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Knock and leave the package works for me. Even though they are in a hurry, the UPS guys are always friendly and mannerly.

They can be seasonal. I have a circulatory problem in one leg because of multiple DVTs. In winter only, I have a major problem with cramping in that leg. Spring comes and the cramps disappear.

I didn't find physical therapy that helpful when I was rehabbing from spine surgery. I worked one-on-one with a Pilates instructor who had a rehab credential - much more useful.

I get brief glimpses of that world from time to time and it always astonishes me. Not long ago, I was looking at Masculine Jason's profile (https://rent.men/MasculineJason) and he had a photograph of a brand new Rolex on his wrist that a client had given him.

Limits to what?

This conversation reminds me of me thirty or so years ago. I used to like to ask drag queens and trans women very intrusive questions about themselves. Somehow, I thought that the fact that they were different entitled me to ask things of them that I would never ask anyone else. In one of those flashes of insight, I realized what an asshole I was being and felt terrible when I realized that I was assuming that they weren't entitled to the same privacy that everyone else is. This thread has that sort of feel. For the most part, personal income is off limits as a topic of discussion except among people who know each other very well (I don't know how much any of my siblings make), but somehow, it's OK when its escorts.

I accept age shaving as part of the territory. Either he looks good to me or he doesnt.

We may have read the post differently. I read it as multiple properties, as in income properties. You may have read it as multiple residences. Multiple income properties meant multiple cash flows. Multiple residences means multiple uncompensated mortgage payments.

It's a weird preoccupation.

I had a friend years ago who had red hair and blue eyes and was able to document sufficient native ancestry that he got a regular check for his share of the tribe's oil royalties.

A few, not very many. What you see a lot of are regularly scheduled sex parties.

The whole notion of "gay" businesses is kind of last century. There was actually, for a time, an "anything goes" bathhouse here in San Francisco, called the Sutra Bathhouse, on Valencia in the Mission- men, women, gay, bi, straight. I never went. I heard the clientele was mostly straight women looking to fuck gay guys.

I don't understand how the small ones make any money. I don't have a feel for how many private rooms a big place like the Steamworks has, but I imagine it is at least 100 and there is probably twice that number of lockers. As I said, the place is just chock full of men 24/7 and the rooms turn over constantly.

I think overhead is low. The buildings are usually warehouse or light industrial space. Building out to make into a bathhouse involves creating a bunch of little cubes from drywall and plywood. Put in a steam room and a spa and you're there. Some have gyms that are pretty nice. I went to the Steamworks in Berkeley a couple of years ago and I was impressed with their workout facility.

Actually, according to the New Yorker article, the mayor of AC is openly gay. He and his partner apparently did pretty well in nightclubs that served the casino trade in better times. They are now trying to promote AC as a gay destination.

That's the one.

Just skimmed an article from the New Yorker on AC's predicament. Not pretty. Detroit in miniature.

As far as I know, there are only two bathhouses in the Bay Area- Steamworks in Berkeley and Water Garden in San Jose. Both have been there for decades, both are big, nice, well-run places, and both are busy 24/7. Can't believe they aren't profitable. Part of the reason that those places are so busy is that bathhouses are not permitted in San Francisco, so if you live in SF, you have to go to Berkeley or San Jose if you want to go to a bathhouse. The barriers to entry for new players must be formidable because there haven't been any new entrants in the Bay Area. Part of that would be that space is so expensive here.

In San Francisco, the airport Travelodge is pretty cheap. It's really a toilet, though.

I can't describe it, but it isn't at all like armpit odor. All I can say is that it's a very male odor. I smell like crotch in the morning before I shower. It's a sweaty smell without the sharpness of armpit odor.

I guess there are deadbeats and there are deadbeats.

I used to think that my uncle was a deadbeat until I thought things through recently. He never worked very much and his family got by on a small disability pension from a WWII injury. He was hit by a truck as a young man and seriously injured. He was hospitalized for months. One of his legs was so badly injured that his doctors wanted to amputate. He refused to let them remove the leg. That leg gave him problems for his entire life. He wore a leg brace and even with the brace had a bad limp. One time, he got a union construction job that paid very well. He had to quit after a few months because he just couldn't handle it. Everyone thought he was lazy. And it occurred to me like a thunderclap only recently that he was handicapped and that he may have been doing the best he could.

Pharmaceutically-produced methamphetamine is available by prescription, brand name Desoxyn, for narcolepsy and severe attention deficits.

Ephedrine, although a stimulant is not an amphetamine. It is an amine. I believe it is a precursor substance in at least some synthesis processes for meth.