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I’m drawn to the more ordinary-looking 35+ providers, which buffers the disparity… I used to be pretty, once upon a time. Respectfulness, hygiene, and humor go a long way to fill the gap. That, and a hefty cash tip.

“When getting it for free is simply not worth the effort”

I thought about hiring one I can watch as he puts up some shelves.

At one time, I would have checked into the situation. Now, I’m happy to shop online and pick up at will-call.

Bottom line: all work environments are, in one way or another, hostile to human beings. We value personal comfort in a way that is detrimental to discernment of what is dangerous and what is icky. “I went to the Respect-In-The-Workplace training session, and all I got was this fucking T-shirt”

Talk about the Wayback Machine… I was on holiday in Paris. A business acquaintance had referred me to an address in Montmartre. A distinguished man opened the door, and I handed him the both the card of my friend, by way of introduction, along with my own. I was shown to a sitting room, comfortable, candle-lit and warm. The gentlemen brought me a whiskey, and asked me to be comfortable and wait for 3 minutes, and left, closing the door behind him. It can’t even have been that long before a 20-something man entered from another door that existed behind a bookcase. Tall, hirsute and a little thick, capped off with a Leyendecker face topped with a mop of brown curls. He came over to me, and before I could stand up to look him in the eye and shake his hand, he had shed his robe and pinned me with his lips and chest to the chair. A flurry of mad contact and teasing led to the adjacent bedroom. Everything I might have wanted to happen, did, and the fair business concluded with a passionate kiss, a warm hug and a laugh. I saw him only one more time before returning stateside. It was imperative to sail from Europe the day after, as Archduke Ferdinand had just been assassinated. 😏

My finale takeaways 1. George Russell sure heals fast. 2. Oscar’s haircut distracts in every shot that isn’t him in bed. 3. Why can’t we have seen just one brief happy sex scene with Duke and Gladys? 4. Bodices for the ladies who sit need to be fit with them seated. 5. I can’t wait to see Carrie Coon return to playing contemporary characters.

My red flags for massage are few. •Under 35. •Less than 5yrs experience. •No table. •Deposit

What was once easily recognized as satire now blends seamlessly with the bizarre reality of behavioral tolerance today. I’ve loved these broad outrageous genre-spoof comedies since seeing Airplane! in the theater. Once they allow the Studio Legal Dept. to determine what’s funny, the fizz is gone.

Myself, of course. Partly out of curiosity, but mostly to keep the money in the family.

Leftover potatoes cubed or sliced with chopped onions, salt and pepper (add other flavors or herbs) in an oiled pan on med high burner. Press down with spatula to maximize contact with pan and fat. Let them cook a while before turning. Then keep them moving, allowing them to sit and brown after each flip. Great hash brown flavor and texture - not too fine. Shredded? Find a latke recipe.

I see why it’s a challenge. In major hotel/tourist markets, trained, legit bodyworkers get employed by the large number of resorts and hotels. Draping is default. There are fewer talented workers to distribute thru smaller spas where male workers, legit service, and undraped combine. Hire an outcall to your hotel and you call the shots.

If you’re the only homosexual in Moosejaw, Idaho and you bring in a guy for an overnight from big city Boise, and there’s folks around who don’t approve of you and like to watch every coming and going and have the sheriff’s personal cellphone phone number, you might think twice. Otherwise I wouldn’t worry in major markets. That said - Always be considerate of your host’s discretion requests, no matter which side of the bargain you’re on.

American producers would totally dismiss brilliant actors like Nichola Walker, Suranne Jones, and Phoebe Waller-Bridge, all very attractive women, cast in very sexual characters in Britain, but not beautiful (fuckable) enough for American men. Helen speaks the truth. Keri Russell today is still really pretty, but even she is now… gasp… ordinary. The ultimate sin for American actresses.

He was Tom of Finland before Tom of Finland. Beautiful male faces and forms captured to perfection in a way cameras could not.