stevenkesslar

Which is the one upside of penmanship over penismanship. It's easier to go on forever when it only involves spewing out words.

Okay, here we go. As hard as I try not to make it all about me, why does it always end up being about me? You've fucked me enough times, PK. You ought to know I like to bottom. :D:D As it happens, last year I got to spend some quality time with Tristan, sitting by Oliver's pool. Observers might have noted I did not take my shirt off, as I worried I might suffer by comparison. Then again, I suspect that most observers were more likely paying attention to the very thin strip of white fabric that was barely constraining the thick slab of manhood bulging out from the wet thong our young hero Tristan was wearing. Some guy who was talking with us, and who had obviously hired Tristan, made these two observations: he likes to have sex with Tristan, and he likes to read my posts. And I thought, now isn't that special? Given the choice between having a perfect penis and perfect prose, I'd take the former, I think. But you know me. I try to go with the flow. So I get it. Tristan is the guy with the perfect penis that everybody wants to get their hands on. And what do I get? I get to type. So be it. So if only to torment me, this guy starts talking about how maybe we should have a threeway sometime. And I confess that it would be a dream come true to have sex with Tristan. And the guy, for some strange reason, asks me if that means I want to fuck Tristan. I mean, what is it about my cock, really? So I'm like, "Fuck no! Who in their right mind would not want to be fucked by GI Joe?" I mean, he looks like GI Joe, he has a body like GI Joe, and he is in fact a trained killer. Or at least it feels that way. And no, let's not have any pistol jokes, okay? I mean, when I was a kid I actually read both Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane comic books. I look back and figure my subconscious was confused about whether I wanted to be Superman's best friend, or his girlfriend. But now that I'm 100 % Gay, I can let the inner girl in me come out, right? So, again, I'm like, who wouldn't want to be fucked by GI Joe? Now just to be clear, it's not like I'm Tristan's agent or anything. Don't get the wrong impression. I'm quite sure some of you coming to the party will have your way with him. And don't worry. I won't feel lonely, or jealous, or excluded. Like I said, maybe someday I'll still get to be just as popular and sexy as Tristan is, when I'm older. P.S. The only part of my earlier post that is not true is when I said I found Eisenhower having sex in my basement closet seven months after the 2015 party. It was actually eleven months. I just didn't want to make it sound like Chris was a sex addict.

I've been going to these things for close to a decade, and a few years due to extenuating circumstances my house "hosted" Oliver's party. The first few years I came as the "hired" companion of Epigonos. Some escorts are hired as companions for the party. I also had been hired for years by Oliver. (Not for the party. Oliver is a size queen, and frankly, I just don't measure up to Jason Carter). So it was always a little bit awkward for me, because as much as I wanted to be there to socialize and meet interesting people, I also felt I had to be especially attentive to the person hiring me to be there. It helped that one of the phrases that Epigonos and I use most commonly is, "Yeah. Well go fuck yourself." If you want to endear yourself to Oliver, it's actually spoken as, "Ar...........go........fuck yourself!" After a few years, I decided it was better to just go "stag" because then I could do whatever the fuck I wanted - literally. That freed up Epigonos to take on very onerous kitchen responsibilities. It also freed me up to get fat. Did I mention he's a fabulous cook? One of the highlights for me has always been the chance to meet other escorts who I worshipped, whose pictures I jacked off to, and who I aspired to be like when I grow up. I'm actually still hoping to be just like Tristan Baldwin when I get older. Some escorts definitely view it as a hiring opportunity and make arrangements privately. But as sf westcoaster said they make it known they are attending and available. Then there are always of course the rumors about the spontaneous things that happen that are not planned. For example, there was a rumor that last year one escort was fucking another one while I played with the bottom escort's nipples while I sat on Oliver's couch. I have no idea whether the rumor is true. For those of you who are curious, I should mention that we finally did solve the mystery of Chris Eisenhower's disappearance. I found him still having sex with somebody in the closet of one of my basement bedrooms about seven months after the 2015 party. It kind of freaked me out, so I kicked him out of my house. Haven't heard from him since. Having hosted the party at my house for a few years, the one piece of advice I would give is this: try not to get cum on the couch. When it comes to decor and decorum, Oliver is a bit fussy.

Palm Springs Liquor at 1200 N Palm Canyon looks like the closest. There are several in easy walking distance. https://www.google.com/search?q=liquor+stores+palm+canyon&npsic=0&rflfq=1&rlha=0&rllag=33822019,-116545812,1939&tbm=lcl&ved=0ahUKEwjW3bX-w63WAhUY62MKHdooCNEQtgMIKw&tbs=lrf:!2m1!1e2!2m1!1e3!3sIAE,lf:1,lf_ui:10&rldoc=1#rlfi=hd:;si:9276400487289421569;mv:!1m3!1d21751.571067292825!2d-116.54620469999999!3d33.8245636!2m3!1f0!2f0!3f0!3m2!1i12!2i315!4f13.1 Don't know about pot.

Okay, assholes. Very funny. Is this an indirect way of telling me I should go pick up DavidSF???

Any idea what Uber (or Lyft) costs? Mike Carey said above it's a $15 taxi ride or so from the airport to Canyon Club, which is what I would have guessed. There's always a line of taxis right when you walk out the door. I've never had to wait for one. So unless you are an Uber lover the easiest thing to do is probably take a taxi. And if you are really frugal and don't mind walking, like me, you can pay $1.25 and take the bus from Farrell. Schedules for Route 14 are linked above.

Pan comido. Soy un sueno fantástico.

Not at all. Espero que pudiera hablar inglés tan bien como tú hablas español. I wish I could speak English as well as you speak Spanish. (Assuming that's actually what people in Argentina speak. ) Oops, back to the woodshed. Some other practical tips: LAX is usually the cheapest in terms of flight costs of all the regional airports. My most frequent destination is Chicago, and often its a few hundred dollars less to fly from LAX than flying out of PSP. But you have to drive a few hours (not counting rush hours traffic delays, which can be really awful). If you are renting a car at LAX and returning it to LAX, it can be pretty cheap, especially at a weekend rate. Usually the drop fees to pick up a car at LAX and drop it at PSP are expensive Not so much the other way around - I've picked up cars at PSP and dropped them at LAX with no drop fee. ONT (Ontario) is the closest airport to Palm Springs. I've also flown out of John Wayne/Orange County (SNA), which is further from PSP than ONT. If you look at sites like Kayak, some airlines - like Southwest - do not use it. So you have to go to Southwest's website to check prices. They used to often be the least expensive. Today, not so much. My own 2 cents is that more often than not when you add in the cost of renting a car (or in my case parking my car) and the inconvenience of driving, you don't save a lot by avoiding the extra cost of flying into PSP. But if you plan to rent a car anyway, my guess is it may be cheaper to rent a car at LAX than PSP. One final factor which is a frequent hassle for me is connections. A lot of places I fly require a connection at LAX or SFO, since I mostly fly United. That can be a bitch, especially SFO because with morning flights there are often delays due to fog at SFO. My biggest problem is having to worry about missing a connection. That's one nice thing about direct flights to someplace like LAX - it mitigates that problem. Buen suerte!

That was a little confusing. You don't need to rent a car to get from the airport to PS. I just checked and Canyon Club is 3 miles from the airport. I do think Uber can pick up at the airport, but again I don't use Uber. My house is 4.5 miles from the airport. I often take a taxi there, and it's $20 plus tip one way - sometimes less. So I'm pretty sure you could get from the airport to Canyon Club via taxi for $20 or less. There also is a decent bus system which I use sometimes, even though i have a car, just because I don't have to park at the airport. It's $1.25 per ride with a transfer. https://www.sunline.org/riding-sunline/routes-and-schedules https://www.sunline.org/transit_routes/route/line14?transit_routes_direction=Norhtbound Route 14 picks you up on Farrell which is a 10 minute or so walk from the airport front door and takes you downtown, but if you get off at Palm Canyon and Tahquitz Canyon (by Hard Rock Hotel) you'd still have a brief walk (1 mile) to Canyon Club. But that time of year walking is pleasant and good exercise. Sometimes I actually just take the bus to get to the airport from my home, if I'm going on a longer trip and don't want to pay to park my car. If you haven't been, the PSP airport was described by one poster as being like a park. It's small and very easy to get around.

Speak of the devil!

You can walk to Trio (the restaurant) and Downtown Palm Springs from Canyon Club. The main distance is from CC to the pool party. There also is usually some informal car pooling to and fro. I know I have people I've picked up to bring to places. Uber is an option in Palm Springs. I've never used it, but maybe others who have can weigh in. Also, the place the party will be next year is on a smaller, windy street. Epigonos and I drove by it recently and discussed that parking could be a little more difficult. So that suggests car pooling or Uber could make a bit more sense than other years. It really is your call. But you certainly don't need a car. I've offered before and will offer again: I've got an economy car but I'm happy to shuttle people, like from Canyon Club to the party and back.

Nope. There's coyotes in the desert, but nobody has spotted that jackass around.

I'm actually shocked, Dame Kockwood. I just didn't think you were the kind of lady who preferred to pull out early, before it was really finished. But I applaud your pragmatism. It is less messy, after all.

And since I've once again ruined a thread with my terse, nasty quips, I might as well finish it off. It always comes back up again, often when you least expect it. Really, I wouldn't lose any sleep over this, guys.

Thanks, Einstein. As was noted earlier in the thread, some of us figured out a while ago that animal spirits usually make things go up - until they peak. The trick is to make sure you get enough. You always want to feel satisfied when it comes back down.

http://www.multpl.com/shiller-pe/ I posted this elsewhere. Shiller PE is at 30.40. There are two historical precedents. In 1929 it hit 30 in August, peaked at 32 in October, and the rest is history. Shiller himself pooh poohed the comparison late last year right after Trump won. He said "animal spirits" would drive the market higher in the short term. The only other time we've reached this level is May 1997. The market kept going up for 3 more years. Decisions, decisions, decisions. See you on the other side,, boys.

I've never gone wrong following Bigvalboy's advice. Just remember. Life seems to work best when you maximize two things: cum, and compound interest.

Well, Oliver, it seems like you have been doing your homework. I noticed you've been flying up the "Most Likes" list. So I decided to study the issue and find out why. Congratulations! I give you an "A" for effort. It's nice to know that even an old slut can pass the test. http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHIAVXW-8oQ/VTTVWw0jsgI/AAAAAAAAak8/z917U9GM-do/s1600/maths_block_890992a.jpg Keep it up, and you'll be at the top of the list soon enough. That's muscle math for ya! (Of course, after all your years of service as a bottom, you deserve to finally be at the top of something).

Just to clarify, the words I wrote are a few sentences that (surprisingly for me) attempt to tersely summarize a much longer review. I put my own bias into the words. If I bothered to search for the original review and cut and paste, it would be much longer, and I had no question when I read it that it sounded like a fake review, and almost certainly was. The context also suggested that. The escort in question was part of the "Traveling Pack" and I think at the time there were only a few reviews, and one of them brutally laid out how he was a scammer. This was all last year, and I have dementia, so who knows if my recollection is exactly correct. I mainly used it as an example to illustrate the fact that some of the reviews sounds very fake, and I was wondering whether people who've actually hired off Rentmen had any positive or negative experiences based on the reviews versus the reality. Much of this has been beaten to death on past threads (like last year) about Rentmen. I personally harassed them about a few escorts, in part to drive a discussion about what standards made sense, and whether the community of people who hire or get hired (as opposed to Rentmen staff) ought to be considered a partner in formulating such standards. Rentmen actually booted one escort, and at least made an attempt at verifying the Traveling Pack before deciding they were legitimate. It certainly painted the picture that people like me are considered sort of like bitchy whistle blowers, and that it is, at best, an ongoing game of Whack A Mole. Mostly I was wondering if anything has changed. Thanks, VHC. I guess the site has changed. If I understand, and from scanning the reviews just now, it sounds like the narrative is gone and it now boils down to scores (# of stars) and a few basic questions, like whether you'd recommend the escort. It certainly sounds like it gets them out of the box of any accountability, legal or otherwise, for what the reviews actually describe in a post-Rentboy world.

Just curious. Seems like the OP got his question answered, so let me ask this. For people who have had experience, how would you rate the REVIEW section of Rentmen? How reliable do you think they are? How easy do you think they are to fake? Several people have said above that it makes sense to crossreference profiles there with reviews here. Should that be taken as a vote of no or less confidence in Rentmen's reviews? My very very very limited dabbling into it; i.e. The traveling pack of escorts, suggests that some of the reviews are real, because there were some bad reviews, but others sounded fake. One review about an escort that was alleged to scam essentially said this: "It was an incredible experience. I paid a lot of money to gawk at how beautiful he is. We didn't have sex, and I felt honored to buy him a meal." Sounded like total BS.

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Wow, two huge inspirations in one day. And poetry no less. This made me think of a way to honor you, BVB. Because you know we are all huge fans of yours. http://static1.kbobject.com/stores/bvb/artwork/german/header/bvb-logo.gif Your moving words reminded me of one of the deep and powerful and elegant homages to love and memory of recent times, created by one of the most profound artists of our time, Taylor Swift: The song captures the true essence of enduring love so poignantly that it launched countless covers that plumb the depths of the true meaning of the kind of well lived life you will be remembered for. Here is one of the best ones: With that in mind, I penned these words to let you know how so many of us will remember you, and how there is a blank space in our hearts waiting to write your name. What a life, oh BVB You have seen such incredible things Penis, escorts, whoring, gin Getting tied up and fucked in sex slings Oh my God, what a hole Too bad it's ninety years old Love's a game, and you played. Boy toy money, stripper bars All the great places you have been Bringing smiles to rentboys' faces Sharing "respect" with Killian You've made thousands of "friends" Spend millions by the time it ends They'll grab your cock in their hand They can even make you cum once a weekend! We'll remember you forever You'll be part of our whorestory You can tell us when it's over If it was worth the STDs Got a long list of "ex-boyfriends" And a dick bigger than your brain Cause we know you are a big payer And you love the game. Now you're old and senseless You pushed it way too far Sex leaves you breathless You get kicked out of bars Got a long list of "ex-boyfriends" And a dick bigger than your brain But we got a blank space, BVB And we'll write your name Anal lips, crystal snorts You get high on incredible things Purchased kisses, pumps and pearls You lived your life as a big Drama Queen I know just what you want To get fucked every day this month Wait the best is yet to come - oh yeah! Moaning, cumming, perfect sex You live on a diet of sperm Forum Delis filled with studs Keep you always lusting like "Oh my God, who is he?" Don't bother, it's just JD. You know where to go when you flee Cause darling, you know Killian will feed you his sweet cream We'll remember you forever You'll be part of our whorestory You can tell us when it's over If it was worth the STDs Got a long list of "ex-boyfriends" And a dick bigger than your brain Cause we know you are a big payer And you love the game. You only want love if it's three things Pretty boys, Caucasians, and twentysomethings You only want love if it's three things Pretty boys, Caucasians, and twentysomethings Now you're old and senseless You pushed it way too far Sex leaves you breathless You get kicked out of bars Got a long list of "ex-boyfriends" And a dick bigger than your brain But we got a blank space, BVB And we'll write your name http://www.starflash.de/cliquen/cliquenbild_crop/cliquenbild-112017.jpg

I have no doubt that will be the case, my dear friend. Not that I wish for your untimely demise. But as we reflect on the meaning of midlife crisis, we reflect on the very meaning of life, and the depth and the profound moments we have shared. I am sure you will be remembered lovingly by many of the finest members of our community. And yes, a smile will come to their face, not for recollection of your prurient interests, but for the deeper things that really matter most in life. http://ww2.sinaimg.cn/large/bcb7e34fgw1es04wi5dvng20f007sb29.gif

Oh my. Dear, sweet BVB. All I can say in response to your post is one is reminded of the benefits of maturity and temperance and an adult attempt to restrain the more puerile proclivities of Gay male sexual mores. I was a complete childish asshole until I was 40. I was a married and monogamous community organizer who never made more than about $30,000 a year, who did shitty and stupid and absolutely useless things like stopping Enron in their quest to deregulate energy in Oregon, helping develop billions of dollar in mortgage lending programs that helped low-income people buy and keep homes, and building national and state and local coalitions, and other totally dumb shit like that. I drove up a beat up old Chevy. Finally, when I turned 40, I grew up and focused on really important things. I became a whore. I bought a red Miata, which I replaced with a Mercedes Benz. I bought a lot of very expensive fashionable clothes. I made six figures a year traveling around the world and getting paid to have sex with God knows how many thousands of men - only, of course, counting the ones that paid for it. At some point I recall reading that something like 10 % of men report having more than 10 sexual partners a year. And I thought, "Shit, I have that many in a day when I spend the night at sex clubs." I am a cheap whore and I will be buried in a massive condom. Hopefully bursting full of cum - which I will purchase, since I plan to have none left by the time I die. So really, when you think about it, turning 40 should be about wisdom, and maturity, and easing into peace of mind. Not partying. Take my word for it, BVB. These years can be a time to remake yourself and focus on inner beauty, not superficial things. You really do need to just grow up.

Um, so where do I meet this Frosty guy? http://static.fjcdn.com/pictures/Snowman_1c08ff_440182.jpg