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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.

I can think of a provider - the first time I saw him I hosted in my room at a nice resort in Scottsdale. We had a great time - one of my best hires of all time. Next time I saw him, he hosted me at a crumby Travelodge in the Mission district. As I climbed the stairs, I was kind of annoyed and thinking that this is not my kind of place. I knocked on his door, he answered, pulled me inside, gave me a tight hug and a kiss, and my issues about the place vanished.

They are not "technically" prostitutes. You are "technically" a prostitute because you accept money for sex. Guys who don't exchange money for sex are not "technically" prostitutes no matter how much sex they have.

The reaction was less with each shot. After the first: headache, fever, and intense fatigue for about five days. Second shot: headache and fatigue for several days. Third shot: sore arm and tired for day of shot.

Of course it's only numbers, but some numbers are better than others - I would rather have 140 than 134. In the military, everybody has a GT (general technical) score, and they relied heavily on the GT score as a screening tool. You took the GT test at the induction center even before you were accepted into the service and it followed you throughout your military career. I had a high GT score (I found out later), and the screening started even before I left the induction center. A recruiting NCO asked for me by name to talk to me before I left and tried to sell me on enlisting to be a signal intelligence analyst - accelerated promotions, civilian clothes, an apartment off-base. At the tender age of 19, they tapped me for a leadership course, and so on. All because of that number.

You know - you just have at it without worrying about hosing out.

I have quite a few kinks - FF most notably. I'm one of those "Ill try anything once" types. I've even with flirted with scat-more like raunch actually. A long time ago, I knew a guy - we weren't boyfriends, just occasional fuckbuddies. He was a tall slender good-looking ginger with blue eyes - and we had this insane chemistry - when we got together we would do damn near anything - we often did dirty fucking.

You might be underselling yourself.

One of my grade school teachers showed me my score - It was 134. Many years later, just as a point of vanity, I wanted a 140 score - genius level. So I took one IQ test after another on the Internet until I scored 140 on one, then I stopped - I had my 140 IQ. I told my husband about it and he just howled. Of course, I wouldn't go around telling anyone that I had done this, but he loves to tell the story. It's always good for a laugh.

That makes sense ,European men tend to know their way around in bed