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Strangely, I like pate and liver sausage. I haven't made it in years, but one of my favorite sandwiches used to be liver sausage and cream cheese on a bagel with alfalfa sprouts. I just can't abide the flavor or texture of whole liver.

They are "paid for time." True, they are expected to provide some additional value in the span of time that they are paid for. I'm a service professional and my service is metered by time. If I call on the client, the clock starts running the moment I walk in the door, even if I'm sitting in the lobby waiting. Of course, I'm expected to provide some value during the time I'm there - I don't just get paid for showing up. And neither do providers. And I'm very protective of my non-billable time. I provide a free 15-minute telephone consult, that's it. I have so many of the same frustrations that providers do - time wasters, no shows, people who think I charge too much, people looking for freebies, etc. that I'm in complete sympathy with them. If I weren't so old, it could be my night job.

I'm OK with euphemism. It's one of those habits of speech that grease the wheels.

I can't think of a time when I have seen others having sex publicly, except for street fairs like Folsom. I have seen a car rocking a couple times, but that's it. When I do see it, I just dismiss it - people doing what people do.

I suspect one of the reasons for it is helicopter parenting.

In case anybody hasn't noticed, things have changed. When I was a kid, men and boys in male-only environments were very relaxed about being nude around each other. At the YMCA, we swam without suits. Later in high school, during PE, we also swam without suits. Men's locker rooms had group showers. Guys walked around the locker room completely naked without being uptight. Those days are long gone. I'm puzzled by just how and when it happened, but sometime, I noticed that guys are no longer comfortable being naked around each other in those situations. Younger men are so modest that they don't even want to expose themselves for the few seconds it takes to put their undershorts on. They go through the silly exercise of putting a towel around their waist and pulling their undershorts up underneath the towel. I think it's weird, but it doesn't bother me, because I don't change in the locker room. I go to the gym in my workout clothes and leave in workout clothes and shower at home. It saves about 30 minutes that I can add to my training session. That's another thing that I have noticed. Even before COVID, there just weren't a lot of people using the locker room and the showers. Changing at the gym had become a lot less common.

I tip on the generous side - usually 20%. I have worked in the hospitality industry and so am naturally inclined to tip well. And I believe delivery personnel should get hazard pay.

The effect on your life is that it will become an incredible time sponge unless you're a very disciplined person. When I first started to learn IG, it soon began to take up hours of my time - all those sexy guys, and the opportunity to actually chat with them. Fortunately, the novelty has worn off and I just take a look a couple times a day for a few minutes. Phew!!!! Am I glad of that.

Nice coaching.

I think that was his name, yes.

Bess Meyerson maybe?

I'm wrong - confusing What's My Line with To Tell the Truth. Peggy Cass was on To Tell the Truth. The panelists I can remember from What's My Line are Dorothy Kilgallen, Arlene Francis and Bennett Cerf - there were others but I don't remember them. The episode of What's My Line I most remember was when they demo'd a very early microwave oven. They used it to fix a meal for the panelists and they were all suitably dumbfounded.

I don't remember seeing her on What's My Line. What's My Line had a daytime show and an evening show. Bud Collier was the MC. The only panel member I can think of was Peggy Cass.

I think it was the Match Game.

In the 60s she was a regular on one of those daytime game shows - don't remember which one.

I get offers of sex on IG nearly every day. I'm not a provider, of course, so they are not (at least I don't think) offering to hire me. And they come from all over the world, so I don't think most of them are that serious. I'm mostly not interested, but it's certainly flattering. There is one tall handsome Saudi guy I'm completely infatuated with, but of course he's in Saudi Arabia, and I'm here, so it will probably never happen. And there is an absolute hunk in Iran, same story.

In pure fin dom, the one-way flow of money, commodities is the whole point of it - that is the fetish. If sex is involved it is paying for sex.

I'm amazed at how few people realize that in S/M relationships - the bottom exercises ultimate control.

There is so much sexual banter on IG that you could probably ask a guy if he's available for hire and get an honest answer.

Yes - a couple times. Same story, though - scant information, no pics.

Im sure everyone understands the implications of a practice like dryuary - that one's behavioral choices relative to alcohol are limited to complete exclusion and drinking to excess.

My travel goal is to take my spouse on a Rhine River cruise.

I like novelty and I have a short attention span, so when I hire a guy, I'm usually done after 2 or 3 times. There is one provider who doesn't seem to be done with me, even though I have gone as far as I want to go with him, because he has offered free sessions a couple times now. It's flattering.

My FB is turned on by the blood vessels in my arms and hands. He bought me a bag of beet juice powder to bring them out more. I have used it a couple times - I think it might work. I have read you have to be careful with it, it can supposedly lower BP enough to make you pass out.

Love hairy holes - even REALLY hairy holes. But I love shaved holes too.