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These are like “Clam Wars”… they are fighting over whose most playful and cute~ The winning group gets to play with clams

Award for “most likely to suck seed” goes to… we’ll, everyone here~ 🤷‍♂️😇

Yes… He lives in Pennsylvania~ Super nice guy… very sweet~

Forum Party kings of the decades: Oliver and Epiganos~

Is there a “Took one for the team” or “took the entire team” award~?

Erect figures~? How did I miss that post~?

So… I’m not sure what you are saying here… you should be voted to be the person mostly likely to fuck yourself~? 😳 … 🤔…

Yes… I think a lot of that has come about due to ever growing conservative political/religious climate~ I really notice the change you mention in the castro and other places too~ These places are not the same neighborhoods they once were… I think you are not alone in these reflections~ I realize that it’s difficult to witness the changes… I commend you and award you with both the merit of respect and bravery for not wearing blinders or rose colored glasses~ That takes courage~ You are a courageous man~ It’s okay to feel the loss and grieve~ These are things that have value to you and some of these things have changed~ It makes sense that you feel sadness about that~ Part of it is growing older but also, part of it is the world around us changing~ Your feelings are unique to you but, I hear them and I feel your sentiment~ (Perhaps in different ways and about different things but, I still have an understanding of the weight of “loss and change” that has occurred in my own life that resonates with your own sense of grieving here as I read your words and listen). I admire your honesty here~

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Young lads in harnesses tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Seriously though… I do miss the roses and whiskers thing~

A place for happy hellos… (love guys when they get like this in the bed~ Although, I Love to fuck them doggy the best~!)

Just switched to beta on rentmen with one of my profiles there and now all of my email archive and instant messaging with current Clients is completely gone~ Doesn’t look like there is a way to switch back~ My recommendation: Take caution switching to beta on rentmen~!!! …maybe wait until they have the kinks worked out~

I’ve never actually asked for a Client’s picture~ I can’t imagine… the idea of it seems “rude/judgmental/invasive” to me~ I know people who have asked for images from their Clients~ I also have had Clients who send me their images. Either scenario always surprises me somehow~ The majority of my Clientele are straight identifying males and/or females who prefer or need anonymity, (families, work, social presence)~ I completely respect and honor that~

Well… perhaps because he’s a stalker and changed his profile name from time to time just to get interaction with the person he’s stalking~ I’ve seen both female and male courtesans ask in those cases~

I am but, that’s not to say my Clients formulate a clear understanding of who I am in their mind~ When the focus is on their comfort and needs, there is less room/time/consideration to explore who I am~ So, they aren’t always looking, (or care to see), who I am despite being open about it~ Those who take the time and care to explore who I am see me differently then those who only take the time to have me provide for them~ On the other hand… I have lots of long time Clients and we’ve grown together over the years, share life changes etc.~ I thrive/relish/invest myself fully in the mutual experience long term~ Some people only want to know who I am when I’m with them~ They don’t want to know anything about my life escorting outside of my experience with them~ They miss a big slice of who I am as a human being~ Others don’t like to be open about their experiences hiring or playing with others~ These self and mutual honesties vary even in non hire relationships~ For example: I’ve been at social events in the past where there is a couple claiming exclusivity to each other but, in reality they have both hired me without disclosing that to each other~ Do they know each other outside of their own assumed relationship~?

Had the opportunities offered and refused every one: thus also avoiding the jealousy issues, ownership/personal debt issues, control freak issues, anger management issues, expectation to be someone other than who you are based on your looks, insincerity of true emotion and personal loss of autonomy/independence~ Those arrangements come with heavy expectations and demands~ I’ve seen these situations and it always seems that in the end, someone or both/all feel terribly used… especially when the next sugar dad or sugar boy steps in~ I have regulars I’ve been seeing for over 20yrs~ There is shared love, (and lust), but, neither of us is exclusive~ Sometimes they say they are exclusive but, then you see them on line every hour, or there’s reviews or you hear things thru the grape vine etc… I honestly don’t think it’s realistic for men to expect exclusivity between each other… They wander but, they also come home… the reality of the way males bond, (why and how), is different than the “relationship” expectation many place on each other~

Throughout my life I have had death dreams. The first one I had took place at the house I grew up in. My dad was home and I had a black German shepherd dog named eclipse. Some people broke into the house to rob us and they abducted both my father and I leaving eclipse to run outside of the house. She stayed on the property but, the thieves put us into a blue impala and drove up the block. One of the thieves was the driver and my dad was in the front seat tied and gagged. I was in the backseat with the other thief and he had a gun. There are only two blocks in the neighborhood I grew up in. My family home was in the lower block. When we got to the top of the upper block, There is a house that has large boulders surrounding the street sign. As we turned the corner there, I reached around to the front seat grab the steering wheel and steer the car into the boulders. The next thing I know I’m running down the street towards another neighbors house where they are having a party in the basement. As I’m running I can see blood dripping in front of me. I get to these peoples house and I’m downstairs and they are all moving very very slowly. Suddenly, there is this roaring grinding sound and I realize that is the sound from our car crashing into the rocks. I then realized that I’ve been shot and I’m dead. I go back to my parents house where I find Eclips running around the house trying to get in. She can actually see me and I go up to her and I talk to her and I hug her I reassure her that everything is OK and then guide her to an open window well where she can get in. The next thing I know I’m in a hospital room but it is very barren. My dad comes in briefly with my brother and they’re looking at me. I’m actually above all of them and looking down at my body on the table. I realize that there’s no reason for me to stay there and so I exit the room. I stayed out of that room and into this very large room that has stone floors and stone walls. Very tall ceilings. The room is probably 100‘ x 200‘. I’m basically standing on one edge in the middle of the 200 foot lengths. Across from me in the floor is an aqueduct/waterway that is about 6 feet across and runs the length of the room. I walk into the middle of this area and out of the wall comes this 15 foot tall black dog like being who walks towards me. He doesn’t speak and I look up at him. He is large in stature and silence but I am not afraid. He extends his hand and I do except it. We walk to the river and stand there for a second. I walk across that water to the other side and the large canine being disappears back into the wall~ Suddenly, there is a large opening in the wall. I walk through that opening into a very large metal barracks style shelter~ It has a door leading outdoors. I walk out to see an endless road that passes in front of this structure~ I miss endless road is uncountable numbers of people all ages, all sizes, all races and they are anywhere from 25 to 40 abreast. They are all walking along this road. I wonder to myself: “why don’t they just go up~?” Standing there outside of the line of this moving massive crowd, I extend my arms out from the side and push down fast and hard. I do that repeatedly and it lifts me off the ground. I extend my legs forward straight out from my body and I keep slapping my arms which raises me up into the air. I go up into the sunshine and through these clouds. I end up in this area that I am familiar with it is approximately 40’ x 40’~ there are intact and broken columns/pillars and the floor itself is comprised of slabs of marble and stone that are not completely flat… More like a ruins. Off to one corner there is a podium that has a book on top of it. I stand over there as a group of five or six very tall beings In semi transparent dusty rose colored robes float across the floor towards myself at the podium~ they have no feet and their arms are folded in front of them. So, I can’t really see their hands either. There are no faces but rather, sort of fuzzy static light like what you would see on an old television whose stations are off the air. We talk about the most recent chapter of my life and then they show me in this book what’s going to happen next. There is usually another person that comes and they tell me this is who I’m going to meet next. Then our meeting is over and they put these veils over my head and I’m not supposed to remember our meeting~ They tell me it’s time for me to go back and everything sort of fades out like a fog and I wake up. When I had that dream I wrote it down in a book and have kept a journal of the subsequent death dreams and my meetings with these beings~ I can usually tell when I’m having a death dream… And because I know that it’s a death dream, usually find someplace really elevated like a cliff~ There I extend my arms out and I fall a good 60 feet or more. I usually hit the ground and bounce off of it. My body actually hits so hard it leaves a dent in the earth~ Upon the bounce, my spirit leaves the body behind and then I am usually standing next to my dead body. From there I simply go directly to the meeting where I have these talks with these beings. It’s always very informative and I learn a lot. They don’t actually talk but, our thoughts are all shared~ I’ve had two Armageddon dreams… The first one starts with trees falling one by one in a forest and burning~ The land is scorched and has become very dry, fire dedicated, dusty smoky… A larger influential group created the disaster and now has built very barren war-camps where people were basically imprisoned in these 12’ x 12’ concert cells~ no window just one doorway, (no door). One chair and one bed. One hole style toilet and my great aunt, my mother, myself and I think my brother live in this small structure. You have to get passes to leave the structure and walk through the encampment. Sometimes they give you these green passes so you can get toilet paper or water and food. I made some deal with one of the soldiers to get some food. I go back to the cell but no one is there. I’m sad and leave, walking along the Barbwire fence. There is a truck full of soldiers inside what is basically a paddock of sorts. There are guard dogs inside and there are also people with guns up in security towers all along the perimeter of the camp. In a separate paddock there is this egg shaped craft that has Clear top on it. The front of it opens up and you can go inside of it. It holds one person. So, I get my green pass and I get some food… I walk along the Barbwire fence to the paddock that has this large egg structure in it and snip the wires with two bent pieces of metal and a stone. I walk to the neighboring paddock with the guard dogs throw out the meat to distract them. The guards don’t notice really because they are talking. I quickly moved back to the other paddock that has the egg and I maneuver myself through the fence and I run to the egg whose front hatch is open. I push a bunch of buttons until the door closes and locks~ guessing at the pictures on the other buttons, I start pushing some until the nuclear fusion single atom gyroscopic engine creates a centrifugal force that turns blades in the clear upper portion of the egg like a helicopter… the engine also shunts air thru jets beneath the egg~ The blades are moving so fast you can’t see them anymore as they spin around inside the clear upper frame~ It creates a negative pressure like Bernoulli’s principle and it lifts the egg into the air. The egg elevates into the air, creating dust and drawing the attention of the officers, guard dogs and tower guards~ they all race over actively using their fire arms but, they have no affect on this egg craft. With my open palm over a panel I’m able to change the position of the jets beneath the egg craft. Changing the position of the Jets allows me to tilt my egg or move forward backward or any direction side to side. I ascend into the air very quickly until I’m above the cloud cover and then I move towards the sun set. It’s so quiet there and I am relieved. I’m going to look for some thing and then coming back for my family later. This particular dream really reminded me of 2020 especially when we had the fires and for several weeks I was wearing a full gas mask even in the house because the smoke was infiltrating my home. I originally had the dream in 1976. I wrote it down as soon as I woke up it left such an impression on me. Along with writing down the dream… I drafted the design of the flying egg craft. It’s a small nuclear energy engine that shoots a single atom through a chamber. It moves around in a circle so fast it creates this gyroscopic a fact some of the energy is used to turn the prop that’s in between the layers of the clear upper portion of the egg craft. The other Armageddon dream I have involves my wolf Nanook, (now deceased), and we are near some plantation style medical buildings. Suddenly a large earthquake happens and the ground literally cracks, buckles and folds over and underneath itself… beneath the layers are sizzling tarry pools of red and black molten rock. Some of the plates separate from each other creating lava field riverbeds… Other plates slide over each other creating a path for my wolf and I to leap from. We navigate ourselves across the rocks to prevent falling into the lava rivers and pits. At one point we are separated but, then we are reunited as the ground keeps shifting around us. The earthquake is very long and lasts for many minutes… Followed by strong aftershocks. When it’s all finally over… over the course of hours, the smell of sulfur in the air is so strong it burns my eyes and lungs… the wolf and I look around and everything is completely changed: almost unrecognizable. We go off wandering in search of safe shelter, freshwater and signs of life. Then I wake up~ My dreams tend to be in full color and can continue nights or even years later where I left off earlier. I love these dreams when they happen~ I don’t fly in my Armageddon dreams but I always find safety. I always fly in my death dreams. Sometimes I fly in my regular dreams and I go and visit people. I always fly the same way. The people I visit are usually people that I love. In the death dreams, the beings I meet usually share with me words/thoughts of wisdom~ I generally find their words/thoughts profound~ These tend be my favorite dreams. I don’t think of them as premonitions or anything mystical… But, I really learn a lot from them and I find them very informative. I cherish them.

No… it’s not just for last minute booking~ I never book Last minute~ My Clients rely on seeing I’m available for chatting~ I don’t communicate with other Clients when I’m with a Client and on their time~ I can be with a Client for six hours or two months~ So, they/we rely on “available now” to chat so the communication stays open~ I run two profiles: one based abroad and the other in the states because rentmen doesn’t allow me to transfer my profile from abroad to the states~ Outside of pandemic circumstances, I run one abroad and one simultaneously in the states and will show I’m available now even though I’m not in two continents at the same time~ That knows me to schedule months in advance so that when I get somewhere, I’ve already got a full calendar~ I never wait to get to someplace to book~ I do at times leave one or several days open on any given tour city for new interests

The two most vulnerable moments for a human male: When he’s taking a shit and when he’s cumming~ Powerful moments

Mutual respect, smiles, treat each other like human beings not machines~ If someone has control or anger management issues, leave them outside of your time together~ Turn off all phones~ Resist the temptation to do poppers every few seconds/minutes or every time the action gets started~ Allow for random unexpected fun~

Pennies… rolls and rolls of them~

I hope not… that would suck for traveling Providers~ “Last minute” doesn’t work as a viable work method for many of us~ The farther in advance for scheduling the better~ Prior to covid, I was scheduling four to six months in advance domestic in the states and up to 2 Yrs in advance for travel abroad~

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