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My new FB and I trained together yesterday. I drove him home and we made out in the car for a few minutes before he got out. I felt like a teenager.

I don't generally have a foot fetish, but I do for a particular kind of foot - long and narrow with a high arch and dark hair on the backs of the toes.

People get embarrassed if they do something just because they want to after reaching middle-age because there is always somebody waiting to scream "mid-life crisis. Branding an impulsive action as a mid-life crises is sort of a putdown that is really quite toxic. I got my first tattoo in my early 60s. In fact, it wasn't an impulse - it was very carefully thought through. A guy in my gym asked me if it might not be a midlife crisis tattoo. I replied that I didn't think so, but what if it was? There are a lot of impulsive actions with more far-reaching consequences than getting a tattoo. Once I was walking in Union Square in a new suit and a homeless guy told me I looked like I drove a Lambo. I could have gone out and bought the Lambo. Now that would have been a seriously impulsive act.

I'm much better off married. I have big needs and have trouble satisfying them by myself. My husband is very stable, reliable and loyal and has an extraordinarily strong character. With his nurturing and support I have done amazing things with my life these past thirty years. One of the most important things he does for me is that he reminds ME all the time about what a strong man I am. Of course it becomes routine - but I rely on that routine as a sort of compass. We've helped each other through a lot of shit AIDS, the financial crisis, the pandemic, the deaths of our mothers, needing to get a loan modification on our house after the financial crisis, his business failing after the financial crisis. I've been hospitalized 5 times over the course of our relationship, had three major surgeries. He has been hospitalized twice for life-threatening kidney infections. And through it all, we have cared for and looked after each other and been there. It seems every time we come through a hardship, our relationship is stronger.

I'm almost 70. I still have a strong libido, but need pharmaceutical assistance to get and maintain a good boner. My husband and I are fairly kinky, so that helps to maintain interest. Interestingly, the right man gets me so stimulated that I can get and maintain a good erection - he has to be the stuff of fantasies. I have mentioned a couple times that I have a new FB. He is 6'4, slender, handsome AF, horse-hung and used to be an escort. No erectile problems with him.

Sure - as much of it as we wanted. We had pharmaceutically-sourced ampules

The real amyl nitrite is an antidote for cyanide poisoning. I was a corpsman in the Army and we found containers of them all over the place in the hospital - nobody knew what they were but a couple gay guys had told me about them. We used to like to get toasted smoking black afghan hash and then snort poppers. We got so loaded that we sat around screaming with laughter and tears running down our faces.

Once, my husband and I were having lunch with my mother at a pushy restaurant on Rodeo Drive. She was wearing all white. My husband was drinking espresso. He is very tall and sort of ungainly in tight quarters. He was returning to the table after going to the restroom and as he sat down, he jostled the table and splashed dark brown espresso all over my mother's white outfit. She was very gracious, but he was mortified. He wanted to fix it right away - so we got up and left and went to the first women's clothing store we came to on Rodeo Drive and went in. I said,"You can't buy her a new outfit here, It'll cost you a week's paycheck." He told me to be quiet and stay out of it, that he needed to do this for her. The woman running the store was an elegant Italian woman who reminded me of Sophia Loren. She saw what needed to be done, and showed my mother to a fitting room. She waved us to a very comfortable seating area and had some drinks brought out. Then she started taking clothes off of the rack to show my mother in the fitting room. This whole process took about an hour and a half, but my mother walked out with a fresh outfit that was probably the most expensive clothing she had worn in her life and we have never said a word about it since.

He was all over the bodybuilding magazines in the late 60's early 70's - amazing body.

I had the idea that maybe rates are down in San Francisco - when I see a guy that interests me, I text him and ask his rate. I have been pleasantly surprised at least a couple of times recently

I don't hate Medicare as much as I did, but I'm not in love with it. I just had a hip replacement. My out of pocket cost was $210.00 and Kaiser billed Medicare $65K. I haven't looked at my medicare account to see how much of the 65K Medicare covered.

Gosh, I love talkin sex with you, Tyger.

Not sure about that. A friend of mine was stabbed to death. Not by an escort but by a guy he picked and brought home. His neighbors realized they hadn't seen him in a few days , became concerned and called the police. The police made an arrest very rapidly and the guy was convicted after only a couple months.

Ask A Provider is my favorite forum. I try to avoid posting responses since the forum is supposed to be for providers.

I love to suck big dicks. Doesn't matter whether he's bottom or top.

Doesn't it turn into something else if it becomes a full-time arrangement? You go from escort to kept man/boy - different ground rules, expectations, etc. I think some men who would never escort would acquiesce to being kept. OTOH, I couldn't imagine someone who has experienced the autonomy of being an escort being happy for too long as a kept man/boy. As a young man, a couple opportunities to be kept came up, and I just didn't see how I could live with the constraints of being kept.

I don't see any reason for an escort not to be choosy if he wants to be. It does seem self-defeating. As somebody said upthread, a largeer client base is more conducive to staying busy and making money than a smaller one.

Ispropyl nitrite is the one that is supposed to be bad for the eyes..

That's almost bestiality.

I really loathed school - from the very first day of kindergarten. My constant thought was "how am I going to get through this?" Somehow, in spite of the fact that I loathed school, Ive ended up with three degrees - a BA and two professional degrees. I think this happened because I somehow finally became willing to do the next thing and there was always someone around to support and encourage me in doing the next thing. I'm actually thinking of going back to school because I would like to round out my educational background with a scholarly doctorate. One of my professional degrees is a doctorate, but I would love to have a PhD - probably in bioinformatics. Being gay has certainly helped in all of this because without a wife and children I'm able to devote my resources to cultivating and developing myself. It's one of the privileges of being childless - you get to travel the world, learn new languages, acquire new skills, etc. etc. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Good point. He say's he's pansexual - specifically likes married guys because it lessens the possibility of cumbersome emotional involvement. He wants to meet my husband to reassure him that he's not a threat.

I have a single hemorrhoid. Some people are put off by it, others don't care. I have had enough surgeries and procedures to last a lifetime, so the 'roid is there to stay. They and I will have to live with it. I might see what chestnut extract does for the 'roid, but that's the extent of the intervenions Im open to.

This. People who don't hire have no idea what they would gain by hiring - how good for you it is in so many ways. I haven't hired since before the pandemic. I mentioned earlier that I have a new a FB who used to be an escort and sex with him is like sex with an escort - great, professional sex with no need to explain or apologize or hold back. It's got me thinking about getting back into the marketplace.

A few years ago, a provider proposed an exchange of services. He was a very popular, very desirable guy, so I was initially excited, but quickly I realized it would be an enormous ethical violation and I told him I couldn't do it, but we could do a conventional fee-for-services exchange. He agreed. But then suddenly, things changed. The interaction had been very friendly and he suddenly became extremely demanding and started acting as though I was the enemy, so it fell apart.

I have a new FB - he used to be an escort and is no longer. I couldn't be happier that he used to be an escort.