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I take a prescription blood thinner and I'm very susceptible to bleeding. I let the provider know in advance and ask him to let me know if he sees any blood. If yes, I look to see how much. If im not comfortable with the amount, we take a break or maybe stop altogether.

The world is full of people like that. The only remedy is a thick hide.

Timewaster. Timewasters are often nice people who mean well but they're still timewasters. I get an amazing number of calls from timewasters and I have become ruthless in dealing with them. Some have sad stories indeed, but the bottom line is if they can't pay my fee, I don't want to talk with them. Sometimes they are so determined to be heard that the only way to get rid of them is to hang up on them. I tell them that I have to get back to work and that I'm going to hang up and then I do.

Stephen Summers is great - it makes me think of Isherwood and Auden hanging out and having fun in pre-war Europe. Stephen Summers might have been their buddy.

You're paying them - they're supposed to be pleasing you.

I'm a vers client. I have never hired a bottom escort - only top or vers. There is a guy I've been looking at who is so much my type in looks, build, etc. that I'm considering hiring him, even though he's a bottom. I think I would start with an hour to test the chemistry.

I have been having great unpaid sex with men of average appearance - neither homely nor drop-dead gorgeous. It's really satisfying - enough, so that, I thought I might be done hiring. I have been looking at RM again with an eye toward finding particular types of men or particular experiences to satisfy moods and whims that it would be difficult to do with random unpaid partners.

I like feeling like I can completely be myself around an escort.

Dunno. It only happened in situations involving a lot of sexual tension-special attractions, accompanied by a sort of longing.

As a young man, I occasionally got chills when a man I was strongly attracted to first touched me. I took it as a sign that I was about to have a great time.

Time was when going commando was the rule rather than the exception. When I get nostalgic for those free-wheeling days, I dispense with underwear, sometimes for days at a time.

It also seems that she was disparaging an arena of life in which she had no experience or success in order to make herself feel better about her lack of experience and success.

It's unusual, but I sometimes wear the same pair two days in a row. If yesterday's pair doesn't smell like crotch or butt, I might wear it for another day.

There are certain iconic area codes like 415 that sort of ask for a definite article

I was just only there a few times. First time was in 1975 I think

We never talked about it. When he told me could take care of himself, I thought, "Ok, he's been warned." He was my trainer for a long time. He was so flakey financially, that he kept offering me fabulous deals on training in order to raise cash. It got so that I was only paying him $20.00/hr." I never would do an arrangement like that again. It got so he resented me because he owed me all those hours of training. I've talked with my current trainer about trading training for legal services. I would do an hour-for-hour trade if we ever do it, even though the market value of my time is a lot more than it is for his time.

My first trainer was a young straight guy, very hunky, pretty naive and perpetually short of money. He got involved with a group like this. It started out as auditioning to model street clothes. Then it progressed to modeling speedos and underwear. At that point, I said, "Be careful." Then it progressed to taking a dose of viagra before a modeling session so his package would be more prominent. At that point, I said ,"Don't go back. You'll end up on a casting couch or acting in a porno film." He told me that he could take care of himself and I never heard anymore about it. He might have realized I was right.

Known as "docking." One of the sexiest things there is that two men do together.

I think that's key. I never thought about it before until I started going to Santa Clara every week to work with my trainer. The south bay is THICK with bodybuilders. Until I saw a place with a lot of bodybuilders, I didn't notice that there are very few in San Francisco.

Not sure whether a stripper bar and a gym are close enough analogs to make a prediction of success in one place based on actual success in the other place.

Its always been easy for me because I like going to the gym and I enjoy training. I got my first gym membership when I was about 22 and I've been going ever since. Even though I like training a very large part of my romance with gyms and health clubs is that I love being around sweaty men. That low-level erotic charge is very energizing.

Agreed. If I could actually afford sponsorship, I might feel differently about it.

I can't really imagine anyone bothering to notice an old guy wandering with a hundred-dollar bill tucked behind his ear.

I don't think its anything I would ever do. I could imagine myself being pretty free with gifts and such with the right guy, but sponsorship is unlikely

An escort on RM asked me if I would be interested in sponsoring him.