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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.

Believe it or not, even though I spent three years in Germany, I never visited Munich.

A long time ago, I worked for a small financial journal. On the same floor in our office building, there was a company that had just developed a new personality test or psychological inventory and they were introducing it to the market. They asked me if I would like to take their test, and I said,"sure." When they evaluated my test, they said their impression from the test was that I was an extremely shy person working very hard at compensating for my shyness. I didn't say anything, but I thought that they had really nailed me. I was always grateful to have received this bit of information about myself.

We used to go to Berlin occasionally. We would take the duty train from Frankfurt. The train left Frankfurt at around 10PM and arrived in Berlin at 8A or so. The only thing I remember about the food in Berlin was the food trucks - they called them "Schnellimbisse." It was mostly sausage and ethnic food like Shashlik. And the breakfast at the Pension was usually pretty good.

When I was in the Army, I was stationed at the American hospital in Heidelberg. It was actually in a suburb of Heidelberg, in a town called Rohrbach. The restaurants and the Gasthauses in that part of town were just outstanding. It seemed impossible to get a bad meal. When somebody rotated back to the States, it was customary for all of their friends and colleagues to take them out to dinner at their choice of place. A friend asked me to take him to the Hotel Ritter - one of the nicest hotels in Heidelberg. I gulped and said "OK." It was a lot of fun. We had Chateaubriand, carved tableside and some sort of flaming dessert. I remember the check was 90.00 Marks - about $30.00 - big money in the 70s.

I like to stack em. 5-10 of Cialis and 50 of viagra