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Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I believe in truth in advertising. I expect the escort will arrive corresponding to his pictures and self-description. I say that in our initial exchanges. If he doesn’t match his public presentation, I politely tell him what is wrong, decline his services, give him a portion of his fee to cover his transportation and send him on his way. Not just facial hair can be the issue, but age, physical condition, added tattoos (which I generally do not like), etc. Clarity about expectations is the key here. Most who have strayed from their advertised image are honest enough not to press it when this is made clear. A few have changed their ads and I rejoice in them. Those who continue to misrepresent themselves are causes for regret. If he has both clean-shaven and hirsute pictures, I ask him which is he now. And for those who might be curious, facial hair is a big turnoff for me.

Professional people have to, and should, filter their private thoughts at work all the time. And with good reason. Unfortunate for this guy. The pc world is about to crash down on him. Too bad he couldn't find a more appropriate occasion for his rant. Like with his buddies during an after-work drink.

Daddy’s legacy is our lives touched in so many ways by this site. His generous dedication and work is a gift to us all. Thank you to all who have helped him through his last passage.

Had lunch at Escena not long ago. Great food.

How long did it take the escort panda to shoot????

Nada: In that case, see what’s behind Door C. Tell the truth to the world and let the chips fall where they may.

$100? Depends on what the spoken expectations were. If it was to end in a cumfest, then 5/6 of the hour was a clear disappointment. What else did the provider provide that might have made up the inequity? About the review - for me it would depend on how the provider handled the embarrassment. Was it in fact a compliment to his client that he couldn’t hold back? Did he stay and entertain his client as best he could, summoning charm and skill? Or did he clean himself off, dress and out the door? Inquiring minds want to know.

Thank you, @whipped guy , for these astonishingly beautiful pictures. Out of too many to mention, # 30,161 on p. 1509 particularly stands out for me!

Such a hot guy. A true sweetheart. A great loss.

Must have been a slow day.

Oh yes. I remember to this day the first time I was at the Gaiety for the Grand Finale. I had been to the G many times before, but the first time for the GF, O my god! It was like heaven. The beauty of those boys. The joy they seemed to project. I thought I was in heaven. I believed then, and still do, that that night Beauty came down to earth. (And the Gaiety in its physical manifestation was certainly earthy!). One of those rare mystical moments when reality opened to give a sight of What Could Be, of beauty that swept me up and changed my life. What a strange circumstance for a revelation like that, but there it is. Thank you, Denise.

Not really well-matched by size. I kept waiting for the thongs to come off. Guess I’ve been watching too much Naked Kombat. But Chris sure is cute!

Now that is so hot! I have often imagined being uber rich and hosting parties with escorts/porn stars who appeal to me as servants and willing personal assistants for myself and my guests. Guests in black tie, servants nude. CMNM is a huge turnon for me. Anyone interested - on either side?

Taylor has the cutest smile. Coupled with the sexiest body. Wow!

I get crushes on porn stars a lot. A LOT. Tobias. Gabriel Cross. Will Braun. Just to name three. The thing is, porn is not real sex any more than movies are real action. Stop, start, stop, start, doing every scene till it’s just right and then the editor gives it continuity. We know what the guy looks like, how big his dick is, but what he actually will do or be able to do in an unscripted in-the-flow encounter with someone (i.e. us) who is perhaps not the kind of a looker he encounters in front of the camera is another question. In other words, I think a porn star who can also deliver a rousingly successful live performance for an audience of one must be pretty special. So I will lust from afar.

I didn’t realize it was, but if true, perhaps it’s has something to do with the well-known loss of attention, interest, even in some cases consciousness, as the male achieves climax. Women authors, even if emotionally involved with their male characters, do not usually face the danger of such energy reversals as they conduct their readers through the male hormonal roller coaster of imaginative gay sexual adventure. Gay male authors might well do so.

Perhaps the insurance companies are onto something. Perhaps houses in the Southern California hills are not a good idea in our current ecological evolution, nice though they may be. Perhaps the insurers anticipate a decreased willingness on the part of the taxpaying public to provide essentially free fire protection in areas known to be at risk.

Yes. Of course. A second opportunity for presents?

Whatever happened to baby showers? Millions have apparently been held with little discernible harm. I myself, cis-male as I am, once attended one and was only mildly, and fortunately not permanently, traumatized by the terminal cuteness of it all. Though I seem not to be able to put the memory of my horror at my first foray into babyland entirely aside. The funny hats were the worst of it. When did they turn into extravaganzas? Was there beer up in Yucaipa? Were there Harleys? Why the need for dangerous displays in the first place? There’s something of testosterone trespass about it all. Bring back the gathering of the sorority, the ritual enactment of feminine childbirth mysteries, the circling of womanly protective power around the mother-to-be, with the menfolk looking on in awe and exclusion. The old ways were better.

The legal system guarantees ruin just by the way it runs. There’s the family, of course. Also the makers of the device that set off the fire, as well as distributors and vendors. And if the party was in any way managed professionally. Not to forget whoever was the responsible agent for the venue. The lawyers are licking their chops. The family’s future will be destroyed by the process itself, no matter the outcome. Doubtless the guests will not all survive scrutiny. The unborn child’s prospects are grim. How can they ever atone for the loss of a life, the loss of people’s homes, the public expense, risk, danger and destruction their careless, thoughtless self-absorption has caused? I hope they have a community of faith and support. They will need it.

Just wondering — with all the present viral complications, are they running cruises now at all?

Except for replacing the appliances and all the copper piping.

There is the creepy factor for the possible buyer - living with the knowledge of what happened could affect some people prone to morbidity or with an overactive imagination - or could possibly affect family members, especially children. But there is also the publicity factor. Most people in the neighborhood or wider population may not be aware but some will be, which makes that place, unknown to the buyer, an object of perhaps unwelcome attention. Then there is the ever-popular world of liability litigation. The American legal system, run by lawyers for lawyers, has a way of attracting imaginative and potentially lucrative grievances. From which the real estate industry wishes to protect itself. “Your Honor, when I nicked my thumb with a knife, which then festered and required expensive medical attention, I did not know that a previous occupant had been stabbed to death in the very same place. I have no idea what caused me to do that, but there's something wrong with that place I should have been made aware of. I can’t begin to describe the trauma I now have to live with every time I need to slice a tomato.” An opportunistic householder with a greedy health insurance company, a 40% contingency retainer and an ambitious attorney, and you’re off to the races. Would I move into such a place? I am single, without offspring who might be affected, and don’t much care what the neighbors think. I believe in the power of prayer for the well-being of people I don't know and who might have passed over to the other side. When I moved in I would have a formal house blessing (aka exorcism-lite), and then settle in. I am not careless with knives. So, yes, I would. Maybe a bit like gay people moving into a disadvantaged neighborhood and turning it around. Our willingness to look beyond the prejudices of the presenting situation and to take chances open up opportunities others might not take.

Katherine Swynford bore children to John of Gaunt (son of Edward III and uncle to Richard II) before they were married, who were later legitimized by Richard II. It was through Katharine and Gaunt's descendant, Margaret Beaufort, Henry VII's mother, that he claimed right of inheritance to the throne. So the Chaucer connection lived on in Tudor times. It was in the reign of Mary I, a Tudor, that Chaucer's tomb in Westminster Abbey was built.

I just finished the new biography: Chaucer: A European Life by Marion Turner. She approaches the Canterbury Tales and other things he wrote using what is known about Chaucer's life (c. 1340-1400) -- quite a lot, since he was a fairly important and successful administrator/bureaucrat, mostly in the reign of Richard II. Her method is to expand every possible contact the records provide (and I mean every last one!) and then fill in the background. I started it some weeks ago, got weary in the middle, then picked it up again and finished it. If you have an interest in medieval England and its culture and literature (admittedly a somewhat specialized interest), a wonderful book. One thing I knew but whose importance had not been sufficiently impressed on me - was that his son, Thomas Chaucer, was perhaps the leading politician of the Commons in the first third of the fifteenth century: three times Speaker, a much more important office then than now, sort of a Prime Minister avant la lettre. Geoffrey built a solid platform.