SirBillybob

Your obvious sad self-imposed penance is assiduously splitting hairs ‘til the cows come home.

There’s no complete predicting of systemic equifinality, assistant to the assistant to the assistant AG, but with a bit of insight and trust the chips may land in decent interpretable order. But do keep regaling us about your apparent entrapment in your own annoyances. Signed: First Nations truth and reconciliation expert witness.

If that’s the topic my posts here are on the mark. My few bad experiences have been with fellow travellers that are clearly not well. One is best advised to roll with it.

Interesting. Wonder where they get it from.

Writes the game-playing guy that derails his own topic merely hours ago in cahoots with a self-defined big-dick court jester, projects, and doth protest too much. And since when is a SabBRATical from a middling board, for some, inadvertently collateral damage and not a favour to the majority, for others not a fair trade-off for core truth revelation. Do you really think somebody was centring out another for shits and giggles, not for stimulating the trickling in of puzzle pieces, even today, for an RCMP report on missing national and provincial government documentation ostensibly lifted during a toilet break during lunch with a co-member imposter while at his lodgings, a sociopathic misanthrope recently allegedly defaulting on payday loans, the consequence of said pilfering requiring cash payment of Metro return home fare on March 5th, 2020? Is it really such a mystery that a DM would be sent exclusively to an apparent arch-nemesis shortly thereafter, aiming for empathic attunement from the absolute least likely candidate, from somebody notoriously known for blind overreactivity and emotional volatility, but not for the chance of subsequent arch-nemesis posted subtext for the relevantly involved to tune into? You know, over-confidence is a few strokes away from putty, from well-deserved quicksand. It can always be discussed with like-minded cronies, or your bestie that’s off his clanging trolley. My advice to anybody banned, wear it, own it. If a 2nd such exile, as I believe to be the case, all the more reason for learning from it. Interestingly, I have received reports that the other guy I think is often referenced is tracked as logging in, so life as he knew it is neither hardly over nor ever particularly bereft had the board not existed. For my part, I don’t care where people have post privileges. Maligning me is not a privilege and a robust ‘what for’ will be the response. Mine is not a twisted end-game, more an end-game with twists, would that I could say with thrills chills spills as opposed to endless stifled yawns, yet minimally otherwise tarnishing the delights of tourism.

Wheeee! Another member with crippled fingers angling for the imperative of an eventual Ophthalmology consult.

How can you comment on three-dimensional directionality in a delusional multiverse of your own fabrication?

I’m the topic you are clearly pathologically obsessed with, so the suggestion that I could be accused of veering off topic is an asinine non-starter.

From the mouth of a drama meme. You two are back to picking out the fur nits?

Well she would be tailoring, not panning, no? That her expressivity skills would outpace those of a particular blog would not be such a stretch.

No. You do comprehend and you grasp the nuances but pretend not to in the interests of contrarianism, close kissing cousin of … well, you get the drift … just as I understand you at the required analytical threshold to handle, following a mere single-digit quantity of exchanges. Why would I bother to debate with the thing that would be a legend of divine omniscience in his own mind.

Apart from the DC car detailing, terms such as “treated different”, and “real entitled” for that matter, seem to reflect Americanisms. Not to criticize the shortcut use of substitutions within speech patterns, eh, just to offer that one would likely not witness this so much elsewhere, certainly not the UK. At one of a post-pandemic thumbless handful of 202 checkouts, I briefly stalled the process to scrutinize the onscreen itemization. This typically takes a few seconds. One other customer, African American within the younger percentile of typical clientele age and quite good-looking, was the sole customer in queue behind me. He said “I’ve got you”, to which I quickly replied it was unnecessary, but thanks. I don’t think he could actually view my total. He quickly paid, as another attendant with another device had stepped up, and bolted down the stairs. It was an uninspiring and blue-balls night there so maybe he wanted to hightail it to 117 before closing. 🤣I don’t recall if it was a Monday; I think not. For anybody offering what he did, irrespective of background and situational context, I would typically think one part impatience, one part sensitivity in picking up on a potential [sic] awkward dynamic at point of pay, one part gracious generosity. But I would not calculate it as zero sum and the net take and response, giving him the benefit of the doubt and his props, is “Bless his heart”, as opposed to “Stereotype me? How very daaaare you?!” 😌 —— Contrary to Gueirra’s POV about management not feigning to speak to “Blacks” feigning protest, it appears that Barbosa is quite open to having a particular kind of word with them. 😏

More scrapping within the Dream Team I overlooked earlier? Figures.

This reindeer games post arguably puts you in the realm of somebody serving a caricature of himself. Take a break and enjoy your annual family/roots pilgrimage. It can be a challenge to unplug. The bored will still be here.

You are more an interloper here regarding fact and truth checking, and bitter at apparently having been called out. In systems parlance, this is often conceptualized as court jester role acquisition. A convenient distraction for a number of players central to the story that love a smoke-screen. And people in general, queens or otherwise, are generally reluctant, often driven by cowardice, to reverse course and admit the errors of their ways. However, this reminds me of the account of a message board poster, a clinician-researcher and med school faculty member, that met another board member posing explicitly as a high profile physician, a text penpal sitch a few months prior to meeting, platonic. When it was obvious in the face-to-face that the faux doctor had been fabricating his image and status all along, while the one being bamboozled didn’t much care other than preferring reality grounding, things went south as the impersonator clung futilely to his narrative at a deranged-grade level, including when they joined up with a few other fellows with whom the faux physician incomprehensibly persisted in identifying himself with a far-fetched range of medical specialties, culminating in much awkwardness between them. Including faux doctor having a public wailing breakdown, pre-empting the type of rational adult reckoning that would otherwise have been in order. Word to the wise: Don’t yank others down your rabbit-hole without a successful fully informed visa application. Some of us don’t suffer fools, imposters, posers any more than they do pederasts. This, it subsequently came to light, cascaded to faux MD apparently maligning the formerly hoodwinked but wizened board member, casting him as socially inept and fickle in relation, in contrast, to their previous seemingly positive connection. And brazenly manipulatively trash-talking with other board members within regional report commonality, presumably also represented among recent posts. A few other outrageous details have been referenced elsewhere. Would that example land in the category of delusional and vicious? And sadly, pathetically funny to boot, as I wind my single braid with cord, and get ready to be wound up for the next boring round? Cue the next bozo clown’s cloud of narrative distortion, as the thread careens all over the place. Discerning fact from fiction is, after all, the topic’s theme, inn’t Vicky? And … match. FullSizeRender.MOV

Or with bachelor’ette’ douches travelling in packs, club-wide and platform-wide alike. Signed: ultra taciturn ‘lone wolf’ infrequent hooguy club attendee.

I read you. Settle down. It was a compliment, part of the discussion. I actually previously mentioned it would be the purview of the venue owner. If you wanted a focused discussion why did you get suckered into colluding with another poster’s tangential obsessive boilerplate hounding? Your OP was objective and did not crawl out from under the baseboards. Subjective vendettas just cancel out the impression of objectivity. Nobody put you behind enemy lines as far as opinions about your potential role in mitigating the negative 202 review. Admittedly, I don’t see all contributors posts. Who relates to the topic? Moi.

Anybody can say or write anything. Take for example the introduction of this thread. A mirrored parallel of distortion. The thing is, can a story be backed up or is it just backed up? What reports are you referring to that are not a dizzying degree of separation from reality? My Convoluted Reasoning and Abject Pomposity meter is off the charts reading these posts.

FWIW, a good counter to the suspect review could be wordsmithed from various sections of the original commentary.

While on the topic of race and desperate misanthropic spin-doctoring … Attention: NCIS Copacabana Dream Team: I have not come across any comments from self-identified Québécois or residents of Quebec that posted positive notes about this Point 202, assuming (irrelevantly) it is mislabelled as Ibiza Gym. Additionally, no Canadian to my knowledge has explicitly posted data regarding ethnic admixture. Consequently, any Canadian posting material may not be ruled out as having some component of First Nations ethnicity, or some other non-Caucasian element. Take me, for example. I am Canadian, born in the extreme far north, not Quebec, first Euro tongue English, decades later loosely appropriating Quebec status viz residency. Assigned to class action residential schools trauma sequelae assessments. Many direct lineage biological ancestors past century or so died of Spanish Influenza, or tuberculosis. Both parents orphans. Therefore, ignorant manipulative commentary about both positive regard for an obscure Copacabana venue and racial background can be but construed as fake news. If you have a basis for imputing racial background to a Canadian poster on this board's history or for attributing a robust fondness for a particular escort venue to a Canadian (or Quebec province) poster on this board’s history it would be interesting to review. 0 starz. Crap meter 10/10 You can always re-convene or discuss it on Queerty or at this supper club’s convoluted jazz and razzamattazz, also accessible by the faux multiple-specialty physician that presumably spearheaded trash-talk about a fellow he catfished, along with ID rep thievery, in to the murky backchannels of complex message boards. Because that is a major source of this polluted stream that took an upscale patient and strategic NCIS analysis 3+ years to draw out of a shell. With, I might add BTW, a serendipitous wheel-greasing from Zé here around Easter. Wonders and blunders never cease. Anybody I have a care for knows the story. I got what I wanted and needed. ~An amused, unsurprised Canadian, killing a bit of time before StJDeB stripper night in 🇨🇦

Having also reviewed 202 with 1 star, the reviewer, possibly a DC guy viz his oil change waxing satisfaction this month, reviewed 117 with 5 stars accompanied by smirk emoticon during the same time frame. Can’t rule out a plant, perhaps, maybe, or bitterness about Copacabana pistons. It’s Barbosa’s business and his biz-wacks, as is the long time map-pin label duality. The ‘Ibiza’ upset is not nearly the 1600BC Minoan eruption. Barbosa may be able to locally detect the degree to which the original review, ostensibly written in American, is auto translated to Portuguese for whatever Brasileiros care about, or take with/out salt grains, these Google comments. Albeit some 1,000 sets of eyes on it and 1,500 on 117 thus far? Who knew male escort venues were tracked far more than auto detailing?

I read you. If I had conflated the two I wouldn’t have clearly referenced their differential roles. We are now entering the territory of three different influences on subjective sexual experience: immediate limerence (‘personal chemistry’), longer-term attachment, and chemicals that may be used, with different results, as attempts to simulate nonCHEMS affective states. As these relate differently to everyone, the OP would need to sort out possible relevance and, I would hope, step back from artificially induced affective states if they are prevailed upon. I don’t know the factors impeding satisfaction or the unknowns that would enhance satisfaction for him. My sense is that early limerence is serendipitous and cannot be simply prescribed. Not being simplistic or reductionist, If I were interviewing somebody posing the questions as put by the OP, I would explore the confluence of behaviour, affect, physical sensation, imagery (eg, internalized fantasy), interpersonal dynamics, cognition, and drug/medical contextual factors. That said, this is not the place to resolve the OP’s dilemma. As a few contributors have wisely pointed out, his fix request appears to be in the external locus of control realm, eg, the right partner. How could anybody know an actual provider dovetailing perfectly with a request as abstract as that presented? And perhaps since followed by a substantial array of Grindr hook-ups. If I had elaborated previously as opposed to currently explaining a possible misinterpretation, this board would be the place where finger-pointing regarding post length and complexity may have occurred. 😉

And likely not because of one’s personal street-corner chemist, though chems is not implied in the thread, and chems may create levels of consciousness that create an illusion of profound connection. That said, the intensity may be in anonymous brief context for some, but for others the high grade of limerence of being “in love”, of strong attachment, may be the key to the experience often termed ‘mind blowing’.

Escort suggestion for hot guy. I’m good.

Can I saw the figurative limb off proximal to trunk and distance from your insane stalking? Pass the chainsaw!