nycman

I used to get “kennel cough”, or at the very least a URI/sore throat, every time I visited a bathhouse. I didn’t go that often, but it was often enough that it was annoying. When I went, I routinely hooked up with three or four guys each night. I learned to use an antiseptic mouthwash before and after every encounter and the problems seemed to go away. Even though my Bathhouse Betty days are long behind me, it’s a practice I continue today, before and after every sexual encounter. Anecdotal evidence at best, but it works for me. Hope it helps you.

Sint Maarten = dirty Dutch side with the cruise ship terminal and airport. Saint Martin = passable French side. AKA a poor man’s St Barts.

If, and only if, U is actually U. If you look at the original U=U study, there were several seroconversions, when U wasn’t really U. Those got discounted, but in real life, those guys became infected with HIV. And that’s what really matters.

Ummm…minor point, but if you got an infection from sexual activity…..it’s an STI. “You can also catch molluscum if you have sex with someone who has it. Many molluscum infections in adults occur this way.“ https://www.cdc.gov/molluscum-contagiosum/about/index.html It’s not technically classified as an STI because kids can get it rubbing up against each other on the playground, and no one wants to freak out parents telling them their kid got an STI. But if you’re an adult and you got it on your dick from rubbing up against another adult in bed…it’s an STI. Semantics, true but semantics are important when discussing STIs.

Lots, and lots of lube.

Picture it….. Philadelphia. 1995. A very young (and unbeknownst to him, strikingly beautiful) NYCman is leaving Woody’s after a rare unsuccessful night of cruising. I stumbled upon a tall, dark, ripped, handsome, rugged man in torn jeans. He smelled of roofing tar and desperation. I was right on both accounts. I took him back to my apartment and we spent a wonderful evening together. Although we hadn’t discussed it ahead of time, in the afterglow, it became obvious he expected to be paid. I had absolutely no money. I mean seriously, I had to save up for “Dollar Margarita Night”. And even then, I could only afford one margarita. So I gave him a pair of my jeans. When he realized I only had 2 pair of jeans to my name, and I was willing to give him one of them, he started crying. At first, he refused to take them. When I pointed out, there wasn’t much left of his old jeans to even put on, he begrudgingly accepted them. I’ll never forget how happy he was when he put my jeans on. He also showed me the knife he had planned to use to rob me and told me to be more careful in the future. Several times after that, I saw him on the street outside Woody’s after closing and he would come to crash at my place. The smell of roofing tar still makes me hard. God, I’ve had a fun life!

For those not raised on an excessive diet of Monty Python skits:

That link is already dead and we’re back to: https://rentmen.eu/Juan_Lucas/ https://rent.men/Juan_Lucas

And now I can’t get this song out of my head…..

I see face pictures as well, and agree he’s very cute. But… “I ofer high end experiences and companonship time for the right of people” ”Subscribe to my OF!” Pass.

https://rentmen.eu/Real_lover/

“The cup is always have full!!" I love this. Plus, he gives me Christopher Meloni vibes!

I just cancel the trip. C'est la vie!

I don’t disagree. That still doesn’t change my opinion about the importance of honesty.