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First, I want to thank @Charlie for bringing up a difficult topic that most of us would just rather avoid. Unfortunately, I’ve seen the results of ignoring this topic. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t end pretty. Planning and open honest discussions are everything. For context, I have an older brother…useless. Two nephews….both very kind, both very useless. The best advice I can give is to work closely with an estate planner to ensure you have the resources available to provide care for yourself. As always talking with your accountant and lawyer about these things is a good idea. They’ve seen hundreds of scenarios (the good, the bad, and the ugly) play out over their careers. Listen to them, even if what they’re telling you sounds harsh and/or unpleasant. They know what works, and what doesn’t work. Also, make sure everyone around you knows your exit plan. It’s different for all of us. So far, knowing I have an escape hatch, has brought me great calm and helped me survive life’s inevitable rough spots. As they say in disaster planning: during a disaster, nothing will go the way you planned, but at least you had a plan Finally, go out of your way to engage with people younger than you. Yes, this can be incredibly difficult. You will have to endure listening to them talk about things that you find banal and/or that to which you can’t even remotely relate. You will worry about your relationship being a "burden" on them. They will have to endure listening to you bitch about how much you hate getting older (hint: don’t do it. No one cares and they will start avoiding you if you do.). Be exceedingly kind, generous, and patient with them. In other words, be the friend you want to have. Nothing more, nothing less. At first it may feel strained or artificial. Do it anyways. Bonds develop over time. Most of us sell ourselves short on what we bring to the table for a younger generation. The friends I have watched "grow old gracefully" were the ones who mastered this step most of all. On a funny note, the other day I was musing out loud about this topic with my trainer. He unexpectedly piped in with “don’t worry about it bro, that’s what you have me for". I shot back with "I’m talking about the hard part, like having someone to wipe my ass, not someone to count to ten at my bedside". His response?…"the only hard part is going to be keeping you from grabbing my ass while I’m wiping yours." We both had a good laugh and got back to the work out. He’s not my Plan A, but it’s nice to know he wants to be there.

Whatever you do don’t give them a key to your room to avoid going downstairs to meet them. I learned the hard way when an escort decided to "treat himself" to several items in the casino gift shop on the way out.

That’s your "little head" talking. In this game, I suggest you quickly learn to ignore him. People generally don’t like to bad mouth someone and most people want to help escorts/massage therapists that they like. Whenever I’ve ignored negative private reviews, I’ve regretted it. YMMV.

Seriously, I was like "what do Spartans have to do with RM chats?" It took me WAY too long to figure it out….lol.

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The hotel will most likely already ‘know" your guest from previous "visits". He will have already been clocked by security the minute he gets out of his car in the parking garage. They know why he’s there and they know why you’re meeting him on the first floor. As long as he doesn’t have a bad history with the casino, dresses appropriately, and doesn’t make a scene, they won’t care. If you really want to get your jollies, wave to the security camera in the elevator while you pat his ass.

Don’t get too excited…… "N. gonorrhoeae can evolve resistance to zoliflodacin in the laboratory." https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-023-03448-x And it’s not exactly a “new drug"….this is from 2018: "but this agent was less efficacious in the treatment of pharyngeal infections." https://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJMoa1706988 Good news indeed, but I’m afraid it won’t last long. N. gonorrhea Is an amazing bacteria.

I used to be an avid reader from high school on. Then about 10 years ago their "reporting" got tediously predictable and frankly unreliable. I hung on for another 5 years or so (as others have mentioned, for the cooking recipes and the crosswords). Then when I could bear it no more, I moved over to the Wall Street Journal. I don’t really give a crap about the business world, but I do find their reporting much more balanced and honest than the NYTimes. I have no regrets. I’d say I miss the "old grey lady", but she’s dead. So it’s pointless.

Unfortunately…despite wandering like lost Jews in the desert….we’re still in Jersey.

That really depends on which airport, what time of day, and how you plan to travel. I would say at best Haneda Airport is about 45 min to an hour away and Narita is an hour and a half away. That’s AFTER you leave the airport. I haven’t found the Tokyo Airports to be particularly fast or efficient. If you’re planning on picking up luggage and catching a Taxi, I’d say you’re not gonna make it. That’s especially true if you’re not familiar with the Tokyo Airports / Systems. Hope that helps.

During school, I knew 4-5 people with photographic memories. I initially hated them because every exam was an open book test for them. It was crazy. They literally could see the textbook pages in their mind. Over time I got to know them and found out that they couldn’t forget anything. Then you realize how important the ability to forget unpleasant things is to your mental health. They were all constantly tortured by their past. It wasn’t pretty. In reality, it’s a curse.

I wrote a brilliant (and funny) reply but I’m sure it will be labeled "political" so I deleted it. Sorry you guys missed out. Joy to the World!

That’s not completely true. I’ve hung out with hardcore WASPS who say it with an almost militant tone. Personally, I just say whatever I’m feeling in the moment. It’s not really a political concept to me. Or as I once overheard at a gay bar in NYC, "focus on the Merry part, Mary".

I think my "emotions" might be a little "different" than most….but this performance kills me everytime. The meltdown is spectacular! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw-CdMSJNPM

The holidays can be rough. I would imagine many clients are single middle aged gay men. Certainly not all, or perhaps even most, but many. My professional life is always so chaotic and unpredictable that I’ve learned to treat every day of the year as just "another day”. Be it December 25th or July 16th. Nonetheless, when everyone else is with family and the world outside is empty, it can be rough. I can see why clients would want to spend some extra time just talking or being with someone. Nonetheless, personally I tend to do the opposite of @Coolwave35. I tend to withdrawal. I love his approach (as usual) but it’s not for me. Do I show a "greater appreciation" during the holiday’s? Yes, but I tend to do that for everyone on my payroll. In general, I try to calculate what "2 weeks pay" is and give them that as a bonus. If anything, I hire less than normal. It’s not that I don’t "love" the regulars in my life. I just assume that they have lots of family duties around the holidays and I tend to leave them to it. Funny enough, after "family time” some of them still find a way into my bed. Am I grateful, generous, and affectionate? Of course.

Thank you for this. Crazy, sexy, dirty, beautiful….Italian!

X = no/not available O = yes/available ∆ = maybe/sometimes

To the best of my knowledge, he’s a private citizen. But I could be wrong.

Beautiful and fun in bed. Ahhh…memories!

And they waste time thinking about some small town mayor who likes dressing up as a woman? I’m just sad he felt the need to kill himself. Who gives a flying fuck if he likes wearing woman’s clothes? Hell, I would have showed up at my town’s next 4th of July parade in the official mayor’s convertible (there’s always an official mayor’s convertible in small town 4th of July parades) in full make up and ball gown. And I would have asked Bob the Drag Queen to sit next to me, just to REALLY twist their hateful brains. Fuck’em.