nycman

I once saw a "wall" collapse during a performance at the Mariinsky circa 1993. At the time I thought….and we were worried about losing the Cold War? On the same trip, I saw La Bayadère at the Bolshoi, and during The Kingdom of the Shades, I thought ….how did we ever win?

It’s a little frightening if the bots have gotten this complex. And I believe they have.

I test well. Enough said. In the long run, I’ve found that hard work is infinitely more important.

I would appear that this is information you found out by snooping around using the escorts personal information. Admittedly, this is something that is quite commonly done in today’s world. That doesn’t mean it’s morally sound to do so. Nonetheless, the deed is done and now you’ve uncovered something that may, or may not, reflect poorly on the young man’s reputation. Of course, the only reason you’re not confronting him directly with the information you’ve uncovered is that you don’t want him to know that you were digging into his private life. So in essence you are protecting yourself while doing damage to his reputation. Even if the damage is only in your mind and to your relationship with him. Your judging him without giving him a fair chance to defend himself seems at best unfair and at worst self-serving. Man up, tell him about your little Nancy Drew escapade, face the shame, and give him a chance to explain. I believe you owe it to him. I’m sure others feel differently.

Go ahead. It’s your cash, do as you please. But being stuck on a small Caribbean island with someone I don’t wan’t be there with sounds like a special level of Hell to me. Kind of like the ultimate blind overnight hire mistake. Deadly? Perhaps not. You’ll just wish you were.

You’ve never been to St. Barts have you? There are zero direct flights from Paris to St. Barts. Some flights from Paris to Saint Martin next door. Still, it wouldn’t be a good idea to fly someone in unless you know them very well. It’s a very small and intimate island. Flying in the wrong escort here would be a deadly, not to mention costly, mistake.

I believe that preventing disease and creating life are two different things. I understand that others feel differently.

Somewhere a god is laughing. We are interfering where we shouldn’t be and we’re surprised things get screwed up?

I love crazy New York right now. Reminds me of the late 80’s early 90’s NYC. A little messy, a little dangerous, certainly not sterile. I predict some impressive creativity will come from this time.

How….fucking….dare…..you not use his name? You little punk ass bitch! The man was and is a fucking G-O-D I give you….Henry Rollins! For the record, it was a Mosh Pit at a Black Flag concert in Philly that I decided "I’m too old for this shit", and became a little punk ass bitch myself, and exited the mosh pit forever. At the ripe old age of 25! grin

I think it’s the “Ex" coming here to cause trouble. Of course I have zero proof, I’m just stirring the shit pot….because it’s fun!

50,000 is a very large but not huge event. In an open, outdoor, well designed, space, that shouldn’t lead to multiple crush injury deaths. Nonetheless, a sudden wave of panic can easily set off a group and mass hysteria quickly ensues. There’s really no way to prevent it other than sectioning them off like they do in Times Square on New Years Eve. It kills the vibe, but that’s the point. It’s one, of several, reasons I no longer attended large events. I’ve been "nearly crushed" and certainly "stepped on" more than a few times in my misspent youth. I consider myself lucky, and I no longer feel the need to tempt fate. Having worked on planning events of this size, this is one of many "worst case" scenarios that keeps you up at night in the weeks leading up to the event.

I always knew we were kindred spirits on this Astral Plane. Which was also one of my favorite restaurants in Philly. What can I say? I was poor and didn’t really know great food, but I did appreciate alternative decor!

If it’s not a major inconvenience for me, I try to accommodate a schedule change, even if it’s last minute. As I’ve gotten better at this hobby, I’ve learned not to try and squeeze in a meeting between other appointments so I’m usually pretty flexible. Nonetheless, it’s a one time thing. A second request for a time change is greeted with an immediate cancellation. It’s a sure sign the young man doesn’t take his business or my patronage seriously. I’ve never had a scenario where I’ve accommodated more than one time change request turn into a meeting that was worth the hassle. Too many fish. And even if I’m in an escort wasteland, I’m better off having a drink alone at the bar.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive! - Sir Walter Scott, Marmion Not being as judgmental as that sounds. I understand life is complicated. It is a lesson for all of us.

Beautiful park. Worth a visit. Cute. Go see it, but there are much better places to eat in Tokyo. Massively overrated. Would you hang out in a Park Hyatt in New York? Then why do it in Tokyo? Unless you LOVE cats….I don’t get it. These places are creepy. Now the Owl cafe on the other hand fucking rocks! https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g1066443-d7083924-Reviews-Owl_Cafe_Akiba_Fukurou-Chiyoda_Tokyo_Tokyo_Prefecture_Kanto.html Beautiful, be prepared for lots of walking. It’s next to Yoyogi Park. I would strongly suggest hiring a local gay tour guide. Google it, they’re not hard to find. There are hundreds of 12 seat "gay bars" in Tokyo. Westerners are allowed into about three of them. With a Japanese guide that number increases to about 12. I’m not kidding. It’s an incredibly closed society. There are a few larger street level gay bars that are relatively welcoming. My favorite was the Tokyo Eagle. https://www.eagletokyo.com The guys there were really happy we were there and went out of their way to make sure we knew they wanted us to be there. Most of Japan is like that. It will be very clear where you are welcome, and where you are not. The Mandarin Oriental Tokyo is a stunning and damn near flawless hotel. https://www.mandarinoriental.com/tokyo/nihonbashi/luxury-hotel Nice hotel. Boring city. I’d skip it in the future. As Philadelphia is to New York, so Osaka is to Tokyo. More xenophobic and less interesting. In my book a local gay guide is almost essential here, but I’m not sure I’d even bother. Kyoto is so much more beautiful and interesting….but zero night life. And of course, there is only one…..https://www.aman.com/resorts/aman-kyoto

In high school, a big football jock that I had a huge crush on, retold a joke his father had made involving a mouse, an elephant and a Mercedes, that ended with the punch line "just goes to show that you don’t need a big dick if you’ve got a Mercedes". In his retelling of the event he then teased his father (who owned a Mercedes) about his dick size. I just remember being incredibly turned on by the big stud telling me dick jokes….ahhh….gay adolescence! Random, I know. But this thread made me think of him and made me hard. Thank you.

And the most transgressive act to date would be……? Just asking…..grin

A boy after my own heart!

It’s funny but I don’t like watching my sexual partners in porno movies. Maybe it some weirdo jealousy. Maybe it ruins the fantasy. Who knows, but I seriously go out of my way to avoid seeing my regulars on film with other guys. Same goes with potential hires. I like surprises.

I’m sorry to hear that and I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough course. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

The same illogical statement has been made about gay men having sex. Policing other people’s thoughts and private activities is a dangerous game folks.

Yeah, they need somewhere to get gas and dump their trash. grin

That’s what they said……what they meant was: "you're alive, you still have use of your leg…there’s not enough cash reward at the end of this for us" If the treatment was reasonable (it most likely was) then it doesn’t matter if your dead or alive or have use of your leg or not. The size of the reward however is extremely contingent on you being dead or alive and/or the extent of the injury. They inadvertently tipped their hand.

I never really thought of it from the perspective of medical care for a gay spouse in a foreign country. Even the idea is a little frightening. Although I’ve often been stunned at how open minded medical communities in conservative countries can be behind closed doors, I wouldn’t want to have to rely on the kindness of strangers in such a situation.