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Always good to have new minds and viewpoints. I hope you find what you're looking for here and that you enjoy the hunt. I was a long-time lurker before I actually joined and have always enjoyed this site. Did you lurk around here for a while or just dove in hoping for the best? (Just curious.)

The one I've always wished I could be ... fluffer!

I have no illusions about a young, handsome, muscular man wanting to be with me, so long as he's "willing for the shilling." We both know why the other is there.

Given that price, I'd think a psychiatrist would be more appropriate.

Cutting my toenails now that I'm older and fatter.

Why can't I find Stouffers Tuna Noodle Casserole at the Giant store I've shopped at for over 30 Years? WTF?

Do the towels moan when it's twisted? I know I would!

Although I consider myself 1000% Gay, I do confess to having occasionally fantasized about having two women at the same time; one to cook, one to clean. My thanks to Jimmy Carr for this delightful insight.

I thought he did it under a blanket. Could he even see his feet?

Love the lifetime line!

I don't know if it was one of Mr. Mizer's publications, but a magazine of that type was one of my first awakening to my interest in men. The supermarket my mother and I went to every Friday had two magazine racks on one wall. It included all the favorites of the day, like Look and Life and the Saturday Evening Post. But it also had some more daring offerings, such as Police Gazette and so on. While Mom shopped, I perused the magazines. And on one visit I found a men's physique magazine, stuffed in behind other magazines. It had pictures of nearly naked men (in speedos, or even scantier), all oiled up and playing with swords. I was too dense at that age (about 10 or 12) to appreciate the symbolism of the swords, but I really appreciated the lean muscles of these beautiful, glistening men. Another set of pics showed men being tied up or lassoed and pulled away by other men. Something told me I probably shouldn't be looking at such a magazine, so I found a bigger one (like Life) and used it to camouflage the skin mag by sticking it inside the bigger one. I also knew I couldn't buy it and certainly couldn't ask my mother to buy it for me. I remember wondering if I could manage to steal it but can't remember if I ever tried. Probably chickened out from that plan. But the memory of that magazine and those handsome shiny men has stayed with over all these years. And I've realized it proved me right - I really do like men!

I ride 'em hard and put 'em away wet!

I like "thumping," to be sure. But nothing gives better proof of a pudding than the taste of it.😛

Bring him closer; I'll see if he's ripe.

Absolutely no offense intended, but if we ever agree to a dinner together, I'll meet you there.

Back in his day, I "googled" Dean Cain a lot, but without the "g". Hot, handsome man at the time, so I'm sure a lot of people "oogled" him. I remember a scene from Lois and Clark where Clark's mother had just finished making his new Superman suit, complete with a set of skimpy Speedo-style red overpants. She looked at the finished product as he tried on the costume, then said "Well, for sure no one will be looking at your face." He replied. "Mo-o-o-m!" Kinda cute and funny then, and maybe a little risqué for the time. Too bad for the ways he's changed.

I don't think having a partner that works as an escort would necessarily be a dealbreaker for me; I might even count myself lucky to have someone so presumably good looking that they can pull it off - so to speak. But doing it clandestinely behind my back would almost definitely bring about a quick end of things. This (January marriage) means he was escorting for several months before the marriage, told you nothing about it beforehand, and went ahead with the vows anyway. That level of withholding (or more technically, deceit) is off the charts. This was not a lie of commission but of omission, but there is little if any difference in the consequences. The problem with any discovered lie is never knowing when the next one comes. As a lawyer says to impeach a dishonest witness, "Were you lying then or are you lying now?" We now know the "then" in this case but will not know the next "now" unless and until we uncover another lie. But you already know all this. The solution comes down to the answers to two questions: (1) Do you still love him? and (2) Can you live with a life filled with uncertainty? I wish you best.

If you get the right kind of priest, you might hear, "Could you elaborate on those thoughts, please?"

Happy to see you here and wishing you many hours of enjoyment as you continue to stroll through the fora and contribute when you see fit. This place is filled with clever, friendly, interesting people. And now you're one, too!

Maybe just a tad. It'll be an hour or so before I can again open my mind's eye.

And now we're showered with blessings! And sudsy studs!

I'd pay good money to just sit in a chair for an hour with this view and do nothing but watch him put it on and take it off, over and over and over, while I lick my lips.

Dantheman, escort located on Long Island (I think) and sometimes Florida. Not sure if he's still active (couldn't find him on RentMen) but had a huge crush on him. Not sure why, though, except for the face, arms, muscle, chest, butt, feet, big package, and a dominant persona; otherwise, so-so.

I have no words except for the doggie: Move over, Bitch! He's mine! Lord, I could fetch for this boy all day long, and wag my tail while doing it!

You seem a good and compassionate man, and I both thank and admire you for it. As for JesTwink, two things: We reap what we sow [brought it on himself] Confession is good for the soul [a sincere apology statement might go a long way]