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The OP says he's experiencing upper respiratory symptoms. That would suggest he's being exposed to an allergen.

Good point. Im reminded of those teflon TMJ prosthetics that the FDA pulled from the market in the 80s. They were little teflon discs. Turned out they couldn't withstand the load they were subjected to in the TMJ and shredded. Tiny shreds of teflon made their way throughout the persons body through the lymphatic system. The people developed giant cell tumors. Some committed suicide they were so miserable.

I'm alive and well.

i wonder how silicone oil would be?

As a really little kid, I remember being lifted into and out of the rides by the operators - they were always extremely rough-looking young men with tatts who looked like they hadn't showered in awhile- at that tender age I was already attracted to rough trade.

Rubber sheet - toss it into the washing machine to clean up.

I used to really be into that. We would get covered with baby oil and slip and slide and suck and fuck. My partner and I have a rubber sheet and we tried it once. He didn't like it. He found the feeling of being covered with oil icky. I would do it again, slipping and sliding against a sexy guy is great.

I spent my early childhood in a small town in a rural part of New York. We went to the county fair every year. We did everything-rides, side show, crappy food, games, 4-H exhibits, livestock show, all of it. My cousins lived in an even more rural part of the state and they showed their cows every year-sometimes we went to their county fair. They would stay overnight, sleeping in a sleeping bag in the stall with their animals. It was the high point of their year. It took months to get an animal into show condition.

I haven't done it in a long time, but in sex clubs i used to go after guys with extra full pecs and I would suck their nipples as though they were nursing me. Another one of those things that just put me into a trance. They usually thought it was pretty hot too.

Both times I visited Tijuana, I had lunch. Both times it was in decent sit-down restaurants. I didn't get sick, although I was fearful of it.

Milorganite is an amazing lawn fertilzer. You're not supposed to use it for food crops because of the heavy metal content. Another down side is that there is a faint odor of sewage for a few days after applying.

I would agree -perfection.

It used to do that when I was a young man. I used to enjoy the way it felt when he scrubbed his whiskers against my face - I would never say "no, it gives me a rash." But I always paid for it with a rash. Then, trying to shave with the rash aggravated the rash, so I had to take a break from shaving for day or two. At some point, my skin stopped being so sensitive. Don't remember exactly when.

Thanks for the info. I'm very interested in the area.

Men with sparse or patchy beards should just accept that its not a good look for them. If a guy has the right distribution of facial hair a scruff or closely trimmed beard always looks good. I didn't used to like it on older guys, but I've developed a taste for it. I have a heavy beard and go around with a 2 or 3 day growth. I don't think about whether it ages me or not. At 66, I'm almost (not quite) beyond caring about how old I look. A new client complimented me just the other day. He said, "You look really strong." He's a martial arts instructor and looks pretty strong himself, so I took it as a deep compliment.

I like watching a big dick disappear into a vagina. Many years ago, there was a mostly straight star named Johnny Hardin with an incredibly big dick. I loved his films. I don't watch porn much of any variety. My partner and I sometimes use it to set the mood.

I visited there a couple times in the 90s. At the time you could take the trolley from downtown San Diego to El Cajon, where there was a border crossing that you just walked through. The main tourist street is AvenIda Revolucion and it is lined with pharmacies and souvenir stores selling the usual stuff-sombreros, alabaster chess sets, velvet paintings. The squalor was depressing. Even though the US is only a few minutes away, the poverty hits you in the face. There is grime and dirt everywhere. My most persistent memory of Tijuana was of a man I saw on the street a few blocks off of Revolucion. He had lost both legs above the knee and didn't have prosthetic limbs. He got around by limping around on his stumps. At the end of the stumps, these huge callouses had formed that resembled an elephants feet. I am curious about Rosarita, a beach community south of Tijuana with a large expat community.

And I just saw microfiber sheets that are supposed to keep you cool. A queen set was ~$30.00.

If you want synthetic blend sheets you have to spend down and look in places like Walmart and kmart.

I was also tempted to name them.

That's true. 17 or 18 years ago, I bought a couple of arts & crafts style end tables at Crate & Barrel for $100.00 each. They're still solid; the finish looks nice; the cleaning lady polishes them from time to time. All they have to do is sit there, look nice and hold a lamp.

Rod and Rob. (jk)

The only music group I felt passionate enough about to acquire all their albums was the Moody Blues.

Reminds me of a gay bar I went in a few times in Germany. It was in the city of Zweibruecken, which is very close to the French border. It was called "Chez Madame." And in fact, there was a "Madame," a German woman who pretended to be French. You rang the doorbell. Madame would look out through a peekhole and then let you in, and welcome you in as though you were coming into her home. And she spoke only French. She wore a long hostess gown and the place was sort of fake elegant. The way you met people there was to ask Madame to introduce you. It was the oddest thing I have ever seen. The crowd was really mixed. Lots of Germans and also lots of French guys.

LMAO- that's funny.