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I cuddled with an escort once.  I really enjoyed it - it was a unique situation, but I would cuddle again with him in a heartbeat. When I was a competitive bodybuilder, my husband would travel with me and help me shave. There was one show he didn't want to go to because it was in late 2021, the tail end of the worst of the pandemic, and he didn't want to risk air travel. I contacted a guy I had been looking at on RM, told him what I wanted, told him also that play was probably not a possibility because I would be exhausted from my contest prep. He showed up, we chatted and got acquainted, he got out his gear and went to work. It took at least two hours because he was meticulous. Having a man remove nearly every hair on your body turns out to be a pretty intimate exercise. As he shaved, we talked about this and that, and we ended up in one gyration after another. He shaved my hole, he shaved my dick and my balls, he would have shaved the hair on my head and my eyebrows if I had let him.  Then he gave me a massage and wrapped his big arms around me awhile. I was falling asleep and said it was time to wrap it up.  He said he felt like he hadn't done his job.   I told him no, you went above and beyond and I couldn't be happier.  I told him I would text him to let him know how I did. It turned out that I won both the classes that I entered and I told him I couldn't have done it without him, which was literally true.

When I lived in Germany in the 70s, that was very much the norm - you had to ring a doorbell, they would open a little door so they could see whether you were police or not, and then let you in.  OTOH, there was an enormous gay bar in Berlin called the Big Eden. Then, there was a bar in Saarbruecken, called Chez Madame.  You rang the doorbell and this gracious lady, Madame, dressed in a floor length hostess gown, welcomed you in.  I was told by insiders that Madame was actually German but pretended to be French, which makes sense because it was so close to the French border.  She would only speak French though.  Though customers were a mix of French and Germans.

I have known guys, who were older men when I was a younger man, who waxed nostalgic for the days when we were outlaws --- public toilets, parks, dark bars that could only be accessed from an obscure back door off of an alley, etc.

When I lived in Germany in the 70s, that was very much the norm - you had to ring a doorbell, they would open a little door so they could see whether you were police or not, and then let you in.  OTOH, there was an enormous gay bar in Berlin called the Big Eden. Then, there was a bar in Saarbruecken, called Chez Madame.  You rang the doorbell and this gracious lady, Madame, dressed in a floor length hostess gown, welcomed you in.  I was told by insiders that Madame was actually German but pretended to be French, which makes sense because it was so close to the French border.  She would only speak French though.  Though customers were a mix of French and Germans.

When I lived in Germany in the 70s, that was very much the norm - you had to ring a doorbell, they would open a little door so they could see whether you were police or not, and then let you in.  OTOH, there was an enormous gay bar in Berlin called the Big Eden. Then, there was a bar in Saarbruecken, called Chez Madame.  You rang the doorbell and this gracious lady, Madame, dressed in a floor length hostess gown, welcomed you in.  I was told by insiders that Madame was actually German but pretended to be French, which makes sense because it was so close to the French border.  She would only speak French though.  Though customers were a mix of French and Germans.

I'm suspicious about Trump's venous insufficiency (CVI).  You can "get" CVI as a result of varicose veins - more common in women, but not unheard of in men, especially obese, sedentary men like Trump. Another way to get it is post-thrombotic syndrome as I mentioned above, but aside from post-thrombotic syndrome, the most common way to get CVI is from congestive heart failure (CHF).  I think Trump is a prime candidate for CHF.  I think they could withhold that information from the nation and still convince themselves that they are being fully transparent.

I have it. As the result of a clotting disorder I have had many incidents of DVT and 2 of Pulmonary Embolus.  The leaflet valves, which send blood back toward the heart from the lower extremities have been compromised so the blood tends to pool  in my legs and feet.  I'm manic about the self care for this -  I wear compression socks from the moment I get out of bed till the moment I crawl into bed.  The foot of my bed is elevated on blocks, I elevate my feet during the day, I stay active by going to the gym several times a week and going for a long walk every day. Because I'm so proactive, my feet don't look too bad, a little swollen, but my skin is in good condition and isn't discolored.  I stay close to my vascular surgeon.  

I have it. As the result of a clotting disorder I have had many incidents of DVT and 2 of Pulmonary Embolus.  The leaflet valves, which send blood back toward the heart from the lower extremities have been compromised so the blood tends to pool  in my legs and feet.  I'm manic about the self care for this -  I wear compression socks from the moment I get out of bed till the moment I crawl into bed.  The foot of my bed is elevated on blocks, I elevate my feet during the day, I stay active by going to the gym several times a week and going for a long walk every day. Because I'm so proactive, my feet don't look too bad, a little swollen, but my skin is in good condition and isn't discolored.  I stay close to my vascular surgeon.  

I cuddled with an escort once.  I really enjoyed it - it was a unique situation, but I would cuddle again with him in a heartbeat. When I was a competitive bodybuilder, my husband would travel with me and help me shave. There was one show he didn't want to go to because it was in late 2021, the tail end of the worst of the pandemic, and he didn't want to risk air travel. I contacted a guy I had been looking at on RM, told him what I wanted, told him also that play was probably not a possibility because I would be exhausted from my contest prep. He showed up, we chatted and got acquainted, he got out his gear and went to work. It took at least two hours because he was meticulous. Having a man remove nearly every hair on your body turns out to be a pretty intimate exercise. As he shaved, we talked about this and that, and we ended up in one gyration after another. He shaved my hole, he shaved my dick and my balls, he would have shaved the hair on my head and my eyebrows if I had let him.  Then he gave me a massage and wrapped his big arms around me awhile. I was falling asleep and said it was time to wrap it up.  He said he felt like he hadn't done his job.   I told him no, you went above and beyond and I couldn't be happier.  I told him I would text him to let him know how I did. It turned out that I won both the classes that I entered and I told him I couldn't have done it without him, which was literally true.

When I lived in Germany in the 70s, that was very much the norm - you had to ring a doorbell, they would open a little door so they could see whether you were police or not, and then let you in.  OTOH, there was an enormous gay bar in Berlin called the Big Eden. Then, there was a bar in Saarbruecken, called Chez Madame.  You rang the doorbell and this gracious lady, Madame, dressed in a floor length hostess gown, welcomed you in.  I was told by insiders that Madame was actually German but pretended to be French, which makes sense because it was so close to the French border.  She would only speak French though.  Though customers were a mix of French and Germans.

When I lived in Germany in the 70s, that was very much the norm - you had to ring a doorbell, they would open a little door so they could see whether you were police or not, and then let you in.  OTOH, there was an enormous gay bar in Berlin called the Big Eden. Then, there was a bar in Saarbruecken, called Chez Madame.  You rang the doorbell and this gracious lady, Madame, dressed in a floor length hostess gown, welcomed you in.  I was told by insiders that Madame was actually German but pretended to be French, which makes sense because it was so close to the French border.  She would only speak French though.  Though customers were a mix of French and Germans.

I cuddled with an escort once.  I really enjoyed it - it was a unique situation, but I would cuddle again with him in a heartbeat. When I was a competitive bodybuilder, my husband would travel with me and help me shave. There was one show he didn't want to go to because it was in late 2021, the tail end of the worst of the pandemic, and he didn't want to risk air travel. I contacted a guy I had been looking at on RM, told him what I wanted, told him also that play was probably not a possibility because I would be exhausted from my contest prep. He showed up, we chatted and got acquainted, he got out his gear and went to work. It took at least two hours because he was meticulous. Having a man remove nearly every hair on your body turns out to be a pretty intimate exercise. As he shaved, we talked about this and that, and we ended up in one gyration after another. He shaved my hole, he shaved my dick and my balls, he would have shaved the hair on my head and my eyebrows if I had let him.  Then he gave me a massage and wrapped his big arms around me awhile. I was falling asleep and said it was time to wrap it up.  He said he felt like he hadn't done his job.   I told him no, you went above and beyond and I couldn't be happier.  I told him I would text him to let him know how I did. It turned out that I won both the classes that I entered and I told him I couldn't have done it without him, which was literally true.

When I lived in Germany in the 70s, that was very much the norm - you had to ring a doorbell, they would open a little door so they could see whether you were police or not, and then let you in.  OTOH, there was an enormous gay bar in Berlin called the Big Eden. Then, there was a bar in Saarbruecken, called Chez Madame.  You rang the doorbell and this gracious lady, Madame, dressed in a floor length hostess gown, welcomed you in.  I was told by insiders that Madame was actually German but pretended to be French, which makes sense because it was so close to the French border.  She would only speak French though.  Though customers were a mix of French and Germans.

Who said "anyone has his price?"  It is a fact that some have a price and the only way you will find out whether that's true for the man of your dreams is to ask.

Also, an archaic meaning for "fa--ot" is a bundle of firewood.
 

I was glad to see him go.  He and I Iocked horns constantly - it seemed like he always looking for a fight, although I was never one to say no when he picked a fight.

I was glad to see him go.  He and I Iocked horns constantly - it seemed like he always looking for a fight, although I was never one to say no when he picked a fight.

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

He left the forum because he felt unappreciated.

He left the forum because he felt unappreciated.

A granola-like breakfast cereal was invented in the mid-19th century at a health resort in upstate New York. 
Will Keith Kellogg and his brother John Harvey Kellogg invented corn flakes in the late 19th century.  He and his brother were both 7th Day Adventists and together founded the Battle Creek Sanitarium - a high-end health resort that espoused the lifestyle principles of the 7th day Adventist Church.  They invented flaked breakfast cereals originally to serve to the patrons of their toney health resort as a treatment for various digestive problems.

I knew an age management doc who decided to add it to the services he offered.  He went off and did a course or workshop of a few days, bought the equipment and hung out his shingle.  He might have fit in the category of "dime-a-dozen scammers."  If I wanted cold liposuction, I don't think I would have gone to him.

Kidneys: drink plenty of water, and avoid high protein intake. Dunno about the liver.

Kidneys: drink plenty of water, and avoid high protein intake. Dunno about the liver.

There are scammers everywhere out there - pig butchers, phony bills for stuff you never ordered, texts demanding payment for traffic tickets you never got, people who misrepresent themselves in one way or another.  It's very disillusioning - makes me want to move to a quiet place in the country and go completely off the grid.