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They did have 20 years to have been careful, already knowing their involvement was based on deceit from the start. Tragic. Like, legit operatic tragic.

So, not only are we conjuring a million smackaroos but five famous men who could be as into us as we are into them?? Then I must assume time-travel is equally on the table: Each at their late 20’s prime, Gary Cooper, Marlon Brando, Abe Lincoln, Louis Gosset Jr, and Jesus H Christ, just so I can call out his name without artifice or irony.

I would think of the right sort “test” involves you having sex with whomever you find attractive, and see how many of those partners buy you lavish gifts, dinners, tickets to shows, etc. If you can’t inspire generosity among your type, you might have to do some recalculating. Excellence in sex can be a worthy avocation, too.

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

Yes. A distinctly masculine package. Perfectly proportioned.

Just remember, money doesn’t buy happiness. But it sure as hell can upgrade despair…

I can imagine him making me feel good… But that’s what imagination is for, isn’t It?

There are visitors to both ABQ and Santa Fe right now - still not a lot to choose from. BYOB Bring Your Own Boyz Cruise the showers at T T W? 🙀

Surely the money to be gifted doesn’t come with strings attached about its use…

Holiday Enhancement

I don’t think it’s any cause for concern unless his profile pic includes posing with a large semi-automatic.

There are plenty out there, and it all depends on your type. Find the massage you want on Rentmasseur. That’s the harder part. Then look thru Rent.men in same city, and notice overlapping photos. Profile names may differ, but you’re going to recognize him. In his ‘available for’ it will likely include massage. Contact through his escort name, and expect that rate. If they do both, many will offer a 90m or so combo rate, especially if you’re flexible about time of day. consider having the massage after climax-oriented play. 😌

Thesaurus. Who still wears. A hat.

In spite of the attractive visuals, I smell la mierda

The Ave Maria they recorded years ago is stunning - I imagine it was part of their program, as it was a couple years ago, here:

Some are not sated with being object of desire for one, and they need a crowd to be slightly above. When paired with talent and an agent = ⭐️✨⭐️✨⭐️ When paired with one too many schnapps = 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

Sometimes a plunge is bracing, sometimes it can scald you. Sorry this one was the latter.

Success (pleasure) with either is dependent on your wanting it. If you are as new to it as you indicate, it’s a question of the right top. Size not the primary requirement - it’s sensitivity. Dildo or dick, you need to learn your own pleasure spots. When something feels really good, ask what he’s doing, and give encouragement. If it hurts, stop. (Getting rimmed and played with is good way to increase your want…

So, kinda like Brendan Fraser…😂

Nostalgia is a disease from which I choose not to suffer. One cannot help but look back, from time to time, though, and notice the radical changes in the gay social scene - mostly through a jaded eye. But, I loved to dance when I was first out at 23, going to bars in the early-to-mid 1980’s. I was never a star with moves, but always loved the dance floor as a get-acquainted thing. Plus, I had enviably toss-able hair. I was living south of Weho (aka BoysTown at the time) and the bars in Long Beach were the closest - Forced Heat (aka Man’s Country) and Ripples were the two with DJ’s and floor. I had more dates from the former, but more fun at the latter. And work friends feom OC introduced me to Newport Station (your Disco Destination) in Costa Mesa, where Thurs nights had a record raffle with the cover, (Freda Payne my one prize) and it had a large and attractive crowd. Mostly S&M. (Sneakers and Makeup) PnP everywhere (pastels ‘n’ Polo). LOL. I thought about this recently, while attending the celebration service for a favorite aunt who passed. She hosted Thanksgiving every year in El Toro, always including her CA nieces & nephs. I always had a great time, but avoided over eating knowing I would be out on the dance floor later… If you already had a place to crash overnight, In Laguna Beach there was “The Boom” (BoomBoom Room) with lots of beach blondes with hella tan lines. Went rarely - such a long drive on 2-lane roads. Hideous beach-community parking. A schlepp sober, a dangerous slog if not… They were best known for weekend tea-dances, opening right onto the beach. I went once to The Odyssey in Weho, catering to a younger 18+crowd, with a friend who liked fresh flesh. The dance floor energy was insane- a little too much for me, especially given I was really only drawn to guys my age and up. I liked my V&T’s and they didn’t have the license to sell it, in favor of staying open til 4am. Studio One - is there anyone who didn’t go there a few times a month (week?) With friends, I loved to see a cabaret show at the adjacent Backlot, then to the dance floor - which was always filled with intimidating beauty of every age and type. Cover was high unless you went in before 9 - who the hell goes to a disco before 9??? This guy, when cash was tight. Rage was probably the last one I went to. Can’t say I ever really had fun there, but sure met some gifted sexualists. Less frequently visited by me were the main disco’s in San Diego, West Coast Production Company, and Palm Springs, CCCC Cathedral City Construction Company both located in industrial areas that were a little scary, but fun once inside! Both were huge warehouse spaces that had room for great lighting and fx on the floor. How about you? Were you around Southern California for the shenanigans? Did you have a favorite place? Maybe visit one or two while playing tourist? The cloud of AIDS descended soon enough over the revelry, and I am grateful to have had some sweaty dance floor fun when I did!

You’ve never seen him do a scene with shower or swimming involved!

He was a classic beauty by 70’s standards, and handsome by any.