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Sounds very sexy.

Now and again, I think for a few minutes that it would be nice. Little Latin boys about two or three years old melt my heart, but it freezes up again as soon as they're out of sight.

I think beeswax melts at a lower temperature than paraffin.

I've done it. I find it very erotic.

When it first came out, this study made big news. According to this guy's numbers, ancients lived with a 15% probability of dying a violent death. Today, the probability of dying as a result of violence is miniscule. https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/the-decline-of-violence/

I lived in Germany in the 70s, when there were lots of guest-workers in Germany from southern Europe and Turkey. A lot of the Turks were single men, or they were married and had wives and families back in Turkey. They tended to congregate in places like parks and train stations. It was a pretty simple thing to pick up a Turk for a quickie in one of these places. I never did. I was very attracted to a lot of them, but I was afraid of them.

Definitely a great read. I might have read it three times. But I don't know if I would rely on it as an authoritative source.

I worked on a project cataloging a collection that had been donated to the Gay and Lesbian Center at the San Francisco Public Library. I remember coming across a fascinating study looking at homosexual activity in CCC camps during the Depression. Supposedly, there was a lot of homosexual activity in hobo encampments in the US in the early 20th century. I know a guy who spent a few years in prison. He told me that sexual activity between guys in prison is indeed extremely common. He said when he was being in-processed, he noticed a big sign on the wall urging inmates to report incidents of sexual assault.

Some guys don't like it. End of story. There's nothing to do but respect that. And I do think it is something of an acquired taste. Long ago, I had a FB and the only thing he seemed to like was beating off while I rimmed him. Initially it seemed like a one-sided arrangement, but I began to notice that the more I did it, the more I liked it, so after a while, I was perfectly happy licking his ass while he stroked.

Hose out after you evacuate.

Oh, come on. It's just not that hard. This is the sort of ritual a fisting bottom uses, but for plain ol' anal, it just isn't necessary. Take metamucil AM and PM the day before. Avoid things like popcorn and nuts. Hose out well.

The aerial images of burned neighborhoods look like pictures of Hiroshima after the bomb.

What about this? https://www.bespokematchmaking.com

I bet you do. Young subs bring out a Pygmalion streak in my personality.

If you hang out on the right hookup sites, you may receive offers of marriage, or offers to be your slave or your boy for life.

Important information, glad to know. I sang in the boys' choir in the episcopal church. Loved it-one of the most important experiences of my childhood.

"according to the Oxford English Dictionary, "gift" has been used as a verb for nearly 400 years."

I agree that most people probably don't use irony much in day-to-day speech. I'm one who does, and it used to get me in big trouble until I learned to be more mindful of my audience.

I think "I could care less" is correct usage. It is an ironic way of saying "I couldn't care less." i·ro·ny1 ˈīrənē/ noun the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.

I'm a bit obsessed with it. Time stops for me when I have my face in a man's ass.

One cat eats almost nothing- his favorite food is the grain- free kibble we've fed him since he was a kitten. The other eats nearly everything. My partner, when he finishes some soup or chili, gives this cat the bowl to clean out. He lucks it clean no matter what was in it.

I have never once spent time with an escort who who texted or checked his phone during our time together. At the end of the session, while I'm showering and dressing, they often do, but I have no issue with that.

Yes, I moved here in 1990 and it was still in business. I went once or twice, but it was very quiet.

A throwback to the epidemic. There was a sex club here in SF, where the only sexual activity allowed was masturbation...San Francisco Jacks, I think it was called.

I imagine some would get too attached.