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Nope I'm serious and just because Im paranoid and don't want to be jabbed for a bioweapon, doesn't mean I lie about my hib negative status. I'm not a prostitute sorry not sorry. Make sure you get your 5th booster!

Like those can't be faked.

I don't have monkeypox though, so lying about being vaccinated is that same thing, especially when the vaccine does not prevent transmission. We can still catch it and transmit. This whole mutant strain of it isn't even natural but that's a whole story for another thread and another forum. So if the client is vaccinated and waited 2 weeks or whatever after their 2nd dose, then in theory according to the flip flopping mainstream news, he should be fine. It shouldn't matter whether I'm vaxxed or not. After the midterms/holidays no one will be talking about this. This will quietly go away pretty soon.

On rentmasseur, what the hell is the difference between sensual and erotic? Clients use those two words interchangeably.

It is a gay issue and will never really jump into the larger population. Semen is the main factor for transmission moreso than more skin to skin contact. It's no mystery why it exploded after the pride month. Even if we have relations with a few closeted bisexual/do it still wouldn't be enough to become a full blown pandemic. Everyone is laughing at us.

I was mortified when a client came up to me and grabbed me at the Abbey and my friends laughed at me. If he didn't look like George Washington, and had I actually liked him, and was drunk enough I would not have minded so much.

Yes, people have received that full monkeypox vaccine and still caught it and still developed those lesions/bumps/whatever they are, and can still infect others.

I'm not going to get vaxxed for covid nor for monkeypox. If I need the cash then I'll just lie. My clientele aren't the promiscuous, bathhouse, Sniffies.com type so I'll just take my chances like I did with covid. I wonder if I can catch monkeypox from all these newly vaccinated men and their viral loads, no pun intended. I'll let ya guys know!

I'm not a HE masseur and I'm considering also advertising on RM but am worried I'll get a wave of new clients that'll assume I'll be nude and do extra things. I suppose I'll just ask where they saw my ad.

I remember there was that meningitis outbreak in 2012 among the gays on the east coast and then the west coast, and that swiftly went away.

I never got vaxxed for covid and don't plan on getting vaxxed for this. I wonder though if I can catch it from recently vaccinated clients with their viral loads, no pun intended because I don't provide like that.

When this happens, clients that want an escort will hit up the massage guys and see how far they will go, since you can find a decent masseur that will perform extras for $200-300 less than an escort. Perhaps escorts can advertise the massage for a much cheaper price and it might be better since they won't have to guarantee cumming or anything.

The thing is is that I doubt the recession has really hurt people that make 6 figures and have a comfy lifestyle and plenty of more disposable income. If you're nosey like me, and look up clients' social media, a lot are still traveling around the world and living it up. Most young gay guys on grindr seem to be living life to the fullest lately. I just take it personally if a familiar client randomly shows up and hasn't even checked up on me and I haven't seen him in a year or two, when we've had 10 years of rapport and I've slept in his bed and even house sat for him. I'm like F you, go get to know someone else. I give this offering to the next masseur!

Buy a video series or something. The porn sites and even YouTube will show full massage regimes. It will take x amount of hours of practice with a real person for the massage format to really "click" and for you to feel like a natural instead of someone that is winging it for a buck.

There was a client that roofied my coffee. He lives in Westwood and is an old mostly unknown actor. I wonder if anyone has had the same experience. This happened in 2015 a year before the Bill Cosby allegations came out and I remembered a year later hearing models like Beverly Johnson say they were given a cappuccino and then 40 mins later, they started hallucinating and were f-cked up. I was like wow that sounds soooooo familiar, luckily I had the strength and consciousness to run away too and I slept in the floor of the back of my car. I was terrified and I was f-cked up the next day too. There's also a sneaky way to roofie someone that a female escort publically stated and read about her nightmare client on Mr Number...he would drink an herbal tea and then go down on his escorts. They would pass out and he would brutally rape and beat them. I suppose the same thing could be done to men when rimmed. Anyway, it is essential for providers to have some sort of network to inform others of dangerous encounters.

Have you caught other escorts setting up fake appointments with you on a busy time like 8pm?

Yeah there's more than enough men that will seriously date us but at the same time, I've never encountered in person nor online, a monogamous gay couple, and the majority of my clients are partnered in some way to another man. I joke that I can't wait to become committed to someone who's just going to cheat on me with someone else that looks just like me. The partners and exes of my clients tend to look just like me, and even the boys they adopted, which is weird and perhaps not worth mentioning. We still have to deal with the stigma of being dirtier and riskier than guys you'd meet and date from grindr even though we have much smaller notch counts and tend to be cleaner and more careful.

Hey I thought Saturdays were my off nights too. It wasn't like that a few years ago. I know my clients pretty well too and I doubt most are social and spending time with friends lol You just roll with it and keep your time open if anything comes up. What I hate is that I usually get an inquiry after 10 or 11 o'clock, and by those times I mentally check out and dgaf.

You have to hire the really young new guys because they are impressed with money and attention, and aren't jaded yet. I'd love for certain clients to request the foreplay but only if I would do that with them for free.

Like we expect young gay men to not have sex with strangers. When did that ever work out?

I use usphonebook.com and whitepages.com to look up prospective clients' names, ages, and any criminal records, and if I can verify a name then I look through linkedin and Facebook...I kind of shouldn't verify with social media anymore because if I see something they posted that I don't like, I will refuse to meet the client...it also sucks to get excited about meeting a certain client but he's not the person I see on Facebook even though he has the same name and is in the same city, or he's sharing a family plan. LOL One client told me that masseurs wouldn't respond to him and I guessed that was because he had the same name as his father but his father's age showed up on the websites I mentioned above, so he was rejected by those of us that don't want to service men in that age range.

50, maybe 55.

Finland and Sweden got to be on that list because every client I've had from Scandinavia were massive. Mandingo status.

Storytime My first night of massaging, my client was this young Leonardo DiCaprio looking guy. Before the massage he asked if I could help him clean his kitchen and I agreed since he would pay me for it. He told me I did a shitty job and that he grew up with his parents who were maids. LOL. I was going to throw away a water bottle with brown fluid in it and he stopped me, and said it was G. I didnt know what it was and he didn't explain before nor after he drank it. He told me to continue wiping his countertops and then he passed out in another room while watching Fashion Police. When I told him I was done, he wouldn't wake up. He was alive, but he wouldnt wake up. So I just sat around, and then looked around his home. Not to steal, but to just look around. His apartment looked like it was full of antique russian furniture, he was Albanian, and he had framed candid pictures of Kim Kardashian everywhere. Eventually, maybe a few hours later, he woke up. He apparently overdosed on G, the date rape drug some gays use to party with, and then he asked me to drive him to a burger place around the corner while he yelled at the club goer pedestrians on santa monica blvd, and called them the forbidden F word. That was that. I never got to massage him. I never heard from again probably because I texted him and asked if he was taking it easy with the G. Shortly after that I massaged a few times, or at least I tried to XXXXXX. He was always wasted drunk and seemed really lonely. I think he just wanted me over to have company because I only massaged him once. He always wanted to get it on but he wasn't my type. He always wanted to pay in gift cards despite buying some sterile, metallic $5 million house in the hills. He seemed to have a nervous breakdown when I curiously asked him if he fucked his porn star models. He drank too much birthday cake flavored vodka once and threw up and passed out but woke up later and gave me hundreds of dollars of Andrew Christian gift certificates which I flipped. It's common every now and then to encounter a really drunk client. Luckily not one that's on anything really intense or scary. Once a client injected meth into his dick and wanted me to roleplay and talk like I was his real life son; he did have a legal age son. So I vaguely remember saying some coy shit you'd read in some Josman Art comic, pretend to pleasure myself, and he took care of himself and I left. I hate massaging men and noticing genital warts or toilet paper in their ass cracks. 100% of the time, those clients will hit on me and want to play. Those appointments are super scary. I remember that almost every client I've seen in a hotel, had toilet paper in their cracks or smelled like they just took a dump. I don't understand that when they had plenty of time to jump in the shower right there. I guess they didn't respect me as the gutter whore they thought I am. LOL I usually hate massaging psychologists and therapists because they always seem so cold, quiet, and distant. Like dude, I'm not YOUR client. You don't have to put up that wall and dissociate with me. Well I massaged a really hot young one who has a social media presence, but as usual, he is single and lonely and called me over after a night of drinks. We played around and it was fun, but he vomited, in his toilet, and passed out and I made sure he was okay and tucked into bed with water on the nightstand and the curtains drawn... I don't steal nor do I assault. The memories and lessons are probably worth more to me. I take care of my passed out clients. I'm no Cardi B. Another tip for masseurs and escorts is to get the morning after texts. One client wanted me to help shave his balls. I noticed that as I was shaving his perineum/taint, he kept sexually moving his body and he wanted me to penetrate him with the hand held side of the razor. That was his thing. The next morning I got the text messages from Hell like he was going to kill me. He thought I took the razor home with him. It was like a $1 gillet disposable razor, nothing special, but special to him. I just told him I didnt remember what's happened to it, maybe it we thrown away, and that I wouldn't want to keep that shit. He later apologized and said he found it somewhere. Last year on my birthday, I massaged a really hot psychotherapist that specializes in gay "conversion therapy." They rebrand it as something else though. He was really beautiful and comfortable with his body. That wasn't a dangerous or scary appointment of course, and I've been thinking of contacting him again to hang out because I do admire his work and the work of his well known colleagues on social media, and I've shown my loyalty by being quiet about our first meet up for almost a year. He can trust me LOL Moderator Note: References to specific individuals have been edited out of the post per our Community Guidelines.

Clients can't see my knives, hammers,na machete, and baseball bats that I have hidden around my apartment for easy access in case shit gets real. I have them for my safety and havent yet needed to use them. Us masseurs and rentboys get assaulted, robbed, and murdered, often, actually, and no one cares. Our "community" doesn't care and our gay organizations will barely talk about anything unless they get to profit off it and use it to their advantage. Why hasn't anyone caused a stir over Ed Buck, and the other gay on gay homicides that practically happen every week when you really look for them in local news reports? Anyway...Storytime! I went to a new client's home late at night and when I parked, a huge guy walked out in the dark and gave me a signal by flashing a flashlight which I thought was to indicate that it's him. Well, he was expecting someone else and my real client was next door. Lol. None of the lights worked in his house, which seemed to have been empty in the dark and I basically massaged him on a mattress in a dark room. What a brave, stupid, yet lucky little yuppie masseur I was! Years later I started to massage an attorney, and he and an associate started to stalk me and play weird mind games. They would set appointments and not show up and then gaslight me that they knocked on my door and left notes on it. The attorney wiped his fecal matter on my bath towel and then lied and said he stepped on dog shit and wiped his shoe with it. Really? Who does that? I make everyone leave their shoes at my door. The other guy asked me a list of questions like he was a cop and was trying to figure me out. He kept requesting for me to show him my dick and I wouldn't, even though he never got nude either. Then he lied and said he dropped his credit card in my place and I let him come back to look for it. I thought it was maybe a codeword for something, like he'd come back and I'd be naked and ready so technically he didn't pay for sex, he just paid for the massage. Anyway, all that crap ended with the both of them when I made it clear to the attorney that I didnt want to massage him anymore. I come from an affluent family that is part black and involved with city councils and local masonic lodges so in a paranoid manner, I figured those two clients were sent to observe me or fuck with me based on specific details things that they said. This is a weird, creepy world with many layers and inner circles in it. There are certain rules these families and circles abide by when it comes to their own blood. They can mess with you psychologically but they can't cause direct physical harm, and all this is a subject for another day and another forum. Sorry for going off on a tangent but it's the top of the iceberg of my weird, creepy and even dangerous adventures of being a masseur.