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Having lived in Colorado for 15 years, I have a special fondness for that region - Colorado, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, New Mexico, Nevada, parts of Arizona - Flagstaff, Sedona. The only way you could handle Phoenix or Tucscon would be to summer over somewhere else. The popular Phoenix escort Don Blueyes (retired) used to do that. He stayed home in the winter servicing all the snowbirds and traveled in the summer.

Gives me the willies - retiring and keeping myself busy doing volunteer gigs, learning flower arranging, taking classes at the Alliance Francaise.

The whole idea of moving someplace else when I retire doesn't appeal to me. I love Northern California, wouldn't really live anyplace else, except possibly New Mexico. If we leave San Francisco, we will probably settle in Sonoma or Ukiah.

It's one of my all-time favorite places. I've been visiting there since the 70s.

George Clooney is about the only celebrity I have found so captivating that I actually wanted to meet him. So, if I could hire him, I would in a heartbeat.

I was talking with an escort who lives there about Wilton Manor. He referred to it as the Palm Springs of the southeast. He recommended that I visit, thought I would have a good time.

Sure, they're awful. But with the local anesthesia, and lube pushed into your dick with a blunt-tip syringe, it's a completely different experience. Also, my uro is an old guy, so he's probably done thousands of cystos and can do them with his eyes closed.

No, I wasn't worried about getting a boner. I just laid there enjoying the feeling of the scope snaking around inside of my bladder, wondering if the doc had any idea I was actually enjoying the whole thing. He's a good guy, I always enjoy seeing him.

I really enjoyed a cystoscopy from my straight uro once. He used a local and lots of lube pushed into my urethra, so it was virtually painless. Without the pain, the sensation of the scope traversing my prostate and entering my bladder was very erotic.

I saw a doc for a longish period who I wished would have poked me with a stiff one. He was tall, young, middle eastern (although probably US-born) heavy black scruff, black chest hair poking out of the neck of his scrubs. I always looked forward to my appointments with him.

Other than my primary care doc of several years, I don't think I have ever seen a gay doc. I had a wild attraction to my spine surgeon - a tall good-looking triathlete with a very caring demeanor.

LIke so many things, it's a numbers game. You have to realize that and relax and start playing the numbers game. It's easy to obsess and think you need to get THAT guy who you're hot for but who doesn't seem to appreciate what a catch you are. Truthfully, you don't need THAT guy. You were fine without him. So, forget about him and move on to the next one. Every once in a while, it will work, but it never works as well as you think it should. This is what the Buddhists call the reality of human suffering. Life is never quite what you think it should be.

FF isn't for sissies.

Experienced FF bottoms develop a high level of skill at relaxing their holes.

Perhaps, but isn't the German word for fist, "Faust?"

I correspond with a few Europeans into FF. Germans, French, and Italians all seem to use the word "fist," the French, referring to the activity in general, say "le fist."

In my 20's, I had a crush on a woman old enough to be my mother. She was a very powerful dynamic woman, and I admired her deeply.

Test of what?

He There's an important distinction here. Active involvement is a different thing from sitting idly by. The law doesn't recognize an affirmative duty to come to someone's rescue. If she had known he was going to commit suicide and not done anything to prevent it, she wouldn't have done anything unlawful. She could have stood there looking in the window as he died, and she wouldn't have done anything unlawful. Active encouragement - whole 'nother thing. She acted with "reckless disregard of the safety and well-being of another."

You're ignoring their previous relationship. They had discussed it extensively, and she knew he wanted to do it. He had set the process in motion and then lost his nerve. The fact that she knew he wanted to do it and actively encouraged him over time exacerbates her culpability.

But she was convicted of involuntary manslaughter. The level of culpability required is that she acted with reckless disregard for his safety and well -being. She directed him to get back into the cab of a truck filled with CO, insisted on it, even. Need we say more?

A masseuse, being female, is unlikely to be hung, unless you mean that you're looking for a big-bosomed masseuse.

I occasionally see black escorts say in their ads that they're into race play.

You-In the dictionary? Under what listing?