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Also - unless it's a far trip that would truly be very expensive, I would hope that most escorts would consider paying for that themselves. In terms of escorts that I've hosted, I don't think I've ever been asked to pay for uber fees. But if they're staying in downtown Boston, it's a reasonable ride to my place from there.

I've had a few regular hookup experiences where the guy has either shown up drunk or high (without saying anything about it beforehand) - very disappointing. And if I'm talking with a guy I'm interested in hooking up with and he starts asking about PnP, that's a clear red flag. (I was trying to meet a guy the other night, and he wasn't really entirely into what I was looking for but I was willing to go for it, until he messaged me "any party favors?" - then I gave up.) Though, I do have to say, I don't know what any escort plans to do with the money, nor do I ask - as long as they're clean while they're with me. I have to assume that the overwhelming majority of guys I've hired are not buying drugs - but how do I know?

I'm not sure I'd agree with the term "promoting" in this case. I'm not a PnP person, but I also think it's better that escorts are able to advertise that they are, instead of it being something they have to hide. It's a given that not everyone on RM is going to be honest about their lifestyle, but it helps that they can note it if they want. Usually it's a sign for me that I won't be hiring that particular guy, though of course I can also talk with him to see if drugs are essential or whether I can rely on having a sober session.

I find that with a VPN, you can see the written comments on the reviews using the main site, but not the app version. Not sure why that is, but at least it does work.

The performance at the Macy's parade was good, I'll admit - though it was also the only promo for a new show on the broadcast, which is a shame. However, there's still nothing that makes me want to go see yet another "story of a singer's life with all their songs shoehorned in" jukebox show. Just...can't...do...it. However, I did see the PBS broadcast of the London Kinky Boots this weekend, and was reminded that famous pop singer songwriters like Cyndi Lauper (and Sara Bareilles, of Waitress fame) can actually pen successful and wonderful original new scores specifically for the theatre. Give me more of those.

I admit that virtually all (with very few exceptions) of escorts I've hired have been those I feel that are the most "safe" - that is, reviewed on Daddy's, or otherwise clearly "legit." I've hesitated to go through with hires that aren't - I've had potential offers from guys on Doublelist, for instance, that I've just been too leery of, without the assurance that they'll be for real. How do you approach this with guys on sites like Grindr? Is it just blind trust, or are there ways to be mostly assured that they're not scammers or even cops, etc?

I believe she is straight. I got her as a referral from a close friend/colleague who also sees her (he's straight too lol), and I really like her a lot. Very personable. But we're not dealing with sexual issues - the main reason for seeing her is for the anxiety I developed over the summer. She does know I'm gay, though. To be honest, gender/sexuality didn't really even occur to me - my friend's recommendation was solid, and I jumped at the chance. In fact it helped me going in that we had a mutual acquaintance. (Same thing with my PCP - he was actually recommended to me by one of my aunts. And he's great. Also straight lol, and I can't say I'm attracted to him in the least.) I suppose if I was seeing someone for issues that revolved more around my sexuality, or for any specific sexual issues, I might want to see a gay male as they would be more in touch with that subject. But at the moment, I don't feel I need that.

Agreed. I started seeing a therapist fairly recently due to an onset of anxiety that started this summer. We've barely gotten into true "therapy" yet, but just having the chance to talk with her about things and hearing her basic advice has been immeasurably helpful.

And yet, it's also I think pretty common (or at least stereotypically so) for men to have an urge to nod off after sex - probably moreso with age? (Back to the citation of "le petit mort" above.) Many times, after I cum, I do feel at least a short period of time where I could easily doze off. In a purely casual encounter where getting off is the goal, that may be the end of the session. If I'm with someone I really feel something for, I can usually fight the urge off after a few minutes.

I think this is very normal, in terms of casual sex. When you really have no true emotional connection with a sex partner, and it's truly just the sex that's driving the encounter, I think it's natural to feel a bit let down after that huge burst of endorphins/adrenaline/hormones leads to nothing but the end of the session. (Some of us clearly feel it more than others - I envy those who seem not to feel it at all.) That usual awkwardness at ending a session can also feel depressing - in an escort session that end is usually defined by the clock, but even so, that transition from physical pleasure back to the "real world" can be weird. In a casual hookup situation where the clock is not so important, ending the session can still be very awkward - how long do we lay here and cuddle waiting for the other guy to make the move out of the bed? (etc) - the "politics" of the moment can feel a bit tense. So - are there ways to mitigate this? I don't really know, other than to know going into things that this could happen. I'd say to try not to dwell on the "tristesse" as much, and just know that it's often an inevitable part of the moment. Perhaps once your partner has left (or you've left), get right on to another activity that will take your mind off of the negative feelings. If the sex was particularly good, hold onto the feeling of fun you had. (Or if it wasn't very good, you can always just toss the experience off and take the importance out of it that way). Brazilians have a word - "saudade" - which to the best of my knowledge (as a non-Brazilian) seems to try to capture those bittersweet/"nostalgic" feelings we all have in life - a bit of a self-aware sadness over our simply being human, even in our joy. (Can anyone in the know describe this more accurately for us?) Perhaps it's more of a "saudade" we should try to feel in these moments - knowing we just had a really fun time, but that it has to come to an end - rather than a true sense of overt depression?

And Meg, also, as a nickname for Margaret. And then, Meg can also stand for Meghan/Megan/etc.

On the other hand, I seem to know a lot of guys these days who prefer James instead of Jim. (Another student of mine is one of them, as a matter of fact.) I had a friend in college that I had a crush on who went by Jim, and I seem to recall didn't like James at all. But worse was when I would tease him and call him Jimmy, which he hated, lol. But all's fair in lust and war, I suppose - he knew how to tease me back. See, he was maybe 6'3" or so and I'm 5'6", and he used to like to taunt me by saying that if I really wanted him I'd have to jump for it. :-) (This was also right around the time that Van Halen's "Jump" was a hit song. Go figure...)

Two of my male students have "custom" nicknames they prefer - one of them is truly a diminutive of his first name (resulting in the name of a common alcoholic beverage) and the other uses a diminutive of his LAST name (resulting in the name of a common object). For some reason, over the 4 years I've had them as students, I've always referred to the first one by his nickname, but the other by his real first name (or, actually, the common nickname for his first name). Luckily, student #2 doesn't seem to mind.

Very true. I'm ok whether a guy's pits are clean or sweaty (with, like you, a preference for the latter), but the taste of deodorant is definitely not good. I've been with a few guys who were very willing to try to wash their deodorant out - a gesture I've appreciated. Most fun are the guys who, when we talk beforehand, are intrigued by my interest in pits enough to be willing to work up a bit of a sweat for me. I always make sure to let them know how appreciative I am.

Or, the other way around, of course - an escort who really has fun going the distance to do something I love. But yes - if we tend to look at the typical escort/client as it being the escort's job to make sure the client is getting what he wants, it's so great when I can also give the escort the kind of pleasure that really turns HIM on. Not just routine sex, but something that is clearly special.

Or, the other way around, of course - an escort who really has fun going the distance to do something I love. But yes - if we tend to look at the typical escort/client as it being the escort's job to make sure the client is getting what he wants, it's so great when I can also give the escort the kind of pleasure that really turns HIM on. Not just routine sex, but something that is clearly special.

Yes, but no matter the mores of an era or under various religions, etc, humans have always been insatiably curious about sex - and I tend to think that "secret experimentation" has always happened between members of the same sex, even by people who publicly cry out against homosexuality. Who's to say that young Tommy Jefferson didn't rub one out with a male friend at some point? I think it's human nature.

I love the idea of a jockdude who's into his own sweat scent. A guy who judges his on-field performance by how he smells after the game, lol. Maybe a baseball pitcher who rates his games by how rank his pits are afterward - and who's eager to share his hard-earned scent with me. Yeah, he knows being showered and clean is more polite, but secretly he thinks of his after-game BO as a sign of his studly manhood, and he likes that I think that way too. Besides, he knows that getting his pits tongued out is so much more fun than washing them in the shower...

I agree that the review itself seems a bit off. But I will also say that my one attempt to hire Collin (which I gave up on after he tried to sneak in an extra fee for transportation, which I never expected) ended in a similar kind of crazy ranting, which I felt at the time was very out of proportion with the events that transpired. A huge turnoff. And it seems to me that his rant to me (taking up TWO long raving emails, if I recall) and the trump-like response to this review can't truly be the only times he's reacted like that. Whether this is due to substance abuse, or just being an abusive person in general, I don't know - but it's truly scary.

The problem is that you always accuse me of "arguing." I've had enough of that. Sorry to say.

As a musician, New Years Eve gigs can be quite lucrative, so I grab one when I can. But it also can be a very hectic night, so it's a double edged sword. Sometimes indeed I'm very happy just having a quiet night listening to the Met gala on the radio lol.

But, to clarify, that was a very different kind of event. It wasn't a New Years' Eve gala, nor did Martin perform extensively. Not the same at all.

When I first saw the show in Boston in the 80's, I knew the recording very well but not the book, and it was fun to see it all come together. Also interesting to find out that a few of the songs had been recorded in versions rather different from the show score. One of my favorite "surprises" in the design was at the very end of the show - the seating was, at least, in part, "cafe style" at small tables, and right on the button of "Don't Feed The Plants," paper "vines" were released from the ceiling, all around us. It was always fun to take friends to the show and to see them get startled by that. It was the perfect "shock" ending to a truly wonderful production.

This summer I had a chance to try the Impossible Meatballs at a party, and I liked them a lot. Later this summer I tried another company's faux-burger at a restaurant, and while it was decent, I wasn't as impressed. The verdict is still out for me.

I'd much rather it be one opera fully staged, Netrebko or not. And in fact, I'd much much rather the evening wasn't such an overtly blatant vanity-style tribute to a known Putin supporter. Nothing to celebrate there. There are plenty of other sopranos who could have sung any of the proposed roles here. But, it could have been worse - it could be another Jeremy Sams debacle (c.f. those horrible productions of Fledermaus and The Merry Widow, etc.)