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One of the reasons I like Brazil as a septuagenarian is that an early evening somewhat vibrant gay nightlife is accessible as needed and on demand when in my northern city I’d just be another old guy stretching out a sedate ‘happy hour’ with age peers or younger alcohol dependents. I also love early morning starts there. But let’s not go overboard here with discussions about Brazil. 😉

Where, so far, is the meandering into radical feminism? I’d say that Debbie Downer more closely represents the commentary zeitgeist.

Interesting, but not many degrees of separation in terms of sexual fluidity from last season’s Leo Woodall character dating Tonya’s assistant Portia and seen screwing one of the killer gays. I see Lochlan as a very sophisticated brat without the moustache twirling, but a symptom of family dynamics.

Are we watching the same show? I detect no evidence whatsoever of Lochlan demonstrating an eroticized fixation on his older brother and I’ve seen all their interactions. In fact, the nuanced en suite bathroom scene where he looks away only when the door is shut can explain Lochlan’s subsequent manifestations of antipathy towards Saxon through passive attentiveness yet muted refusal to communicate beyond patient forbearance listening to the latter’s goals for him, and by manipulatively heightening his sister’s antipathy towards Saxon. As if, “I see you and what a curiosity you (all) are?” Saxon’s familial ally is his enabler mother; his tasteless comments crack her up. His father manipulatively uses ego candy to get him to capitulate to sacrifice his device. Saxon is easily wrapped around most others’ fingers as a harmless innocuous pussy. One has to be smarter than a sack of hammers to strategically assess sexual interest by “forgetting” to close the loo door followed by setting up wash-the-gay-away camp.

That’s the fun of it. It’s like being randomly assigned to a debate position. Perhaps we should buy into the notion that evading prediction is superior, but then subsequently having an opinion comes across as disingenuous. BTW, what does “armchair” mean and what criterion would eliminate it as a descriptor?

At first glance I thought you wrote 6”.

I think it’s clever so far and these seemingly facile resolutions represent the apparently innocuous calm, sometimes sea receding and exposing more than low tide, prior to a tsunami onslaught. After all, the greatest muting of tension, now that we have a few hours behind us, has occurred with a late-breaking character prior to the gunfire sequence to leave the door open to main character victim identity. Lochlan is gender and sexuality curious, including intersex, an observer. Other references to gender fluidity and stratification have occurred. He’s the most interesting character not because of the reductionist view of homosexual potential (he could eradicate Saxon’s bravado demeanour with a look and send him on a cliché mission while raising overly simplistic audience assumptions about MSM lust) but because he can subtly and manipulatively disarm both siblings while on the face of it having conflict imposed on him wrt choosing an alliance with one or the other. He can point-blank cross a line with impunity staring down his naked brother even following cues to cease and desist, then asking his sister about her virginity. Piper cannot meet the challenge of resenting both brothers equally although Lochlan broke a confidence while also acting as conduit for his brother's intrusiveness. He can do temple and pool, generate sexual topic anxiety either saying nothing or pushing the envelope, while exacerbating the tension between older sibs. This deflects from familial pressures to choose the Alma Mater of two female members vs two male members. He sits between the two gender ambiguous staff about whom he had asked his father a sex ed question, that cloak his mother in her dream … protection forecasting? The first Ep3 line is his “this is what it looks like before a tsunami”. On his device he comments on a tsunami victim paralytically frozen in place. Lochlan is pressured to have sex before he dies because it will assuage Saxon’s anxiety about his brother’s ambiguity. He never affirms the goal, rattling Saxon’s faux alpha confidence. Saxon's sense of self, of validation, hinges on a mini-me fantasy. Chelsea is a survivor and man eater, two brushes with mortality but she holds the cards interactionally, taming Rick, as Tonya held them financially while treated poorly, and her demise would be too repetitive. Where death offers the greatest resolution systemically, other than the more obvious usual suspects’ “just desserts”, is Lochlan croaking because it solves a pathological bind. It needn’t be intentional malicious targeting. It would be divisive because not everybody will view him having reached a shit-disturbing behavioural threshold, and his coping style is a function of cray-cray family dynamics. He superficially does what’s expected but there’s a price for consuming a protein drink in just the right way and without slouching, and it may be his family enduring his eradication while never having recognized he both provocatively heats up and balances the system. This might mean Tim will have wiggled out of his business crisis. The three women mirror disorganized alliance dynamics but cancel each other out as demise candidates and can go separate ways, whereas families are bound. Lochlan’s triangulation is more profound. The lily pad pond is his tranquillity tank.

At least we now know why Sandra Bernhard has been trapped for decades in a white lab coat.

I’m hooked merely reading the first two Preface paragraphs in a sample.

She could hardly bite his head off.

Didn’t at all see that ending coming because he had mostly along his lengthy writing trajectory steered away from that particular kind of backdrop.

Also recently in The Buccaneers. My grievous fault. Move over Galitzine and Woodall.

And most businesses providing resources and services have been traditionally found via some version of walking fingers. Both individuals and collectives are often their own promotional products.

What distinguishes OnlyFans from any other PPV erotica platform? Nothing really. At LPSG any interest in profiles usually devolves to begging to see visual content another member paid for. Such content on LPSG is mostly under subscription paywall so I wonder if there is a kickback deal with OF. Although Rentmen is also subject to the DMCA, images entered here simply reinforce traffic to ads and are mainly presented as links that RM supports thru URL. Nobody is saving $ by sharing. In contrast, I would expect a greater quantity of copyright infringement complaints from OF content creators beyond reviews and commentary on our board restricted to text format. This might be an example where best to redact a specific OF handle in a topic title.

A long way from her 1993 single line as Granny/Auntie Catherine Mingott’s upper middle age maid I barely caught yesterday rewatching The Age of Innocence, not peaking yet but got a cast credit.

It’s essential but unfortunately the next pit stop in the legitimacy chain tends to be the problematic Nordic model. Where in that film was the punter constituency not demonized, with central creepskie the antithesis of an officer and gentleman?

No Faustian bargain with cherry-picked rigidity.

This reminds me to rigorously slap myself in the face whenever harbouring rescue-from-occupation theme fantasies with respect to escorts with whom I’d unrealistically wish to be romantically entangled. 😉

Good grief. Besides which “product of a union” is not an idiom, the topic heading merely colloquially referenced a circumscribed collective entity and the intent was empathic attunement regarding hazards. A neutral term, not unlike for example, “How challenging it can be to select from the inventory of outstanding chaps here in the bro-thel today”, the context not geared to disrespect or to undermining dignity. Sure, you could substitute “array” for “inventory” so as not to step on fragile eggs. You could also say “lineup” and unearth somewhere a virtue-signalling objector. Sheesh. Labelling me a “punter” could be derogatory in some people’s eyes, I suppose, but in my view I’m a punter generically before I’m a client specifically. Either term could put me in harm’s way depending on context.

And that blank facial expression you get if you inquire as to whether the non-forthcumming ejaculatory product is due to erectile reliability refractory periods, not having requested or been offered the cum lottery entry that day, or not winning a $ bidding war. To save his face in such a precarious situation, best not to ask. Funny thing is, I’m only asking if, not why, in order to prepare, as I don’t up-pay or down-pay based on his orgasm.

I am a person that is the product of my parents’ union.

Anybody that didn’t compromise license.

If he debriefed with you it opened the possibility of covering and reviewing ways to mitigate risk, including strategies in which you’d have no concrete role. It would be impractical to be his behind-scenes wingman documenting his date details in the same way that anyone would share data with a trusted person before meeting a stranger in private, or to be his bodyguard. Absent a prurient motive, such magnanimity could get very tired very quickly. Financial compensation commensurate with occupational risk is baked into fees and he has the prerogative to rest on those earnings while bypassing any typical 🚩 sitch.

Zero extra. If they wanted to remain and I didn’t insist on paying the negotiated short-time fee for them to leave prior to bedtime, then they were welcome to stay for breakfast.