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From much of the conversation here we may surmise that because of his accent he is NOT likely American, Canadian or Australian yet he is cut. That most likely would make him Jewish or Muslim. Why, may I ask, is it important to know his exact national origin and religion? I certainly wouldn't expect to go to a church, a temple or a mosque with him.

In reality the answer here is simple. In a perfect world, one in which we do not live, things such as race, age and size should be irrelevant BUT they aren't always. I, for example, ALWAYS disclose my age, soon to be 80, as I would prefer to have the escort I'm interested in cease texting or emailing me upon learning my age rather than having him slam the door in my face when I arrive at his place. I find the idea of rejection through texting and emailing much preferable to in my face rejection. I've been hiring now for over eighteen years and to my recollection only one potential hire discontinued communication with me once I told him my age. Now from the other side of the hiring duo, the vast majority of us who hire have our own preferences (prejudices). I will readily admit that I'm a body fascist. I mostly hire guys with bodybuilder or gymnast type bodies. With that said I've hired Black guys, Asian guys, Hispanic guys, Older guys, and Caucasian guys with the body types that appeal to me. I, however, have not hired any of the above type of guys who sport twink bodies. I taught high school for thirty plus years and I want to have sex with MEN not boys. Is that a preference or am I prejudice - WHATEVER - that's me.

The only problem with some of the very specialized forums is that most participants here don't read them. Frankly I like this thread here or possibly in the Lounge. Most of us read these two forums.

No I'm not but it does sound sexy as hell!

I just might be the only one around here old enough to remember when movie theaters offered double features, each about 60 to 90 minutes long. Between the two features cartoons and movie serials were shown. One of the serials was Flash Gordon starring Buster Crabbe. He had been a star swimmer in college at USC and won the 400 meters freestyle gold metal at the 1932 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles. I was just a kid but I got an instant hand-on watching him during those short features.

Damn does this thread bring back memories of my teen years -- I turned 10 in 1950. My mother's family, though not LDS, was from central Utah (Springville, Provo, and Spanish Fork). My dad's family though originally from Slovenia settled in Rock Springs, Wyoming. EVERY summer we would drive from L.A. to Utah to visit my mother's siblings and then on to Rock Springs to visit my dad's parents and brother. We would leave on Friday after my dad go off work and drive to the top of the Cajon Pass where he would pull off to the side of the road and get a couple of hours of sleep -- not pleasant. Early Saturday morning we would continue through Las Vegas and then on to central Utah. In those days ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING in Utah was closed on Sunday. Dad would always be very careful to buy gas late Saturday because it wasn't available on Sunday's. Utah wasn't dry but alcohol certainly couldn't be purchased on Sundays along with anything else. All forms of alcohol had to be purchased at state owned stores. Dad was a heavy beer drinker and he always made a point to buy a couple six-packs immediately upon arriving at my aunts to tide him over until Monday. On one occasion we were driving from Spanish Fork, Utah to visit another aunt in Wolf Point, Montana. We stopped, to spend the night, at a motel in the middle of the Crow Indian (Native American) Reservation where to my dad’s horror he was informed that no alcohol was sold on the reservation. Dad and I got in the car and he drove back 50 miles to the first town off the reservation to buy his beer, we then drove back the same 50 miles to our motel. Now Wyoming, on the other hand, was one of the last vestiges of the rip roaring wild-west. Alcohol damn near flowed in the streets. And you could buy alcohol just about anywhere anytime. My mother loved sage hens, a type of native chicken like bird. On our first morning in Rock Springs my aunt would get up early, go out of town to her small ranch, saddle her horse and go out and shoot, with her shotgun, a dozen or more sage hens. Upon returning to town she and my mother would clean and pluck the birds and we would have them for dinner. At that time in Wyoming people refused to use paper one dollar bills – it was silver dollar country. Each year my uncle would give one or two silver dollars to take home. I imagine I still have a couple of them somewhere. VERY GOOD MEMORIES

Two Sean Cody models: From the past - Jamie - an old fashioned stud muffin From the present - Nixon - another old fashioned stud muffin

Gar1eth my mother used to make wonderful dill pickles. She would arrange with a local vegetable stall to have small cucumbers field picked early in the morning. We would pick three or four lugs up from the stall around 9 in the morning. When we got home it was my job to wash them while my mother prepared the pickling liquid. She would pack the jars with the cucumbers and a fresh dill head. She added a small lump of alum supposedly to keep them crisp. She then fill the Kerr or Mason jars with the hot liquid and sealed them. She didn't even bother to water bath them. Now my success rate at making these pickles has been awful. They have always come out soft and mushy - in fact I've given up trying to make them which is partially why I have turned to pickling beet which I love.

Gar1eth I do quite a bit of canning. If your mom used vinegar in the pickling (likely) there was no danger of botulism developing. I frequently pickle beets and they are also not a problem because of the use of vinegar.. Jam and jellies may also be preserved without concern for botulism because of the acid in the fruits. Where the problem arises concerning botulism is in low acid vegetables ie. string beans, corn, and even some tomatoes.

Sorry Azdr1710 but it will be a VERY cold day in hell when I eat an In-N-Out "protein" burger. I always order a three way animal style and if I can't have it that way I would rather do without.

Here is another summer salad that I grew up with which is easy and very nice. 1 medium cucumber, peeled and thinly sliced 1 medium red onion, thinly sliced and separated into rings 2 medium tomatoes, sliced (preferably vine ripened) several garlic cloves, peeled and finely chopped fresh dill, chopped Layer the cucumber, red onion rings and sliced tomatoes sprinkling each layer with some of the finely chopped garlic and dill. Pour over the vegetables a simple vinaigrette and refrigerate for a couple of hour prior to serving. On Thursday I will be serving this salad along with sloppy Joe's and potato chips. Two of my very best friends come over every Thursday evening for dinner. We sit at the opposite ends of my patio and I place the food on a card table in between us.

Unfortunately Purplekow I haven't a clue when my family started eating kosher salami. Why do you ask?

I grew up in a predominately Jewish neighborhood of Los Angeles. Many of the products my mother used in cooking were kosher simply because they were readily available. My dad who had been born in Slovenia absolutely loved kosher salami. Most of my playmates were Jewish and by simple exposure I learned to use numerous Yiddish words and expressions. Year later when I started teaching my school was located in an area where many Jewish doctors and their families lived. One day one of my students asked me if I was Jewish. When I asked why he asked he explained that I used a lot of Yiddish words and expressions in the classroom. I had never realized that I used them. Interestingly enough I still do. I’m not much on iceberg lettuce except in hard shelled tacos. I tend to eat lots of salads but usually with red and green leaf lettuce and romaine. I also love spinach salads. I frequently call my salads “garbage salads” because I slice up and throw in any vegetable I have on hand. I make from scratch all of my own salad dressings. Fresh salad dressing are so much better than bottled ones.

I've been hiring now for twenty years and over those years I have, on numerous occasions, stated that I'm very much into bodybuilder types. However, with that stated I've also lost patience with guys who post multiple photographs without a single cock shot, claim they are versatile yet don't state one activity in which they are willing to participate. If an escort wants me to buy then he needs to show me the goods and tell me just what the fuck he is willing to do.

Would also be extremely interested in any available information about this guy. I'm a paying member of rentmen yet this guys telephone number is unavailable. I wonder if he is still active.

Purplekow I truly envy you getting together with Rick Hammersmith. I tried numerous times to arrange a meeting but our schedules were always at adds. My loss I'm sure.

RealAvalon if I'm correct 28c translates to 82.4f. Here is Southern California during the summer heat 82.4 would be considered a delightfully cool summer day. Last week it was 35c and it's is most definitely going to get hotter than that as we move into August and September.

Hands down nobody really even comes close -- Todd L.A. Sexually he reminded me of a rambunctious puppy. I can still see him standing naked at the other side of by bedroom. Suddenly he would make a running dive on to my bed. Once on the bed his first comment was always “god I love sex with a man”. He was a semi successful actor and thus didn’t want to meet in public in his own neighborhood. He always drove to my place. I would prepare an overly large dinner and send him home with the leftovers. He had a very handsome face, a chiseled body and a beautiful cock. I vividly remember one time when he was sucking me off – I was just about to cum and warned him. He paused for a moment and then stated “so cum” which I proceeded to do in his mouth. From that point on we always came in each other’s mouths. We got together every other month for two plus years. He found a partner and stopped escorting. His partner’s gain and definitely my loss. He is the only escort I’ve ever meet that I can honestly say that had I been thirty years younger I would have made a definite play for him. At the time he was thirty and I was sixty – too many years difference. Sorry if this overly long commentary resembles a review BUT damn I do miss him and I haven's seen him in eighteen years.

Even though I find him highly appealing I have to agree with wklukas. He doesn't list anal, kissing, or oral as things he is into. Does he really think those omissions will lead to an great escorting career?

Nice face and great body, however, he doesn't include kissing and oral as things he is into. Unfortunately both omissions are deal breakers for me.

I've learned to be suspicious of handsome well built escorts who claim to be versatile and into are all the activities I enjoy YET do not display an ass or cock shots.

Thank god it has cooled off here in North Orange County, CA. It has been in the 90's the last few days. Today it was in the low 80's with a nice breeze. Unfortunately it is supposed to be back in the mid to high 90's this weekend. I am currently leaving the house to walk at 6 a.m. at which time it is still overcast thus I avoid both the sun and the heat.

I started loosing my hair in my late teens. I eventually chose to go the comb over route rather than the toupee route. My part on the one side kept getting lower and lower. Then around 1995 I'd had it. I asked my students where I should go to get my hair clipped as short as possible. They sent me to Super Cuts. When I told the stylist to chip it as short as possible she was horrified and asked what my wife would say. Not being married and not wanting to get in a discussion I simply said that I didn't tell her how to do her hair and she didn't tell me how to do mine. After she had clipped off half of my hair she asked me what I though. I looked at her and smiled and asked what she would do if I didn't like it -- glue back what she had already cut off -- she didn't get it but went on and finished the rest. I then went home and shaved off the stubble. Now that I'm retired I don't shave my head every day -- more like two or three times a week. As far as I'm concerned shaving my head was the smartest thing I ever did. However, I must say that when I have both my head and face slavered all over with shaving cream I do look a little ridiculous.

Unicorn might not some individuals achieve "personal satisfaction" from besting their best.

In Europe between 1347 and 1351 40% to 50% of the population succumbed to the “Black Death”. Boccaccio in his work “The Decameron” wrote that many people who remained in Florence during this period decided to “drink and party away their final days in nihilistic revelries”. That situation and this current one are certainly not exactly the same but the longer this current crisis continues, I am convinced that, people’s reactions are going to mirror those of the people in Florence. People are going to get fed up with being sequestered and we are going to see more and more of this morbid party behavior. The article didn’t state if the young man had any underlying conditions or not. Most people under 40 seem to think that they most likely will not contract the virus but if they do it will be a mild case. The young have always thought of themselves as indestructible. I must say I wonder how much of this current upsurge in the virus is due to opening up too soon or to all the protests and rioting that took place about three or four weeks ago. During those protests and riots photographs showed that many of the participants were not wearing masks and they definitely were not social distancing.