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I didn't mind the suite doors, I just won't go out of my way to choose an airline that has them. I flew JetBlue "Mint" round-trip twice from LAS to JFK in the "throne seats". On my first round-trip experience last year, I was able to close the door to my suite during embarkation. That was especially nice as the Economy class passengers filed by and I could tune them out and relax. But this year, the suite doors were locked in the open position during embarkation so I could not do that. There was very little benefit to keeping the doors closed in flight.

I saw Volodymyr on my trip to NYC a few weeks ago. He is my go-to guy for a deep tissue massage.

I used the services of George James again a few weeks ago when I was in NYC, and would recommend him again.

Sounds like maybe it's time to take Ptown off my list of must-visit places. Maybe if I went during Bear Week it would be more frisky. 🐻

You're asking a group of men who hire masseurs specifically to grope them and receive groping in return, who hire and sell sex with strangers, and who discuss which steam rooms in public gyms have the most action, to condemn a flirtatious grope while you were naked in the pool! Most all here think the existing laws regarding prohibiting sex or public sex are overreaching. So while quoting what a law book says about sexual harassment/abuse might earn you points with the #MeToo crowd, you're not going to get sympathy from the majority of men here who would visit Hacienda and Island House looking for such activity. You're like a guy standing at the gym's steam room door with a whistle trying to stop any sexual activity that's going on in there. 👮‍♂️While the law may be on your side, public opinion on among the Company of Men is not. My favorite gay men's hotel starts with a penis measurement by the owner upon check-in. 🍆 The owner offers 1% off the price of the room per inch upon check-in. Besides offering a discount, the act of the owner fondling the customer to get an exact measurement sets the mood for the property that flirtatious touching is normal and to be expected. 🎉 BTW, "Baby It's Cold Outside" is still on my Christmas playlist. 🎄

This is so sad. Do ya'll carry a consent form that must be signed and notorized before ya'll begin flirting with a stranger? Can't wait for the pendulum of society overreaction to swing back to sanity.

Yes! And if a particular good looking young man is taking pictures, why not approach him and offer to take a picture for him? Offer to use your own camera then text him the picture later. This way you get both his picture and his number 😉

Yes 💯. It's akin to going into a church on Sunday morning and then being upset that the pastor sprinkled you with Holy Water without your consent.

I believe it was the ass and the penis 🥳

Even with clothing on at gay bars, I've reached out and paid my respects to others by groping their front or back sides at least 100+ times as a way to say hello. Only once in 2018, in New York City, did someone ever say "No" to me. And in the 100+ times that I've been groped with my clothes on in a gay bar, I politely turned away and said "No thank you" maybe once or twice. Again, it's part of the learned social graces of a gay bar that must be taught to the younger generations.

I heard that the Island House is the friskier of the two hotel pools, so that may justify the higher cost.

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At clothing-optional men-only pools in Palm Springs and Florida, I've been greeted with underwater blowjobs and rim jobs. In each case, I am cordial and cary on my conversation with others nearby in the pool, then introduce myself to the fellow who blew or rimmed me when he comes up for air. Similarly, when I've given underwater blowjobs in the pool, the men politely waited until I came up for air before stopping to introduce themselves and let me know if they were partnered, etc. It's these social graces unique to gay men's pools that need to be taught and passed down to each new generation, especially with the confusing #MeToo movement overreaction to everything.

It is with enough lube 😈

Both of these locations are clothing optional retreats for gay men and, especially Island House, known for frisky behavior. I would be surprised if someone DIDN'T say hello with a friendly grope.

I guess. I was pretty fair. It was a single incident - I know it wasn't intentional. My discomfort stems from being pretty open with him in the moment. He apologized but didn't offer a discount or another session until it became a PR problem. Definitely a technique issue. Overenthusiasm. It happens - it's happened in my personal life. Glad to hear it was just an accident, similar to those you've experienced before.

This makes me long for the days before photography when the voters had to rely on printed speeches, party platforms, and the track records of candidates to decide for whom to cast their vote rather than on one's looks or charisma.

I always offer cash payments, and have never been refused by an escort or masseur. Massage Envy did refuse to accept cash for my last massage with them several years ago. So, I cancelled my membership and then left cash anyway for the massage on the counter (the receptionist wouldn't take it from me or give me receipt) and then walked out and haven't been back.

Yours is a very typical experience for me. I've had a dozen masseurs over the years who started with therapeutic massages with full draping and nothing sexual. We talk about their wife and kids, etc. Then, after a few years and dozens of massages, they forgo the draping and start being more sensual. People change. The only thing constant in life is change.

My grandparents are alive and well and active in their 100s. They smoke, drink, eat ultra processed foods, and take about 40 pills a day each. But, they are active and loving life. The secret: the luck of good genes. Remember, even diarrhea is hereditary (because it runs in your jeans 👖).

I was at home on the West Coast, sitting in my car in the driveway. I had just started the engine when my younger brother came out of the house to tell me our mother called and said the Pentagon had been attacked. He went inside and turned on the television then came back and said, "it's not the Pentagon...a plane hit something called the World Trade Center". Living on the West Coast, I had no idea what the World Trade Center was. "Oh... Mom's exaggerating again," I said. "It's not the Pentagon but just an ordinary building. If the Pentagon had been attacked, then we would be at war." Then I drove to school. At school, we usually listened to classical music on public radio during the first class of the day. This day, the radio in class gave us the news of the events as they happened. We didn't have access to television or the Internet in the classroom. The south tower was hit sometime just before class started. I remember the strong reaction of one of my classmates when the south tower fell. He yelled and broke into tears. He understood the magnitude of the tragedy, but I still didn't know what the World Trade Center was at that moment. Classes were cancelled after my 2nd class of the day. It wasn't until after I drove home and turned on the television that I saw what the World Trade Center was and realized the magnitude of the tragedy.

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My philosophy: You're only as old as the men you sleep with. 🥳 My advice: Embrace each stage of your life. Own being a Daddy. I tell others my white hair on my chest and beard are not gray hairs, but cum stains! 😜 Nothing looks more silly than a middle aged man referring to himself as a "boi". Your body is now a grown man, so behaving like a grown man is sexy.

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