SirBillybob

I was only obliquely (sorry) referencing a contrast between the VIP private room grind with trade and the grind of public trading.

I don’t think so, and the premise may work but with different storylines. Perhaps Fargo could have pulled off such a structure if incipience with a limited series. But the middle movie would seem an abbreviated series. As you suggest, not enough SITC / AJLT sustaining of quality to ascertain the validity of the structure transitioning you mentioned.

Going the other way, I think I’ve only gone as far as mitigating a stricken look by exclaiming “I luv you … pant pant omg omg gasp gasp … sucking/ fucking/ /pulling/ tweaking /pumping/ pounding /railing exactly the way I like!”

Oh didn’t know that.👍

Comprehensively blanket covering of both notions innit. 😉

When working in a busy urban location with access to trade, usually hot strippers, offering incall facilities I had the good fortune of often spontaneously stepping out for a ploughman’s lunch for the cost equivalent of about one hour of my own earnings.

With good tips at times semen.

So public, no longer private?

Good knowing I’m not alone in butchering. Good knowing I’m not alone in butchering. 😉

Which goes to show you can.

AJLT I’ll have to tune in tomorrow because of a hot new visiting Portuguese guy at very crowded Pride Week at Campus, interrupting the programming, that could easily rival any of Anthony’s blue onesie-clad baked good delivery studs.

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Maybe the Andrews Sisters have a ditty about prostitution. As a science research academic I would lean towards Google for search engine results incorporating peer-reviewed journal papers or texts. AI to me means everything old is new again because it wasn’t broken in the first place; tried and true approaches just involve skilful drilling down. These results would cover the gamut of qualitative method investigations regarding consumer hirer factors and the occupational motives and hazards for providers clustered into themes using standardized analytical models. They would include anecdotal reports illustrative of such themes, much the same as the albeit limited input of message boards. That’s not dull; it’s just organized and thoughtfully summarized. For example, one would get much more meaningful detail reading Mitchell’s Tourist Attractions than randomly asking a few punters why they gravitate to brothel sex in Brazil.

My mom resembles that remark even if I don’t.😉

Without you spilling a few beans … needn’t be an essay or a hazing … it comes across as an appreciative but academic inquiry in which Google may produce a better yield, and far less voluminous archives than exist here, with scholarly articles about trade &c. Otherwise, welcome. Short answer: Because I can, like the sky is blue.

Very occasionally with brief metabolic cycles of a few months. Simply more fantasy and yearning front of mind, usually a soothing type of phenomenon when going to bed at night and drifting off. For a relatively brief amount of time the sense that lack of access to intimate contact would feel deprivational. Then unexpectedly and abruptly a reduced sense of yearning, reflecting nothing about their behaviour or demeanour but just how the confluence of heart, mind, and affective neurotransmitters plays out seemingly randomly. In one unique case a cycle of 8 years, a protracted period in many ways not thematically unlike the few examples above, but with a few more secondary conjoint activities. 4 years of intense psychosexual attachment followed by 4 years, subsequent to a self-directed commitment to contact cessation and with high anticipation of grief, of gradual psychological metabolism of the subjective sense of loss. But not abstinence in terms of other new candidates, fun but unsurprisingly no intense attachment recurrence. I had to have been the one to rip off the bandaid and that was appropriate in my view. Then woke up one day about 8 years following initial connection and realized I didn’t think of him very regularly at all, he initiated following me on social platforms I had commenced but I felt no compulsion to keep up with his content, and now 21 years following initial connection I don’t perceive him as somebody I’d hook up with although he has done everything that would be considered supportive of his health, fitness, and wellbeing maintenance. Married to a woman I believe was a single mother. No reason not to be happy for him. Falling, yes. Love, though? He was accessible and I broke it off, but I’d have been quietly enraged had he truncated or reduced our get-togethers. That’s not love. That’s narcissistic injury. It may have felt like what is conceptualized as being in love but the set-up was never reciprocal. He accepted payment to interact on my terms and to pander to my self-serving appetitive interests in charging up my heart, mind, and affective neurotransmitters. Not to mention intense physical arousal and orgasm. Sure, I helped him with a few tasks and goals but was never called upon to really have to ride through the kinds of difficult events that characterize true relationships. As one gets older all one can suggest to one’s juniors is that there’s an invariable end to each metabolic cycle. It’s no consolation in the eye of the lovelust storm within a transactional context, and the dynamics defy duration control, but one’s psyche appears to contain a default safety mechanism that eventually kicks in for the sake of psychological equilibrium.

YMMV but I’m often searched when returning to Canada usually at YUL, and the agents, male or female, have always been sociable and polite through the process. Small sample, obviously. The fun part is when a cute guy looks into the small cloth bag in which I store my Priape douche bulb and a silicone penis I use to insert and ASSess the degree of a job well done. My left cheek twitches when overtired and a really hot guy from Little Italy making me buckle at the knees asked what was up with that. I just said, blushing, he was making me nervous but that all my luggage and my person was an open book. On my way 30 seconds later, not without some degree of regret.

StackedBigG on LPSG.

Yah but the juicy part with pulp fiction? It’s the outright mendacity.

You have me rolling on the floor. So many moving parts and shifting alliances. The main thing that might help comprehension of dynamics is to eradicate emoticons and require text responses that sub in for emoticon interpretation and expand on the somewhat constricted meaning of certain emoticons. Perhaps one emoticon permitted that simply conveys a read receipt, individualized identity accessed not just cumulative.

I have intersected in the real world in person with a few detractors. Some may be familiar with the concept of imagining a digitally anonymous crusty cranky critical individual in diapers. I have found so far that actually that’s not comparatively such a bad imagined look as it happens, it tracks, and it may be superfluous to continue pushback to the same committed degree as previously without such illumination. These experiences have taught me to decouple my distorted visions of possibly half decent in person presentation from their apparent misplaced overconfidence in asserting having any degree of real game or any iota of the superiority they appear to claim. And the self-proclaimed “tops”, gaaaawdd!! Yes, I'm in the shallow. My bad. YMMV😉

Same colour purple jock, green shoes. You’re not wrong.

Very hummus. Referenced from South Park? Or could it be Fraggle Rock’s Marjoryne?

... or cute, not uncute 😏