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I like the provider to host. It's more comfortable for me. I like peace and quiet and solitude when I'm getting together with a guy. One time, I hosted a provider. He was staying with friends in town and therefore couldn't host. I got us a room at a nice hotel in FiDi on a day rate so that it didn't cost much and it was very comfortable - nice hotels are my favorite venue. If I were single, I would be happy to host a provider at my place.

If they have an obnoxious laugh or if they laugh too much

I have lived here for more than 30 years. The only place I have ever felt unsafe was in the Hayes Valley neighborhood before they took out the Central Freeway. Nothing bad ever happened to me, but it was spooky after dark. The Tenderloin has gotten so crumby and seedy that I don't even like to drive through it - at any time of day or night. Yes, there are plenty of homeless everywhere and I could imagine someone feeling at least a little uncomfortable who has never been around such large numbers of them. And they can be intimidating because they are so angry and so miserable. It's still a great town though.

One of my favorite fantasies is that of fucking a man who has a vagina. He is a studly muscleman but he has a vagina instead of a dick. He's not a FTM trans- he is a man who has a vagina. It's incredibly erotic. I actually had a chance to fulfil this fantasy (sort of). There was a young guy (cis male he him) with a great athletic build who had a beautiful surgically-created vagina. I just wanted to fuck him silly (in his vagina) and eat him out. He was in LV and did not advertise for too long. Haven't seen him in a long time. His rate was pretty high - $1k/hour.

No, I wasn't thinking of polio. I thought I had remembered reading that isolated cases of smallpox still occur, but that is obviously not correct. As you say, the last reported case of naturally-acquired smallpox was in the 70s. Great public health achievement. Why can't we pull it together to do it again?

Risk mitigation. The fewer bareback encounters one has , the less one is at risk for STDs. You don't know what sort of risk mitigation is involved in the porn barebacking. And PrEP these days is exceedingly common.

That is effectively true, but an occasional case of small pox turns up now and then.

Another time I was on a train and an elderly French guy approached, gave me his card and invited me to come stay with him in Paris. Another time I met a guy on the street in Denver who just approached me and asked me to come have a beer with him. He was a real attractive, powerfully built black guy very sweet and friendly. I was so attracted to him that I was wet, but I was also afraid of him, so I didn't go anywhere with him. Over the years he kept turning up, and we would do the same thing - we would drink beer and I would sit there lusting after him because he was so hot and being afraid to go off with him. Eventually he disappeared and then turned up a long time later - he had just been released from prison. I think of him all the time as a missed opportunity because I was so hot for him.

Another time, I met an old German guy. It was 1973 and I was stationed at the US Army Hospital in Landstuhl. I don't remember exactly how we met - I think I was drinking beer in the cafe of the train station while waiting for a train. He started chatting me up and I do remember that we spoke German, no English, so my German must have been better than I remember it being. We chatted for awhile and he asked if we could meet again. I said yes, and a few days later, we met at the train station again. This got to be a regular thing -we would go swimming at the public pool, go hiking, visit museums, have lunch, etc. , always meeting at the train station and at the end of the afternoon, I would walk him back to the train station, never knew how to get in touch with him. There was never the slightest suggestion of sex - it was like spending an afternoon with your grandfather. I dont remember how it ended.

When I was 18, I met an older man in the men's bar of the Mont Royal Hotel in Montreal. He was very sweet and bought me drinks as he told me this improbable story - He told me that he was the Crown Prince of Poland, the rightful heir to the Polish throne. Even at 18, I knew the story was likely bullshilt, but I also thought, SOMEBODY has to be the heir to the Polish throne, why not him? He said he was involved in a lawsuit with the Canadian government to get them to return the crown jewels which they had taken for safekeeping from the Nazis. There is actually a kernel of truth to the story - the Canadian government did have to be forced to surrender some Polish art treasures many years after the war. Any way, he had a briefcase and showed me all storts of correspondence in the matter and the drinks kept coming. I talked for a long time with this guy because he was so nice and his story was so fascinating. He stayed in touch with me for years after that. It rattled my mother that I received notes and cards from all these strange men.

Sometime in the 70s, I was visiting San Francisco and I took a ferry across the bay to Larkspur or Sausalito . I met an older German couple. We had an enjoyable conversation on the way over. They asked me for my address, said they would like to keep in touch -and they did for years - notes, Christmas cards, etc.

I have connected with guys though work at least a couple times. I also connected with a guy attending a convention at Moscone Center. I was working for some medical publisher giving doctors little trainings in how to use the internet. I was walking around the exhibits on a break and locked eyes with a good-looking daddy who turned out to be a psychiatrist. Several times on the street, those same tell-tale eye-locks. I had a near-miss at a BNI meeting. A smokin' real estate agent kept turning in his seat to check me out. But that turned out to be all. I remember a couple of the work connections were when I was working in the hearing aid industry. There are lots of gay audiologists and I connected with a couple of those.

Depends on the weather - Winter its a hoody, sweatpants and a beanie hat. Summer its a pair of board shorts and a tank

Did it seem prietchy? Im sorry,

We had a '62 Ford station wagon that had an automatic transmission. My mother had a lot of difficulty getting used to it. She just couldn't get used to not having a clutch and not shifting between gears.

Really - It's no accident they were popular - even though they were a sedative, they felt very stimulating. And they were very disinhibiting - you would do things on quaaludes you would never imagine otherwise. I loved to do a quaalude and go to the baths. I was a corpsman in an Army hospital in Germany. There was a German sleeping, pill, called Mandrex (MX for short) and they were the same drug as quaaludes - very easy to OD on. It was a rare weekend that a GI wasn't brought into the ER for ODing on MXs.

It's supposed to do just the opposite - make you feel desirable and desired. Maybe time to reconsider your hires or just stop

He's a skilled spanker. And he has big hands. Lucky bottom boy

There is a virulent strain with a 10% death rate and a mild strain with a 1% death rate.

Im really into pierced nips and PAs. I almost got a PA, but I gave up the idea when I found out you had to sit down to pee. Pierced ears are completely OK. Earhoops are completely OK. I can tolerate an eyebrow piercing. The others are all creepy.

A few years ago, I stopped to help a drunk who was lying in the middle of the street. He looked up at me and said, "leave me the fuck alone, Grandpa." Thing was, I looked younger than he did.

I like it all. I will never tire of the scruffy men with tats and beards. I might add that I am a scruffy man with tats and beard. I also like clean-shaven men and men who haven't a single tattoo.. For a long time, I didn't care for guys with shaved heads. Slowly it grew on me until I think its very sexy - but only on certain men. If somebody's head is bumpy or angular, shaved is not their best look. But for a guy with a smooth round head -it's generally a great look. I like muscles and I like slender. I even like bearish as long as it really is bearish and not just a euphemism for obese. No limitations as far as ethniciity/skin color.

I spent my early childhood in a small town that was pretty old-fashioned - I remember when Main Street was paved with red brick. I also remember when the workers from the Public Works department or the utilities would do an excavation, they would leave it open overnight with wood barricades that looked like sawhorses and they would put oil lamps around it for warning lights that gave off a really sooty black smoke.

Most contain detergent instead of soap, so they might be harder on the skin. If the label says "surfactant," that is another word for detergent.

Maybe they remember the early 80's when CDs were paying 11 - 12% and the prime rate was 22%. I wouldn't be surprised if we got there before long.