Rudynate

This post shows how things have changed over the years. Time was when the better question to ask would have been, "Who hasn't gone to a public cruising site?"

A few decades ago, that wouldn't have seemed that shocking - a little out there, maybe, but not outrageous. But, alas, times change. I think it was a better time when people were more tolerant of edgy behavior like public sex.

I don't mind if escorts solicit me. With previous hires, it's definitely OK, but even cold calls are OK with me.

There is a huge segment of the population that hasn't yet gotten the message that the old rules no longer apply. And they have problems making it in today's world. Those that got the message and took action on it have thrived. In the early 90s, I worked at a biotech startup in South San Francisco. They were adopting a new management structure and we had to sit through endless information sessions and orientations in preparation. I got two tidbits from those sessions that have served me well. The first one was management's recommendation that we learn to take an entrepreneurial attitude in performing our jobs. The second was that we should regard the experience we were acquiring there as part of our compensation. The meta-message I got from those two tips was, "We don't owe you a thing. You are expendable." I have allowed that meta-message to guide me ever since and it has never failed me.

With me, it's a fantasy of long standing - one of my most potent - fucking a studly muscleman with a vagina. The mere thought of it makes me hard. I have no explanation for it. And I don't really want to demean it by coming up with an amateur psychoanalytic dissection of it. It's simply a part of who I am. I'm really psyched that there's a good possibility that I can realize that fantasy.

I don't need a lot of chat. A nice hug and a little tease of a kiss and it's off to the races.

I have always been amazed at what people can get surgeons to do if they are persistent. I'm reminded of the French body modification artist ORLAN. Not only did she talk plastic surgeons into doing all sorts of outlandish procedures on her, she managed to convince them to donate their services in the name of art.

We ended up having quite an involved chat. I really enjoyed it and am looking forward to seeing him in a few months. Hes really into bodybuilding.

Tentatively, were planning a date in July in LV.

I've exchanged a few more emails with Pret-a-Porter. He is not trans or MTF. He is not planning any further surgery and considers himself fully a man, albeit a man with surgically-created vagina.

These are touchy questions and need to be asked carefully. A long time ago, on a volunteer gig, I got to know a MTF trans very well - well enough so that I could ask her all the nosy questions I had about being a post-op trans, but that I thought were intrusive to ask of someone that I didn't know well. She was an open book. One of the things I had always wondered, was "What is it like waking up from the surgery and realizing that your dick is gone?" I asked her that and she said she didn't really remember but probably it was something to the effect of "Thank goodness its gone."

Yes, I contacted him just to say hi. I didn't want to waste his time because he's in LV and I'm in SF. Just found out yesterday that I will be in LV for a contest in July, so I'm going to hit him up again.

Not what I meant. If you are reflexively choosing a viewpoint in opposition to the celebrity's viewpoint just because he/she is a celebrity (and you don't allow yourself to be swayed be celeb endorsements), then you have no more intellectual freedom than if you had slavishly adopted the celebrity's viewpoint.

Or he just hasn't had the top surgery yet.

People into astrology give a lot of weight to the moon sign and the ascendent, maybe even more than the sun sign.

A hug and a kiss is a great icebreaker.

Frequently. Sometimes a guy with ordinary looks has a certain "something" that gets me hard. I used to not have sex with these guys because they had failed my checklist, but a few years ago, I decided that was kind of stupid and started paying more attention to the way I felt around him and less to my checklist. I'm glad I learned that lesson.

My first semester as an undergrad at the University of Colorado cost, I think $180.00. I just wrote a check for it. When I started graduate school, I was going to apply for financial aid, but the line was too long at the financial aid office, so I decided to put it on a credit card instead. I put my entire master's degree on a credit card. Total cost? Around $5k. I paid it off in about two years.

In the early 20th century, cheerleaders tended to be men.

one time, I went to a massage guy who had really thick hair in his arm pits. We got into some serious play and I had my face right up in his pits. He had worked up a real sweat during the massage, and I was able to suck the sweat right out of those hairy armpits. One of the nicest experiences ever.

I sent him a hello message. I find him a dream come true-a muscleboy with a vagina. Plus he's Asian.I get weak in the knees over Asian muscleboys. Told him I thought he was gorgeous. He responded right away thanking me for the compliment. It would be great if he stopped his transition right there. But alas he probably will go all the way. I hope he doesn't before I get a chance to spend time with him.

A few years ago, I belonged to a business networking group for a year and I volunteered to be a greeter - did it for nearly the entire year. I really enjoyed greeting people and shaking hands and saying "nice to see you" and helping guests get their bearings. In a short time, I got very comfortable working a room.

We celebrate both. We went on our first date on Columbus Day of 1992. We always go out to dinner on or around Columbus day. We got married on December 29. We usually go way for a couple days to celebrate that.

You can always count on Papa Tony to play thread cop.

One time, I booked weeks in advance. Probably 3 weeks before the appointment, I came down with a bad cold. Usually, when I get a bad cold like that, I'm down with it for weeks. I thought about it for a couple of days, then, knowing my history, decided that the only thing to do was cancel. This was 2-3 weeks before the appointment. The escort was very snotty about it. I've often been tempted to reveal his name on this forum, but so far have taken the high road, just like Michelle says to do.