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In some locales, wearing fragrance is considered sort of yesterday and unsophisticated. For example, here in San Francisco, of somebody wearing cologne, people might say, "He wears COLOGNE," the subtext being "OMG, that's so out of it!" It's considered sort of fussy and something out of the heartland.

A friend of mine really did have to go to the ER to have a dildo retrieved from his ass.

No, I don't own one and I never would. If I had an occasion to dress up, I would wear a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie. Since tuxedos have become such a common uniform in the hospitality industry, a nice suit actually seems dressier to me.

The Turk Street Y was rooms-only. There was a little corridor that connected it to the Golden Gate Y, which also had rooms, pool, gymnasium and workout facilities. I must be dating myself. Whenever I mention the Turk Street Y, nobody seems to remember it.

The Turk Street Y was pretty active too. I used to stay there when I visited SF.

I don't always think on my feet.

Speech and language have enormous power, more than many people appreciate. Common words, like "patient," are loaded with implied meaning that has the power to shape ones experience without a person even realizing it.

It went exactly like that.

Beautiful.

I'm enthralled with dangerous-looking guys- bikers, guys with jailhouse tatts, laborers. I've never acted on it but I came close once. I hired a laborer to trim the trees and he was pretty hot. I could just tell that he wanted to have sex. He asked to come in and use the bathroom and I followed him into the bathroom. We dropped trou and he had a big uncut dick, but I saw that his shorts were full of skid marks and it grossed me out, so I backed out.

I've found differences between an A4A rate and a RM rate. I contact the guy through the site with the lower quoted rate.

I almost always do incalls, occasionally I host at a hotel. At a hotel, I always leave the cash out in sight. Incalls are interesting. I have the cash ready in my pocket and I have a tip ready, separate from the payment, but then we usually get into it pretty quickly after I arrive, so I forget about putting the cash out. When we're wrapping up, I leave it out in plain sight. One of my quirks is that I don't like to just leave the cash by the bed. I like to leave it someplace nice. So if there's a desk or a nice plate on a dresser where he leaves his change and his keys, I leave it there. Its never been a problem. I have, on occasion, handed him the cash directly, but its weird, so I would rather not.

Most of these guys are products. I'm more more interested in people, although I do have a thing for Brian Bonds and Boomer Banks.

Where did your definition of bathing in jello come from?

"Sex work" adds a layer of abstraction to "prostitution." What is amusing in that?

Get out more.

I always wondered whether it was maybe a gay urban myth that you couldn't leave the house without getting fistfuls of phone numbers. I never tried to get phone numbers particularly because whenever somebody gave me a number, I just let it lay on a table or dresser, without calling them, until I eventually threw it away.

The gardens at Versailles are splendid

It's a pretty outmoded expression that is rarely heard any more. Even when Fran Liebowitz wrote Metropolitan Life, it was falling into disuse. It harks back to the days of the Mary queens in the 50s-60s, and smacks of self-oppression.

Right - I was adding some additional positive input to underscore yours.

He has a fair number of positive reviews, both here and on RM, and although not very active, he is a member here.

"Creativity loves constraints."

Somebody already thought of it. In the novel "The Painted Bird," a young refugee wandering around post-war Eastern Europe got thrown into a cesspool full of human shit by a bunch of peasants.

One time, I picked up an exterminator in a park. He was a little guy, with beautiful tight muscles like a gymnast, and dumb as a post. The sex was uncommonly good. He was very submissive, whatever I wanted, he was totally into it. The fact that he was so dim made it even hotter and I was uncomfortable seeing that side of myself.

Exactly.