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I like 'em. I'm into fisting and buttplay, and the strangeness of it is very much a turn on.

I only hire for therapeutic massage. The rate is lower and, if nothing happens, at least I got a decent massage. It also expands the universe of available masseurs, because, since I'm not looking for sex I can hire a sexy straight guy and not be disappointed. But even when you hire for therapeutic massage - something often happens, even if you're not expecting it.

It is what it is. I'm not hung big, and of course, there are guys who will reject me as a sexual partner on that one criterion, but there are LOTS who won't. I focus on the LOTS who won't and am not bothered by guys who wouldn't be interested in me because of the size of my dick. Besides, I would be a hypocrite if I did because I happen to love big dicks. But I'm flexible, If a guy is built nice, I don't care how big his dick is.

The next county can't be that far away.

My mother gave us a hyper-technical discussion about eggs and sperm, but she never answered the crucial question.

My mother's family has some pieces of china that, according to family lore, were in the hold of one of the ships boarded during the Boston Tea Party. I thought this story was kind of a stretch, but I showed a picture of one of the dishes to a ceramics curator at the Royal Ontario Museum. He said the pattern was produced by Wedgewood in England during the 1760s. So it isn't impossible that the story is true.

I've never been to either place. I suspect I will go to PS sometime this year. It seems chock full of sexy dads into edgy sex. It is a popular retirement destination for guys from San Francisco. Oscar Wilde said of San Francisco - " “It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears. is said to be seen in San Francisco." I have changed it to "anyone who disappears. is said to be seen in Palm Springs." Guys that you used to see around in San Francisco invariably turn up retired in Palm Springs. I don't see myself living there - I imagine it to be an endless series of conversations about "Golden Girls" episodes and what a marvelous actress Betty White is. I just mentioned to my husband that we probably ought to go to P-town one of these days.

Agree about Sedona with one exception - the Enchantment Resort. I think it's the plushest place we've ever stayed and it is situated ( unfortunately) inside of a beautiful box canyon. We liked it so much the first time that we went back for a second visit only a few weeks later.

San Francisco: Overrated: Fisherman's Wharf Underrated: San Francisco's stairways

A client in San Diego wants to take me sailing - I will probably go there in mid-June. I have two shows planned for July - Seattle and Pittsburgh. I know that none of them are sure things but I don't see any reason, just now, why I won't do all three.

Sometime's that's the best you can do.

I keep buying more equipment for our home gym - my husband ordered me not to buy any more. The latest was a wedge for doing squats. Its getting very crowded. One of my goals for the year is to not have to rent our in-law unit anymore. I'm tired of having tenants in my house. Just recently, I sat down and did the math, and realized that we're a lot closer to being able to do it than I thought. My husband can have the in-law unit for his art, I can turn the garage into a gym and we get our living room back.

Pretty simple - "I'm so sorry." Many years ago, I worked with a woman who I had enormous affection and respect for. Everyone who worked with her felt the same way. Tragically, her daughter was stabbed to death. Everyone was horrified. She was off work for about a week and I was dreading her return to work because, I couldn't imagine what you say to a person who's lost a child to a violent crime. When I saw her come in the door, I still don't know what I was going to say. I went up to her, took her hand and said "How are you?" Couldn't think of anything more articulate than that.

LOL!!!

Assimilation has its price. What many who lived it now realize is that being an outlaw was REALLY a lot of fun. Now, there is no need to live the outlaw life. Couple that with the changes in the way people connect with each other and you've got the current state of affairs. You can think about it, allow yourself a moment of nostalgia, sigh and think, "Gosh, that was fun." But then, ever onward. I was thinking about it just recently. I realized that I hardly ever refer to myself as being gay. It's generally not even necessary to talk about it. If it does come up, I just say, "I like guys."

It seems obvious to me - Don't be too smug about your gifts.

I may be kidding myself, but I think I can almost always spot a bot within the first few minutes. The dialog is very characteristic.

I've looked at them - they're beautiful. A little rich for my wallet.

In the 90s I used to get a lot of free tickets because I volunteered at an AIDS service organization. Sometimes the things were pretty good - I got to see Rosemary Clooney live at the Curran theater. But they could be pretty lame too. I remember a musical that was supposed to be destined for broadway that was so bad that it closed after one night. I don't remember the title but the story line involved a self-absorbed yuppie/techie who had commitment phobia and kept screwing the women in his life over. It was so horrid that the audience laughed nearly non-stop through the whole production.

I have a pair of Frye lace-up boots that are simply the nicest footwear I have ever owned

agreed - it makes spite posting permissible.

When I was a teenager and a very young man, I was really hot for guys older than I - typically middle 30s. I"m still almost the same except the sweet spot is now middle 40s. But in addition I have added all these types that I was never interested in before -daddies, musclebears, tall slender men, young guys in late 20s, and even college-age boys.

He usually visits the Bay Area around Christmas and I see him then. Obviously, he didn't make it this year.

I confess I have always wanted a Rolex

EXACTLY!!! If you're not going to like the answer don't ask the question. Knowing that escorting is a business and having done the math, you already know the answer. I think it's not even fair to ask an escort how many clients he sees in a day . . . the asker already knows the answer, more or less.