stevenkesslar

Dementia is always a useful affliction for whores, along with satyriasis (look it up). Even in the best sex clubs, there are only so many men available per night. It's always helpful if you can't remember the first one by the time you have sex with the last one, again.

You've got to be kidding me?

Or, better yet. Hire Epigonos.

I tried. I really tried. But when GI Joe walks in the room, it's really hard for me not to open my mouth. So I have to inform the group. I won't be able to attend next year. And you shan't hear from me, ever again. Yes, it's official guys. Steven Kesslar has died and gone to heaven.

Now you see what I have to put up with? Sheesh! Deal. Actually, I'm about to go off for a week to Puerto Vallarta with Epi and Oli - margaritas, stripper boys, sun, sand - but no sex! You think three days with us is hell? Try a week! But you are most welcome to join, GG. If you think you can stand a week of me. :eek::cool::confused:

Just to clarify, I hit "like" as in I agree that this stretched too far into catty girl talk. Sorry about that. I will be spending a week with Oliver and Epigonos in the near future and they have promised to spank me as punishment. And no, the windows will not be open for others to watch. Meanwhile, we return you to your regularly scheduled tossed salad. My apologies.

Excellent point Boomer.

Oh, right. Me and my logorrhea. Sometimes I forget that some of you respond better to pictures than prose. Bottom line guys............................dive in the pool. And, yeah, I know I can be long-winded at times. We all have room for improvement, I guess. But that's okay. I'm working on it. I'm all about knocking down barriers to communication. http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Khy_gmKc484/UhVdLvsm1NI/AAAAAAAAIMM/NkAYyY8nbQw/s640/31322.jpg

Great post, Mike. Me being me, I'll take that as an opportunity for a little Sunday morning escorting sociology and sexual sermonizing, okay? I have a point to make about the party, but I have to do it by way of quoting Veronica Monet, author of "Sex Secrets of Escorts." It is the best book on escorting I've ever read. And the fact that it was written by an extremely successful female escort is probably what makes it particularly insightful about escorting. In the book, she talks about how she had to get used to the fact that the very successful men who hired her were the kind of guys who just ripped into each other with barbs - not as a way of hurting each other, but as a way of expressing affection. Some quotes from her first chapter, titled The Basic Keys To Male Culture: "A few things I enjoy about the male culture, for example, are how they tend to be more straightforward when communicating negative emotions (like anger)....A few not-so-flattering traits about the male culture, are an insistence on denying vulnerable emotions...........and the incessant sarcasm that tends to hide the tears....Experience has taught me that most American men love to tease and joke almost to the point of humiliating each other. This is not considered adversarial or in bad form. It is in fact a way of increasing intimacy and familiarity." She also says: "Escorts tend to see a side of their male clients that they perhaps do not share with the other people in their lives. It isn't because the client considers the escort to be a better friend that he tells his deepest, darkest secrets, but rather the fact that she is outside his social circle and unlikely to tell his secrets to anyone who matters to him. He can unburden his heart without risking loss of approval............Initially I expected my clients to ask for sex, more sex, and then more sex after that. I was shocked by what I discovered men wanted from me.....my clients showed an endearing interest in foreplay, cuddling, kissing, and pillow talk. The client/escort relationship also facilitated a great deal of emotional sharing and psychological healing for the men." Okay, enough. Those words were written by a very smart and perceptive female escort about Straight male culture (see Weinstein, Harvey), so you have to add a very big dose of Gay to what she wrote. But when I first read her words, in the middle of a very successful escorting career, they resonated very deeply. From a Gay perspective, I'll add that there's a huge difference between uptight closeted men who are looking for a courtesan, and married Gay couples like Robster and Socalguy who feel extremely comfortable in their own Gay skins. (Arguably a little too comfortable, but we handled that delicate subject already). So with all that sociology behind us, I'll say this. I've always felt that the pool party and all the relationships that it nurtures operate around the emotional realities that Monet describes above. Again, Monet is dealing with rich Straight men who may well epitomize hyper-masculine traits. So by virtue of having our Gay cards many of us are more skilled at the nurturing side of things, anyway. I'll also say this, speaking as an escort. One thing that you said that isn't quite true is that it's actually quite common for snark (read as teasing and joking) to enter into in person relationships with escorts. Like Monet, I got used to it. And it was easier for me being a male. The teasing fits right in, and I take it as affection, not malice. One of the nice things about the pool party for me is specifically that I get to see clients who hired me years ago. In some cases, I knew the details of their lives pretty well. In other cases, they normally hired me for an hour or two. So there was time for sex and perhaps a little playful snark, but not really time for deeper levels of intimacy. So it is actually really nice to hang out with these guys years later, with what feels like all the time in the world. And there is this level of intimacy that exists simply by virtue of the fact that we've had sex with each other - even if sex is not part of the agenda now. So in a sense I disagree with you, or would cast the snark in a different light, based on my experience. I don't see the snark as off-putting. I see it as an invitation to deeper levels of intimacy. All are welcome. Jump in the pool. And while you're at it, could somebody please buy Robster a god damn bathing suit?

Ah.....you were the guy. Thank you! I actually never linked your handle here with your name or face. Nice to meet ya. (In other words, you don't look like your picture, which is of an ass). And you can also now vouch for the fact that: 1) Tristan is not my boyfriend, 2) Tristan does look like GI Joe, 3) I am insufferable in conversation.

Oh my God! Now you really fucked up! You think I'm bad? Try to deal with Epigonos when he is in a snit. You meant to say Epigonos' wonderful deviled eggs. He is the chef in this family. Granted, we don't make a very good Family Research Council family. But at least those people get the fact that some men like to cook. And just between you and me, Oliver knows how to boil water and make macaroni and cheese. But it doesn't matter. There's always room service, and cheeseburgers.

Personally, I agree with Good Grief. Very few people can tolerate a conversation with me. Ask Oliver and Epigonos. Good Grief simply has the decency to be honest about it. Besides, it doesn't matter. Seeing the above, I've decided I'll be skipping this year's party as well. I mean, I love Guy, and he's a sweetheart. But with all due respect, there is no way I am coming to a party where he is going to shove deviled eggs up my ass.

Good grief!

Jesus Fucking Christ! If it's not one thing it's another. First my cock. Now my ass. Why is it always about me? I mean, you guys sound like you always think about sex or something. Focus, okay? This is a gentleman's party. Would you all please leave me alone and get your mind out of the god damn gutter! Sheesh!

It gets worse, believe me. I used to date a guy who shoved himself up my ass. I mean completely. His entire body. But that's another thing we don't talk about here anymore.

WTF????!!!!! He never told me he had a husband! :eek:

I'm assuming Good Grief won't get the reference, PK. We can tell by how short his posts are that Good Grief couldn't possibly be who you think it is. What I'm reading into being "stoned" by boulders is the issue may be about not being "out," or not being comfortable in an "out" environment. In any case, it's worth noting that several of the people who come to the party are actually married - to women. It is everything from guys who are attracted to men but married to women, to single guys, to guys who are attracted to guys and married to men. I was once married to a woman myself. When I first started going to Gay bars and said I was "bi" other (younger) Gay men looked at me like a confused freak. This is about the most warm, welcoming, and accepting group of men I have ever met. I personally know several married or not "out" men who felt uncomfortable about the idea of attending this event, and after they decided to come just loved it.

Yes, I saw him once, too, at a furniture store in Palm Springs. I was looking for a sofa. Too bad I couldn't bring him home. He would have been perfect to sit on. But really, what warms my heart at the pool party is just to sit around clothed and talk to everybody. That's all. Really. I never think about naked men or anything. Robster is usually the one who takes his clothes off and jumps in the pool. I mean, some people just have no manners. Okay, back to work.

No shit? Stoned? Boulders? Well, aren't you the lucky one. http://www.gaytime.info/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/mitchell-rock-rafael-carreras-3.jpg P.S. If you do come to the party, be sure to bring Mitchell along. (Not that anybody would want to play with him or anything. I just heard he is a very community-oriented sort of gentleman. You know. Erudite.) Okay, so back to business. What kind of dressing are we putting on the salad?

Stop it! That's a crass thing to say about a party that is mostly about just enjoying each other's company. I mean, if you want to do that, may I kindly suggest you get a room? We're back on track. (P.S. Don't forget to leave the curtains open. Others might want to watch).

Unless you try to hog Epigonos's bacon-wrapped dates, which I love. Then you will have me to fuck with, and you better watch out. I'm not a deviled eggs guy, so you are fine hoarding them.

So just to pull my intentionally sexy rhetoric back a little bit I will now be very literal and say this. While everything I described above (except for Chris Eisenhower having sex in a closet) actually did happen, this is not a sex party. It is a party at which sex has occurred, at the margin. It is not the focal point. If there is something that I would describe as the emotional center of this weekend, for me, it is a sense of community and openness and warmth. What I cherish about it is the intimacy and friendship shared with many people - some of whom I know very well, and some of whom I see only rarely but have an abiding affection for. That's it. Everything else is what you bring, and what you seek.

Exactly. Thank you! I was wondering why these thread hijackers were making the thread all about sitting around a pool with scantily clad buff sex gods like Tristan dripping sweat and precum from their gorgeous muscular bodies, when we are actually supposed to be talking about whether Epigonos will be whipping up his deviled eggs.... Sheesh! Which one of you just whispered that I was making a veiled reference to some escort's cum-soaked testicles? Really, guys. Can we please just get back to business.................

He knows I think he is the perfect man, the embodiment of sexiness, and that I am wildly jealous of his cock, his intelligence, and his fine moral character. But no, he isn't my boyfriend. I'm way too much of a whore to ever want to settle down.

Peta is absolutely gorgeous. Sexier than ever in this season's DWTS. And since she ended up with Max, I was really hoping that that would leave James for me. Because at the end of the day, with all due respect, I really do prefer cock to pussy. Apparently, James prefers pussy. Life is so fucking unfair!