent living community" The thing I've noticed about elder housing is that, no matter how nice it is, none of the residents want to be there. My husband and his sibs found a beautiful place for their mom-it was like a luxury hotel. They literally had to sell the family farm in order to finance it. Yet she never stopped saying that she just wanted to go home. We found an excellent place for my mom, affiliated with Emory University. She managed to tolerate it by spending her time plotting her escape.

I think it is Fountain Grove. There was a hotel of the same name close by that burned to the ground.

Toronto is one of my favorite cities. I've been visiting there since I was in high school and just keep going back. Just about my favorite gay bar of all time was in Toronto, the St. Charles Bar.

My father's cousin was Mayor of Emporia many years ago.

I have a lot of relatives in Emporia KS-very pretty town. Pretty conservative, I suspect.

My husband and I are pretty content in the SF Bay area. But we also toy with the idea of leaving the state. If we did leave, we would probably go to New Mexico-Albuquerque most likely.

In Phoenix, they actually have a "monsoon season" with high temps AND high humidity. High 90s and humidity so high that there's condensation on the windows is no fun.

One needs some relief from the 110-degree summer days in PHX.

I LIKE it.