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No, I just said I was full.

I spent my adolescence in Rochester NY. Hateful straight folks often use the expression "pousty" referring to gay men. Never heard it anywhere else. I googled it and its Greek. Interesting, because one never thinks of Rochester as being Greek, although most of the coffee shop restaurants used to be Greek-owned.

I worked at a gas station in high school. A few guys were talking about how fast they could cum. One older guy said that he was "slower than shit on a sandpaper roof." I don't know if it's a localism, but that is the one time in my life I heard that expression.

I don't have an opinion about Chicago. I have never been, except to change planes. I will say that I spent my early childhood in western New York, which is a strange hybrid of the midwest and the northeast.

I think it's generally a Midwestern expression. I worked with a guy from Wisconsin who used it. I think I've heard it from Minnesotans. I adopted it myself years ago because I thought it was an interesting expression.

I'm in SF.

I'm imagine that's it. You know Kaiser-a protocol for everything. I've never been able to interest myself in liver enzymes so I can't tell the difference between them or why they would order one over the other.

It might be overkill. In my 3-month panel, I get serum creatinine and one liver enzyme (don't remember which one).

I find his youtube vids on personal grooming very useful. I learned how to trim my pubes from him and I loved his vid on clipping your stomach hair to emphasize your happy trail.

I was blocked by an escort once. He only wanted to be contacted by text, and he only wanted people to contact him by text who were ready to hire. I wasn't ready to hire, so he blocked me. I was upset about it for at least five minutes.

To me, an hour is a quickie.

Some would consider them PNP, others not. To me, PNP is hard drugs - meth, ecstacy, K, G - that sort of thing.

But isn't it possible to have that boundary without judging? Sort of like, "It just doesn't work for me?"

I know the 70s are remote in time to men 30 or 40 years younger than I. Back then, everybody pnp'd. Not so much on meth, but MDA, a forerunner to ecstasy. I've done my share of MDA. I tried meth-not my cup of tea. IN THEORY, I would still pnp. But even back then, it took me a couple days to recover from a party. Now, I imagine the recovery time would be more like a week. I would think twice about throwing away a week of my life for a night of substance-enhanced sex. The cost/benefit analysis doesn't make sense.

Given what you say, I could believe that imaging might not be able to be relied on as gold-standard evidence for efficacy, but it seems foolish to dismiss it entirely, especially when the practitioner relying on the imaging is one of considerable skill and experience and is presumably familiar with its limitations. Doctors rely on imperfect diagnostic methods all the time. part of relying on them is recognizing their limitations.

She's not who I went to, although I called her. I went to an osteopath who specializes in sports medicine.

His were in the lumbar spine. I don't know the name of his doctor. There's a woman here in the Bay area who is semi-famous in the field of proliferative therapies. She was a student of the guy who originally developed the treatments. She has a clinic in the East bay with a 3-month waiting list. Her fee for the initial consultation is $500.00.

But when a positive outcome is objectively documented by imaging, it is either the treatment that brought it about, perhaps with some assistance from the placebo effect, or it is a miracle cure. I'm happy with either.

Guy Pierce, even now that he's an old guy.

Europeans used to call me exotic. Even though, as far as I know, my ancestry is 100% northern European, I look like I might be bi-racial. Asians think I'm part Asian, blacks think I'm part black, and so on. So European men would tell me I had an exotic look.

It wasn't that long ago. There may still be people around who could confirm or refute. My sister-in-law's partner was a small child when the Russians were sweeping westward at the end of the war. She remembers frantically scraping together a few clothes and belongings and making a mad dash for the last train out before the Russians captured their town.

Truthfully I've noticed that. I'm actually inspired by how I sound on a terrific piano.

I don't think most people are dumb enough to think that buying a new Steinway piano is a good investment. But those salespeople in Steinway dealerships are ruthless, they'll say anything to get the money. Once, in a Steinway dealership, a saleswoman told me that I needed a new Steinway to develop further as a musician -that my instrument was holding me back. There might be a little truth to the notion that a poor instrument holds someone back, but the obvious solution isn't to drop a pile of money on a brand new Steinway.

The average middle class home would be much more likely to have an enormous entertainment center than a Boesendorfer grand piano.

There was objective evidence of it having worked-the imaging. As you said, it's not your area, so anything you may have say about it is mere speculation.