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Here in Texas, you see a lot of lifted four wheel drive pickup trucks with tons of other macho looking accessories and extra loud exhaust systems.  Many easily represent $100k and often bought on credit. I call those: gender-affirming care vehicles.

It is true that before AIDS, there were all sorts of other "gay diseases" that were discussed regularly in the gay community. In fact, I served on the board of a gay organization called Philadelphia Community Health Alternatives in the 1980s, that was founded before AIDS was recognized, because so many gay men developed health problems that their primary care doctors were unaccustomed to deal with, or that the men were uncomfortable revealing to their regular medical providers. We actually started the AIDS Information Hotline that the city government eventually took over.

I never understood asking others to pay for a wedding or vacation, regardless of wealth or celebrity status.  But, not everyone subscribes to a newspaper with the Miss Manners column.

I am curious if those who have posted here saying they have difficulty asking the escort for what they find enjoyable, find it difficult in general to ask for what they want or need.  If the answer to that is yes, a good starting point to getting over this is with an escort.  You are paying him for his "time" and for his expertise.  Utilize both to get what you want and to assist you in being more forthcoming in your not escort hiring life.  I have had times in my life when I was shy about asking for I wanted and guess what? I did not get it.  Escorts and friends and family and clerks at the shoe store are not mind readers.  Ask and ye shall receive or at least, you can move on to someone who may give be better at giving it to you.  

I love your use of correct plural possessive punctuation.  That makes this comment alone worth at least a nickel, not just 2 cents.

Yeah I remember when it was just the "Ambulance Chasers" that spammed their cheap-looking commercials on network TV at 3am because the air time was cheap, but beyond that it was word of mouth and reputation that "reputable" firms had client referrals. What a different world we live in. 

I am leaving Facebook because it keeps showing me videos of former vice presidents dancing.
That's right, I'm being forced out by the Al Gore rhythms.

In the summer of 1967, I was in a monastery on the west side of Detroit, beginning studies for the priesthood. (BTW - it didn't take.)
One night that summer a huge riot broke out in Detroit, about 5 miles from our location. We students went up to the roof and could see a wide-angle expanse or orange glow as fires ravaged the riot-torn area.
In the riot's aftermath, I and my fellow students, as part of multi-faith initiative, went to the devasted neighborhoods to go door-to-door and ask if we could offer help (food, clothing, and so on) to any who needed it.
The priests lent us their Roman collars to go with our black suits, so we looked like junior priests, and even more out of place.
At one house, we were greeted by a young Black man, near our own age, and who couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. With a huge smile and eyes wide open, he laughed and asked, What are you guys doing here? We made our offer of help, but he declined saying he and his family were fine.
But then he said there was one thing we might help with.
You see, he said, I got this uncle named Jack. And my uncle has gotten up on this elephant [not a horse in this story] and now can't get down. So, could you guys help my Uncle Jack off the elephant?
My partner snorted at the question and I turned to him wondering why. I then turned back to the young man and said, Yes, of course we'll help.
My partner now laughed out loud and the young man's eyes got even bigger. No, no, man, See, my uncle's stuck up on this elephant and would you help my Uncle Jack off the elephant?
My partner is now bent over laughing and I again say to the young man, Yes, of course we'll help your uncle!
My partner collapses in a fit of laughter and the young man seems ready to go into convulsions.
I think now that I'm obviously supposed to say "No" but cannot understand why we wouldn't help this young man's poor uncle.
After one more round of back and forth, my now hysterically laughing partner begins to pull me away and down the steps saying goodbye and we're sorry to the young Black man, who now has a story to tell of a completely clueless Catholic boy who didn't even know what "jack off" meant.
There was a time I was that innocent. And that clueless. How things have changed.

There is a 2003 book by Lynne Truss titled Eats, Shoots & Leaves, which inside points out the difference between "A Panda eats shoots and leaves," and "A Panda eats, shoots, and leaves." One statement describes dietary habits and the other requires a post-lunch gunshot. 
The book's subtitle is The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, and I have always loved it! (But unlike the author's title, I am also unabashedly committed to the Oxford comma!)
Thank you for the reminder!

I have a feeling that some of the configurations shown might be better suited to coach/athlete role play at escort $$ rather than any sort of productive massage session. Some might possibly do damage if not perfectly managed by the provider. 
And as a client, if I'm workin' that hard, it's gonna be part of PT covered by Medicare... 😅

The fatted calf?
I'll see myself out.

Welcome!  I’ve learned a lot from the guys on this forum.  Some of it’s even useful!

Two years ago, I rimmed a guy and contracted shigella. The infection was severe, and I became severely dehydrated. I passed out in the shower and almost stopped breathing. Paramedics arrived and administered two bags of IV fluids to me. During my shigella infection, I couldn’t even take a sip of water. It took me three hospital visits and three and a half weeks of recovery. As a result, I’ve stopped rimming altogether. 

"A man's not worth a cent until he's 40.  We just pay him wages until then to make mistakes." -Horace Vandergelder
 
 

About a dozen years ago they dug up a large stretch of Palm Canyon Drive in downtown Palm Springs to upgrade the sewer and water lines. Guess what else they dug up? A lot of big roaches, which scurried all over the sidewalks. Unfortunately, you can't completely get rid of them.
 

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I think it was the Art Gallery of Ontario that Gehry got his hands on, not the ROM......
https://www.theglobeandmail.com/canada/toronto/article-starchitects-architecture-toronto-frank-gehry-genius-art/
when I was in architecture school, we came upon many buildings that were little more than monuments to the architect....the age of the Starchitect has been very long......

To paraphrase Lauren Bacall: You know how to get a hard on don't you, you just get your partner to put together his lips and blow.  

I'm watching the fireworks over Sydney Harbour Bridge (and the rest of the harbour), glass of a nice red in hand.
A happy and prosperous new year to all, may it bring everything you wished for yourselves and those dear to you.

When I was 22, I couldn't imagine a day when I wouldn't get a hard-on at the sight of an attractive male. At 52, I worried about whether an attractive male could get a hard-on at the sight of me, At 82, I had trouble remembering how to get a hard-on. 

A happy and joyful Christmas and holiday season to all!
It's lunch time on Christmas Day here, I'm doing nothing special but have a nice Pinot to open later with my dinner. In the mean time it's 23 degrees in Canberra under a clear blue sky, cooler than the 28 that was predicted but there's still time for that to change.
When I worked in Hawai'i, a work colleague commented to me how weird it was to have hot weather at Christmas. I tilted my head with a confused look on my face and said, 'Not really'.
Hauʻoli Kalikimaka!

Some would opine that those professions were ever deserving of that fate.

Before my potential husband and I started living together, the first subject I broached was the issue of sexual exclusivity: we both were accustomed to being sexually promiscuous, and I didn't want that to end. We agreed that having sex with other people was OK as long as we didn't keep it a secret from one another.  He has already let you know that sex with other people is his job, but does it/will it ever go beyond a "job" with someone else? Will you be comfortable hearing about his work? Will he expect to "work" at home, and how do you feel about that? Will his need to "work" take precedence over your personal plans together? How would you feel if a client wanted a threesome? How do you plan to explain your relationship to other people? If either of you is uncomfortable discussing these issues in advance, or if you are uncomfortable with his answers, then you need to go slowly with any kind of commitment.

Call me anything but late for dinner.