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Supposedly coming to NYC soon.  Also has a RentMasseur ad, but that ad does not mention the NYC travel
https://rentmasseur.com/aussiemuscle
 

Seems risky. Hopefully contact information isn’t concentrated (ie, some mass group chat).
A mass group chat of known sex workers seems very risky if somehow leaked to the wrong person, or if some raid is coordinated, or if some disgruntled member with nothing else to lose decides they want to take the New York market down with themselves.

Just to be clear, it wa a mild illness, nothing serious.   

David is a wonderful person but his partner is just as gregarious and personable; I remember how touched I was with him when he and David hosted the early bird pool parties for the Palm Springs events.
Tell David we hope his partner recovers and feels better @purplekow

David is a wonderful person but his partner is just as gregarious and personable; I remember how touched I was with him when he and David hosted the early bird pool parties for the Palm Springs events.
Tell David we hope his partner recovers and feels better @purplekow

Lately, I’ve begun noticing something quietly unfolding behind the scenes of my writing.
Not the loudness of social media.
Not algorithms.
Not even conversation.
But the steady flow of men subscribing to my website and returning again after I send out my late-night emails announcing that new reflections or sensual memoirs have been posted.
There is something deeply revealing about it.
My content is free to read. No locked doors. No paywalls. No subscriptions required to access the stories themselves. The emails simply act as a quiet invitation. A whisper into the evening that says:
“There’s something new waiting for you.”
And people arrive.
Not aggressively.
Not noisily.
But consistently.
Over time, I started paying attention to what this might actually mean beneath the surface. The internet is flooded with explicit material. Endless stimulation. Endless novelty. Endless scrolling. Yet despite all of that, many men still seem hungry for something slower. Something atmospheric. Something that allows the mind to participate again.
Imagination.
That is what I believe many people are truly starving for now.
Not just visually consuming desire, but mentally stepping into it.
Feeling it unfold.
Building it internally.
Allowing tension, curiosity, longing, psychology, and emotional atmosphere to exist again rather than immediately skipping to the destination.
I think many people are exhausted from overstimulation, even if they don’t fully realize it yet.
Pornography often removes imagination from the equation entirely. Everything is immediately shown. Immediately consumed. Immediately replaced. There is very little room left for emotional interpretation, mystery, anticipation, or personal projection.
But storytelling works differently.
Dark romance works differently.
Sensual memoirs work differently.
A well-written moment can stay with someone for hours because their own mind becomes part of the experience itself. The reader fills in the emotional spaces. They imagine the room. The tension. The eye contact. The silence between words. The emotional energy underneath the interaction.
The story becomes partially theirs.
And I think that matters more than people realize.
Some of the emails I receive are not even about sexuality itself. Many are from men quietly admitting they miss connection. They miss tenderness. They miss emotional intensity. They miss being mentally transported somewhere outside of stress, routine, loneliness, performance, and endless digital noise.
Sometimes people simply want to disappear into atmosphere for a little while.
A hotel room overlooking a city.
A dim lamp beside folded white linens.
A slow conversation.
A hand resting against skin without urgency.
A feeling of being seen.
That is often what readers are truly responding to.
Of course, I also understand another reality.
Some readers absolutely use these memoirs and reflections as part of their private intimate lives. I’m not naïve to that. Human imagination has always been deeply connected to desire. Literature has carried sensuality for centuries long before modern digital excess existed. In many ways, fantasy constructed through the mind can feel healthier and more personal than constant overstimulation through endless visual consumption.
Reading requires participation.
Imagination requires effort.
And effort creates emotional investment.
There is something psychologically different about slowly entering a mood through words rather than instantly consuming imagery designed to overwhelm the nervous system.
That distinction fascinates me.
Especially now.
Especially as more people seem emotionally fatigued by modern internet culture altogether.
Ironically, the more I continue writing these reflections, the less I feel like I’m creating “content” in the modern sense. It feels more like curating emotional spaces people temporarily step into at night after the world quiets down.
Some stay for a few minutes.
Some stay for hours.
Some return repeatedly.
And I notice them.
Not individually.
But collectively.
A quiet rhythm of people returning to atmosphere, intimacy, psychology, softness, tension, and imagination again.
Perhaps that says something important about where many people are mentally right now.
Maybe people are not merely searching for stimulation anymore.
Maybe they are searching for feeling.
And perhaps that is why these memoirs continue finding their audience night after night after night.

This thread has caused me to consider a situation I was not paying much attention.  I have a regular who has mentioned several times that his birthday and mine are one day apart.  The years are decades apart.  He has told me on the last few meetings that he is intending to come to visit me around the time of my birthday and that he has a surprise in mind.  
Now, I was not really considering putting much effort into a gift and in fact, was not even considering a gift for him.  Now, I feel I should.  As we usually eat dinner at nice places and I have bought him tokens from the local gay apparel shops here in Palm Springs, I think of these as simple solutions.  However, his excitement about celebrating our mutual birthdays and this thread now have me thinking that something a bit more elaborate might be in order.   I

He's coming to Los Angeles in May...
And just my bad luck, I just had hernia surgery yesterday and need to spend six weeks recovering! 😭
Anyone who tries him in SoCal, please report back how your experience was.

Good morning everybody.  Let’s take a little time today to remember the men and women who fought and served to protect our country and keep the freedom we have today in this Memorial Day.

We’ve talked about him on here a lot. He always posts travel cities with no intention of showing up. Probably to boost his social media accounts. 

Just a bit more on messaging unknown people.  I made two and a 1/2 great friends from here on the Message Center. I say 2-1/2 because one of the  guys  occasionally posted here, but if my memory isn't failing me, while he was an occasional poster here, I made his acquaintance through the Forum of the devoutly missed (by at the very least me) Muscle Service Station. 
 
Two of them have passed-they were over 10 years older than I was. But I had the opportunity to meet them in person several times as we lived nowhere near each other. And we emailed each other for probably over 8 years. And the third actually lives about 30 miles from me now. I probably met him in 2019 or so. And we remain good friends. He for the most part isn't hiring anymore. And doesn't participate in the Message Center anymore either. 
 
So you never know what's going to lead to a friendship. 

For the first decade of my work as a masseur, I said yes to almost everyone.
Not because I lacked standards.
But because I was building a life around something more important than comfort.
Time.
Massage work gave me the ability to be present while my son was growing up. Present for conversations, afternoons, and ordinary moments many fathers miss while chasing survival.
 
See previous post: The Greatest Luxury This Industry Gave Me Was Time  
But age changes a man.
Not only physically.
Energetically.
You begin noticing what enters your nervous system and what lingers there afterward. You start understanding that human interaction is not neutral. Some people leave peace behind them. Others leave static.
Eventually you realize that not every connection is meant to go deeper.
Especially in this line of work.
People often imagine massage as something purely physical. A transaction. A service. An hour on a table.
But some evenings evolve into something far more human than that.
When trust exists…
when barriers fall away naturally…
when someone allows themselves to be fully seen…
those moments stay with you.
Some of the most meaningful connections I have experienced over the years are the very ones that later found their way into my sensual memoirs. Not because of explicitness. But because there was something emotionally beautiful present between two people for a brief moment in time.
Presence.
Trust.
Psychology.
Energy.
Awareness.
That realization eventually changed the way I viewed my work.
I no longer see myself as simply offering massage.
What I provide now is better understood as luxury bodywork and wellness companion work. The experience has become slower. More intentional. More intuitive.
Less performance.
More presence.
And truthfully, I have become more selective about who enters that space with me.
Not based on status.
Not based on perfection.
But based on emotional resonance.
Some people simply feel story worthy.
Their energy is grounded.
Their intentions are clear.
Their presence softens the room instead of disturbing it.
Those are the people who tend to unlock the deepest version of my work.
Because once I genuinely see someone beneath the performance they show the world, my own barriers tend to disappear too.
And what unfolds after that no longer feels rehearsed.
It feels human.
The older I get, the less interested I am in entertaining chaos simply because someone can afford access.
Alignment matters more to me now.
Not everyone reaches the table anymore.
And honestly, I think that is one of the healthiest things age has taught me.

I began massage work in 2009 for a reason most people probably wouldn’t expect.
Time.
Not money. Not freedom. Time.
I grew up with four siblings in a household where both parents worked constantly. They did what they had to do, but it created something people from that generation understand well:
Latchkey kids.
Empty houses after school.
Microwave dinners.
Figuring life out quietly on your own while adults chased work and survival.
So when my son was in elementary school and we moved, I watched the anger hit him. His whole world changed overnight. New environment. New routine. New everything.
And I remember thinking very clearly:
I do not want to become a distant figure he only passes in hallways between work shifts.
Massage work gave me something traditional employment never could.
Presence.
I homeschooled him. Ate meals with him. Watched movies with him in the middle of weekdays. Helped him grow a gaming channel on YouTube. Heard his thoughts as they formed instead of years later after he had already become someone else.
People often assume this industry is only about sensuality, temptation, or fantasy.
But for me, one of its greatest gifts was much quieter than that.
It gave me time with my son while he was still becoming himself.
He’s now an adult.
College graduate.
Engaged.
Funny enough, the older I get, the more I realize success may simply be asking yourself one question honestly:
“Were you truly there for the people you loved?”

For eight years, I showed up to massage the same man every week.
His name was Erasmo.
Two hours. Every week. Like clockwork.
He used to pay in advance because I gave him a discounted rate for consistency. In all those years, I never once heard him speak badly about another human being. Not once.
Funny how certain realizations don’t hit until someone is gone.
Erasmo worked as a janitor for the same school for roughly thirty years. Quiet life. Quiet discipline. The kind of man most people overlook because he never demanded attention from the room.
He retired… and passed away about a year later from a heart attack.
What stayed with me was how routine his life was. Morning workouts. Early discipline. Predictable structure. I used to warn him about pushing too hard in the mornings because cardiovascular events statistically rise during the early hours after waking.
Research has shown that between roughly 6 AM and noon, the risk of heart attack and sudden cardiac events increases significantly due to the body’s circadian rhythm. Blood pressure rises. Cortisol and adrenaline surge. The blood becomes more prone to clotting after waking. 
None of this means exercise is bad. Exercise is life.
But the human body is strange. Vulnerable. Rhythmic.
And sometimes the people who seem the steadiest leave the quietest absence behind them.
After eight years, I realized something rare about him:
Kind people really do exist.

So he responded to the text I sent him a week ago and he's now charging $800 an hour. $500 I would have done but at his current rate I chose to pass

I think I found out. It's Mitch Branson. 
 

Don’t think he’s real - pics on this profile match up with this doctor in London with 25K followers https://www.instagram.com/harrisontfit

I saw Apollo this weekend.  Amazing, as always.  Still in great shape, and charming as ever.  It never ceases to impress me how he remembers little details from past visits that took place months or even years ago.  He has given me the OK to share these photos we took. Even through the frosted glass of the hotel bathroom door, his muscle mass still shines through.  An absolute gem of a man.  

In most major events there are interesting vignettes related to them. In this case, one of the passengers on the ship was dropped home to Tristan da Cunha in mid April and subsequently developed symptoms of the disease. The response required, from the British Army and the Royal Air Force, is extraordinary.
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cvgzv77ldpdo

Happy Mothers Day to all of our mothers 

He's coming to Los Angeles in May...
And just my bad luck, I just had hernia surgery yesterday and need to spend six weeks recovering! 😭
Anyone who tries him in SoCal, please report back how your experience was.

So many important realities of life are political. I'm sorry this board chooses to shut down important discussions that are vital to an older gay man. But I understand what can happen when moderation is an issue. It is not easy or enjoyable to moderate political discussion.
I wish to thank everyone who expressed kindness. The situation happened a long time ago, and time has a way of dulling the pain. If I knew then what I know now, I would have behaved differently. Of course, things could be much worse. I could be homeless, or have alzheimer's. I still own my apartment, I survive on Medicare, and I receive Social Security. Trouble is, these things can always change. It is never good to take any good thing for granted.

At first no one knew.
Then I confessed to one friend who was accepting. slowly but surely more of my closets friends found out. 
Some family know.  No one has been judgey. 
 

No, it’s not something I’m ashamed of - if my family were to find out I would happily explain and educate them on the topic - however it’s also not something that I’ve ever brought up or would bring up, I’m not how to or if I ever would instigate that conversation.