Sugguestions On How To Make Right Of Questionable Misunderstandings!!

[Juan Vancouver]

This is actually a little bit more like the prophets in the Old Testament. Blunt, painful to hear, and I suspect difficult to write. But fundamentally grounded in truth.

And (Juan) you don't get my vote for being as sweet as Mary Poppins would be.

 

If you don't vote for me for SAMP (Sweet as Mary Poppins) it's just because you haven't tasted my ass. But enough with the self-promotion!

 

It's true; nobody remembers fondly the nurse who delivers the vaccination injection but everyone remembers with love the aunt that bakes the sweets. Yes, a spoon full of sugar always goes down well unless, of course, you caught the diabetes, in which case sugar would kill you. You need a prick with insulin.

 

Insulin is only necessary in case of disease. Advise is only necessary in case of something not going well. Unless advise is asked for with the intention of receiving compliments and sycophancy instead of advise. If this is the case, when one wants to offer medicine, it's not welcome, it's just an unnecessary prick.

 

It seems, today, I am just that. An unnecessary prick.

 

JD,

 

You are possibly right. I am human and humans tend to exaggerate memories, especially when the event was emotional and difficult. It is possible that some of my details are imprecise but I want you to know that I made an extra strong effort trying to be impartial and fair when writing them. I apologize for that. I wish I could get across, however, the fact that if I responded to your post was believing that you were in fact asking for advise on how to reconcile the very uncomfortable cognitive dissonance you are experiencing between the man you know yourself to be and some people's characterization of you.

 

In order words, I believe that you are sincerely in shock because you know yourself to be a kind, genuine man, and some people may be suggesting something that challenges that belief. That is an uncomfortable place to find oneself in.

 

First of all, I would like to reiterate, even if only as disclaimer that I don't dislike you at all. I have nothing against you. I don't think you are a monster or a phony, as you accused me on your post. I don't belong to a secret society with the purpose of deposing you as front runner to the crown. I don't envy you, I don't wish you ill. All the opposite. I want you to succeed. The more escorts who succeed, the happier clients will be and the more thriving everyone's business will become.

 

You are NOT any form of competition for me. It would be fucking stupid for me to try to provide the JD experience to my clients as it would be ill advised for you to try to do a Juan Bruno. We are entirely different men, different products. We are not against one another. Brother, I am not against you, I want you to do well.

 

Now, in the spirit of full disclosure so that it is perfectly transparent that I am trying to be honest, I don't consider myself your friend. We don't know one another. Never spoke on the phone about anything but escort of the year stuff. You style of communication is not very compatible with mine, so I doubt we would get along well. I would drive you off the walls and I would not like it either... but I don't have absolutely anything against you.

 

I would really like to invite you to read this with as much calm and clear mind as possible.

 

I think you have two options:

 

1. You can think that for some strange, obscure reason I hate you, envy you, want to be you, want to boycott you, want to destroy your name. Think that I belong to a group of disgruntled hoes who have no goal but to present you as a monster and evil freak. If this is true, then I maliciously twisted every conversation we had and have been waiting for my chance to hit you where it hurts... damage you, obliterate you.

 

2. You can think that I am some guy, a random hooker who you don't know but with whom you've had a couple uncomfortable exchanges. You may believe my word that I have absolutely nothing against you and I am sharing this mainly because you asked. You can take my word for it, and even if you suspect I may have exaggerated a little, you might want to stop and wonder whether there was anything you did, in the heat of the passion that may have helped me, a random guy with no agenda, to feel uncomfortable, invaded, forced, harassed. You could stop and ask yourself if there have been other instances, professionally or personally where people may have expressed feeling something similar... And if that happened before, maybe the common denomination os something in your behaviour of which you are not fully aware. If though this interaction and this exercise of self-refection you learn something about yourself that might help you reconcile that cognitive dissonance of which I spoke at first, if you can learn something about yourself and learn better ways to be more effective, then this was a wonderful growing experience.

 

Growing experiences, especially when it becomes to self awareness, never feel like a spoon full of sugar.

 

Steven is right. This is not a time to rip assholes, it's a time to open our hearts.

 

Consider both options and choose whichever suits you best. I sincerely apologize for my no doubt faulty recollection, god knows I tried my best.

 

If after this you still want to think I am evil, (or "really something" as you politely put it on your post), then I am more than willing to live with it. I have peacefully accepted that I can't be liked by everyone. Its just a pity to have unnecessary animadversion thrown at one when it's not justified.

 

Lastly, I just kindly request that if you want to communicate with me about this, you do it through this post.

 

Still now, sincerely wishing you a fulfilling, exciting private and professional life. You have something special that will be very pleasing to many. Here's to wishing you will be able to reach all of those and will bring happiness to their lives.

 

Big hug, man.

[+ Chris Eisenhower]

JD, I hope the pic I posted didn’t mislead you. The Escort of the Year doesn’t actually get a crown. Maybe someone can make one for you:

 

TIN CAN CROWN

 

Ummm... no. I got a crown—well, a tiara really. And a scepter.

 

And $5000.

[+ Oliver]

Ummm... no. I got a crown—well, a tiara really. And a scepter.

 

And $5000.

 

Next time, wear the tiara, please. I've already experienced the "scepter".

[+ Chris Eisenhower]

Next time, wear the tiara, please. I've already experienced the "scepter".

 

"And the award for 'BEST AVATAR' goes to..."

(yanks "Internet Won" award from Steven Kesslar's sweaty little hands)

"... OLIVER!"

(presents award amid thunderous applause)

 

"Congratulations."

[jawjateck]

Lawd have mercy what a thread!

[+ stevenkesslar]

"And the award for 'BEST AVATAR' goes to..."

(yanks "Internet Won" award from Steven Kesslar's sweaty little hands)

 

I'm confused. Why were my hands sweating?

 

<----------------------- Maybe you're confused. "Internet Won" is not my avatar.

 

Could the sweaty hands possibly have something to do with your avatar, Chris?

 

I actually see only one hand in it, near your crotch. What was it just doing, and where is the other one?

 

Mary Poppins and the children are busy flying a kite, so we can talk openly now.

[AdamSmith]

Mary Poppins and the children are busy flying a kite, so we can talk openly now.

 

In any event, give me Miss Jean Brodie every time.

 

http://www.dograt.com/WordPress/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/JeanBrody02.png

 

[Juan Vancouver]

In any event, give me Miss Jean Brodie every time.

 

I would agree with you, except on principle I can't. Wasn't she who said that six inches is perfectly adequate, more is vulgar?

[AdamSmith]

I would agree with you, except on principle I can't. Wasn't she who said that six inches is perfectly adequate, more is vulgar?

 

That wasn't Lady Bracknell?!

 

http://40.media.tumblr.com/283504fe8f334e605aa0e4f373249a23/tumblr_n2331q7fYJ1r9rf0no2_400.jpg

 

"...not even for ready money."

[+ stevenkesslar]

I would agree with you, except on principle I can't. Wasn't she who said that six inches is perfectly adequate, more is vulgar?

 

That does it. You just crossed the line from constructive criticism to cruelty.

 

You think you had it bad, Juan? What do you think it's like for an escort like me, with an average endowment, to have to look at JD? Fuck, even with underwear on there is no way he can disguise certain things.

 

Now you're going to go waving your uncut 8 x 6 thing in my face, after goading me about your sweet asshole?

 

Even Mary Poppins couldn't take this. Can't a guy get a little bit of mercy around here?

[Juan Vancouver]

Even Mary Poppins couldn't take this. Can't a guy get a little bit of mercy around here?

 

I might not have a spoon full of sugar... but I do have a spoon full of poppers.

 

I am sure you can take it.

[Despardo]

That wasn't Lady Bracknell?!

 

http://40.media.tumblr.com/283504fe8f334e605aa0e4f373249a23/tumblr_n2331q7fYJ1r9rf0no2_400.jpg

 

"...not even for ready money."

That's the problem with cucumbers, it is either feast or famine.

[AdamSmith]

That's the problem with cucumbers, it is either feast or famine.

 

Algernon. I really don’t see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I’ll certainly try to forget the fact.

 

Jack. I have no doubt about that, dear Algy. The Divorce Court was specially invented for people whose memories are so curiously constituted.

 

Algernon. Oh! there is no use speculating on that subject. Divorces are made in Heaven—[Jack puts out his hand to take a sandwich. Algernon at once interferes.] Please don’t touch the cucumber sandwiches. They are ordered specially for Aunt Augusta. [Takes one and eats it.]

 

Jack. Well, you have been eating them all the time.

 

Algernon. That is quite a different matter. She is my aunt. [Takes plate from below.] Have some bread and butter. The bread and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and butter.

 

Jack. [Advancing to table and helping himself.] And very good bread and butter it is too.

 

Algernon. Well, my dear fellow, you need not eat as if you were going to eat it all. You behave as if you were married to her already. You are not married to her already, and I don’t think you ever will be.

 

***

Algernon. I am greatly distressed, Aunt Augusta, about there being no cucumbers, not even for ready money.

 

Lady Bracknell. It really makes no matter, Algernon. I had some crumpets with Lady Harbury, who seems to me to be living entirely for pleasure now.

 

Algernon. I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief.

 

Lady Bracknell. It certainly has changed its colour. From what cause I, of course, cannot say.

[+ FreshFluff]

Algernon. I really don’t see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

 

Algernon's got it.

[+ Gar1eth]

That does it. You just crossed the line from constructive criticism to cruelty.

 

You think you had it bad, Juan? What do you think it's like for an escort like me, with an average endowment, to have to look at JD? Fuck, even with underwear on there is no way he can disguise certain things.

 

Now you're going to go waving your uncut 8 x 6 thing in my face, after goading me about your sweet asshole?

 

Even Mary Poppins couldn't take this. Can't a guy get a little bit of mercy around here?

 

 

Steven-I just looked at your reviews. They have you 'pegged' at between 7 and 9 inches. I guess it's only in the escort world that those measurements would be considered average. Speaking of me and my mini me-while I know it's one of the 7 Deadly Sins-count me as very envious!!

 

 

Gman

[+ stevenkesslar]

Steven-I just looked at your reviews. They have you 'pegged' at between 7 and 9 inches. I guess it's only in the escort world that those measurements would be considered average. Speaking of me and my mini me-while I know it's one of the 7 Deadly Sins-count me as very envious!!

 

My sweet, kind, considerate man.

 

Obviously you didn't get the memo Daddy sent out after the Department of Homeland Security busted Rentboy.

 

The reviews published on this website are complete and total fiction.

 

Don't believe a word - or even more important - a number you read!

[+ stevenkesslar]

I might not have a spoon full of sugar... but I do have a spoon full of poppers.

 

I am sure you can take it.

 

Actually, Juan, I'm more concerned about JD taking it at this point. I've never met you, and so I have no idea how skillful you are with your 8 x 6. Based on the reviews, I have every reason to believe you and JD have at least two things in common: you are both very well hung, and very well reviewed.

 

Whatever is true about how you wield your 8 x 6, I also now know that you are very good at consciousness raising with a 2 x 4. What you did to JD was an expertly thought through and perfectly executed hit job. And the reason I basically approve of it is that I have a personality type that is very much like JD's. So I realize that sometimes it takes a hard whack with a 2 x 4 to get through to someone with a dominant personality.

 

Whatever it's medicinal purposes, that hurts deeply.

 

Precisely for that reason, I am now going to venture off where I couldn't go yesterday when I was flying back on airplanes from Chicago. You are about to get a PhD dissertation on - can you believe it? - Mary Poppins. For those of you not interested in reading my novellas, take your umbrella and fly away. If you bitch at me for going long and deep on this one, forget about Juan's 8 x 6. I'll take Juan's 2 x 4 and crack you on the head with it.

 

Given the bluntness of your message, Juan, I figured it's time for a spoonful of sugar - actually a quadruple dose of it. The following are 4 clips from the 2013 film Saving Mr. Banks. I could not find a clip of the scene I most wanted - the final fictional confrontation between Walt Disney and P.L. Travers in her London home. But any or all of these clips will give you a sense of the film, about the making of Mary Poppins, and about the making of myths. If you haven't seen the movie, they will help set me up for where I want to go.

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHgSXIHcM00

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QMlNmb_31Q

 

Finally, here is an excellent hour long documentary on P.L. Travers, the genius behind Mary Poppins.

 

 

When I first saw Saving Mr. Banks, as far as I recall Dane Scott and I sat in the theater holding hands in tears at the "Let's Go Fly A Kite" scene. Me being me, I came home and spent most of the next two days researching Mary Poppins and P.L. Travers. I first watched this documentary then, and it fascinated me. If you don't want to watch the whole thing, view the segment between 55:30 and 57:00 minutes, which gets to the core of what I want to talk about.

 

What would Mary Poppins do?

 

Without intending to, Miami, you phrased that question exactly right. You can "do" Mary Poppins. You can't "be" Mary Poppins. She's a product of modern mythology, whether you look at the scary P.L. Travers version, or the sugar sweet Walt Disney one. Practically perfect in every way. P.L. Travers and Walt Disney, who brought Mary Poppins to life in books and on film, where something very different: human beings.

 

The Disney version of P.L. Travers in Saving Mr. Banks presents the young Travers as a sweet girl who used her imagination to take her away from the sad realities of a depressed and suicidal mother, and a doting and loving father who drank himself to death at the age of 43. And that was the cleaned up, Disney version. According to some accounts, Travers said her father completely ignored her, until he died when she was 7. "Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written," she later penned. Also unlike the Disney version, Travers was not a crotchety old spinster. She was a bisexual woman, way ahead of her time, who had affairs with both men and women, and adopted a child of her own. No account of her failures as a mother suggests she was even remotely like Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way. And yet, at core, she turned a childhood that could have destroyed anyone into one of the most inspirational and moving myths of all time .... a fictional nanny named Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way.

 

The Disney version presents Uncle Walt as a swell guy, who chases Travers back to London to deliver healing in a climactic scene. He promises he will provide in reel life what she could not get in real life: redemption, for her father, and even more for herself. He gives a moving speech about storytellers, like him and her, and how they use imagination "to instill hope again and again and again." He goes on: "And when [George Banks] flies that kite.....[viewers] will rejoice......in movie houses all over the world, for generations to come. George Banks will be honored .... George Banks and all he stands for will be saved....maybe not in life, but in imagination."

 

It's a very moving moment in a moving film about a moving film about a beloved fictional nanny. Except it is all completely PHONY. The scenes between Travers and Disney were manufactured. Disney wanted nothing to do with Travers, and headed off to Palm Springs while she was on site in LA consulting on the script of the film. She tormented the song writers and other artists who came up with iconic classics like "Let's Go Fly A Kite," a song she hated, like all the others in the movie. She hated the movie for reducing a complex and scary world where children learned Grimms Fairy Tale-like lessons into a sugar sweet Fantasyland with Julie Andrews and dancing penguins. Walt was also apparently not to be outdone in the hating department. If you buy what Meryl Streep said at a ceremony honoring Emma Thompson for her work in the film, Walt Disney was a "gender bigot" who had a reputation of associating with anti-Semitic groups.

 

Practically perfect in every way? Hardly! Manipulative, self-promoting, and sometimes downright mean? Uh huh!

 

"But here's the thing," to quote from the documentary on PL Travers above. "It really gets you. That's what's ridiculous. Is that it's incredibly moving. The way that they sort everything out, and give everything redemption is very powerful. And it knows it's doing it .... that's what's infuriating."

 

Probably almost as infuriating as it is to Miami Looker that JD Daniels is self promoting, and has 112 exceptional reviews, and has a whole bunch of people who respect and admire and even adore him. Including me. As Juan made clear, there is more than one version of the JD Daniels experience. Whether you view his drive as aggressive and invasive, or as a tremendous will to achieve, it's actually quite impressive. Where does it come from? I don't know. Life is complicated. Ask P.L. Travers. She could never quite explain where Mary Poppins came from.

 

Juan made a decision to refuse an offer to get to know JD as he really is. I accepted the offer, which was made at the pool party at my house last Spring. I have no regrets. And I am probably in a better position to judge JD than Juan is. Is he practically perfect in every way. No. Guess what? Who is?

 

Maybe that's a disappointment. But to go back to the documentary, "We want to believe that redemption is possible. And that is both the lie and the miracle of Hollywood films. That it can all be neat and tidy at the end. At some deep human level, it's that order we crave."

 

Actually, to be self promoting, going to see a two hour film is not unlike going to see an escort for a few hours. And that is the lie and the miracle of JD Daniels, and Steven Kesslar, and Juan Bruno. You don't believe me? Go read the reviews on the three escorts I just named, or any other one who has been Escort of the Year, or widely admired. We are all PHONY. And we are all miracles. We all know how to create magic, in our own way, when it is needed. And we are all practically perfect, except when we aren't.

[+ stevenkesslar]

I think JD's biggest problem is his age. I crossed some line a few years ago, and I now embrace what a Chinese fortune a work colleague put on my work inbox as an insult 30 or so years ago told me: "In youth and beauty, wisdom is rare." I am much better at playing Mary Poppins than I was back then. Escorting is actually great training for Mary Poppins moments. JD will be better at it 10 or 20 years from now. I don't hold his youth against him.

 

You want to hear about my demons and dramas? I spent the last week telling my father and siblings that their brother was dying quickly of cancer. My brother added to the drama by spending most of the week in the hospital with internal bleeding, leading us to think he might never come home. (He does, tomorrow). My brother was a juvenille delinquent, who as recently as 5 years ago while on a hiking trip called my parents "evil," and yet managed to earn multiple PhDs and become the most intellectually and financially accomplished of 6 children. To his credit, my Dad wrote in the card we sent my brother that he is "very proud of all your accomplishments and achievements," which is the wound my brother has been trying to heal his whole adult life. I learned my estranged sister, who can't stand my mother, who is in a nursing home dying of dementia, needs heart surgery in the next month. One of my other brothers and I spent a half an hour crying in each others arms, while his wife, who is one of the most loving people I know and literally a healer, looked on in surprise at the depth of his hurt. "You know your brother better than I know my husband," she said. Maybe that is so, and maybe it is wisdom, but if so it comes at a price. My goal was to be strong, and bring order and hope to a situation that is sad, and feels like a complete fucking mess. And to be practically perfect in every way. Or at least appear to be. In reality, Steven Kesslar is hardly perfect. You don't believe me? Ask JD to dish dirt on me.

 

Whatever demons and dramas JD is wrestling with are his business, and certainly not my business to share, which is why I focused on my own. I don't really know that it was Juan's business to share, either. Although I agree with Juan that JD pretty much asked for it. Even if what JD really wanted, to use Juan's phrase, was a "downpour of support."

 

I can tell you this, though. You can tell a lot about an escort by how he treats his mother. JD Daniels, Dane Scott, Steven Kesslar, and my deceased escort buddy Bill are at least 4 escorts I know who know or knew how to conjure magic for their Moms, and played Mary Poppins very well for them when needed. Whatever JD said that pissed Juan off, JD doesn't talk to his mother that way. There is nothing PHONY about him. Unless you think Mary Poppins is PHONY.

 

There is plenty of sadness in all our lives. At the risk of sounding self promoting, that is partly what escorts - like movies - are for. What would Mary Poppins do? Offer hope, and redemption, and above all, heart. That's what JD does, too. Sometimes quite imperfectly. We're all works in progress. With our help, maybe someday he'll be practically perfect in every way.

 

Meanwhile, what does that make JD? Juan used some pretty fancy words: Self deprecatory. Sycophancy. Condescending. (Oh, sorry. That last word is the one that is used to describe Juan sometimes). After all, nobody's perfect.

 

In the meantime, there's only one word I can think of to describe JD as he really is. And of course you all know it's coming .................

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRFHXMQP-QU

[Juan Vancouver]

Hey Steven,

 

I am so sorry to read about your family's situation at the moment. I can't even imagine how overwhelmed you might feel. I know that nothing quite prepares you for such challenges in life and I also know that what people say seldom offers comfort. Just know I have you in my thoughts and I am wishing things go as easy as they can possibly go. It has been that kind of year for people around me! Family and health matters. It does suck ass.

 

Big hug and my best wishes.

[+ azdr0710]

no hijacking the thread, Juan and Steven.....this thread is supposed to be all about JDD.....

[+ stevenkesslar]

It does suck ass.

 

Couldn't resist. Could ya?

 

Thanks, Juan. You're a sweetheart.

 

I've always been messy about the limits between "professional" and "personal" as an escort. Although in my defense I've always viewed it the same as any other job - when you work with people closely, you get personal and intimate. Even more so when you are naked doing so.

 

Since I emerged from my self-constructed cocoon earlier this year I've gone way further on revealing personal information on this website than I had before. And in several cases, like this one, I wondered, do I really want to say that? But mostly I think the theme of the day and week and month and year is getting it all out in the open is healing, whether it's about my family's psychodramas or misfortunes or about the Rentboy 7. It all makes me feel like I am part of a loving and supportive community. I wish you the best, too, and know you have the love and support of many here, also.

 

And that really sucks ass, doesn't it?

[+ stevenkesslar]

And that is the lie and the miracle of JD Daniels, and Steven Kesslar, and Juan Bruno.

 

no hijacking the thread, Juan and Steven.....this thread is supposed to be all about JDD.....

 

Oh, come on! It's the first thing we all teach in Sexual Finishing School. Lie # 1: Just because you act humble doesn't mean you are.

[MiamiLooker]

no hijacking the thread, Juan and Steven.....this thread is supposed to be all about JDD.....

 

I understand the thread has gone off-forum with the “real truth”. Basically, post #51 in this thread rehashed and repeated.

[bigvalboy]

Somewhere along the way things went terribly wrong here, there was a derailment, a lot of people got pretty banged up, but that's the best thing that has happened to this place in a long long time.

 

Thanks for the memories....

 

 

Frank Sinatra - Thanks For The Memory

Artist: Frank Sinatra

Thanks for the memory

Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet

Our wond'rous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette

How lucky I was

 

And thanks for the memory

Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki

We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea

How cozy it was

 

Now since our breakup I wake up

Alone on a gray morning-after

I long for the sound of your laughter

And then I see the laughs on me

 

But, thanks for the memory

Of every touch a thrill, I've been through the mill

I've lived a lot and learned a lot, you loved me not and still

I miss you so much

 

Thanks for the memory

 

Of how we used to jog even in a fog

That barbecue in Malibu, away from all the smog

How rainy it was

 

Thanks for the memory

Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed

Tonight the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud

How brainy he was

 

Gone are those evenings on Broadway

Together we'd go to a great show

But now I begin with the Late Show

And wish that you were watching, too

 

I know it's a fallacy

That grown men never cry, baby, that's a lie

We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die

And thank you so much

[JDXXX]

I think JD's biggest problem is his age. I crossed some line a few years ago, and I now embrace what a Chinese fortune a work colleague put on my work inbox as an insult 30 or so years ago told me: "In youth and beauty, wisdom is rare." I am much better at playing Mary Poppins than I was back then. Escorting is actually great training for Mary Poppins moments. JD will be better at it 10 or 20 years from now. I don't hold his youth against him.

 

You want to hear about my demons and dramas? I spent the last week telling my father and siblings that their brother was dying quickly of cancer. My brother added to the drama by spending most of the week in the hospital with internal bleeding, leading us to think he might never come home. (He does, tomorrow). My brother was a juvenille delinquent, who as recently as 5 years ago while on a hiking trip called my parents "evil," and yet managed to earn multiple PhDs and become the most intellectually and financially accomplished of 6 children. To his credit, my Dad wrote in the card we sent my brother that he is "very proud of all your accomplishments and achievements," which is the wound my brother has been trying to heal his whole adult life. I learned my estranged sister, who can't stand my mother, who is in a nursing home dying of dementia, needs heart surgery in the next month. One of my other brothers and I spent a half an hour crying in each others arms, while his wife, who is one of the most loving people I know and literally a healer, looked on in surprise at the depth of his hurt. "You know your brother better than I know my husband," she said. Maybe that is so, and maybe it is wisdom, but if so it comes at a price. My goal was to be strong, and bring order and hope to a situation that is sad, and feels like a complete fucking mess. And to be practically perfect in every way. Or at least appear to be. In reality, Steven Kesslar is hardly perfect. You don't believe me? Ask JD to dish dirt on me.

 

Whatever demons and dramas JD is wrestling with are his business, and certainly not my business to share, which is why I focused on my own. I don't really know that it was Juan's business to share, either. Although I agree with Juan that JD pretty much asked for it. Even if what JD really wanted, to use Juan's phrase, was a "downpour of support."

 

I can tell you this, though. You can tell a lot about an escort by how he treats his mother. JD Daniels, Dane Scott, Steven Kesslar, and my deceased escort buddy Bill are at least 4 escorts I know who know or knew how to conjure magic for their Moms, and played Mary Poppins very well for them when needed. Whatever JD said that pissed Juan off, JD doesn't talk to his mother that way. There is nothing PHONY about him. Unless you think Mary Poppins is PHONY.

 

There is plenty of sadness in all our lives. At the risk of sounding self promoting, that is partly what escorts - like movies - are for. What would Mary Poppins do? Offer hope, and redemption, and above all, heart. That's what JD does, too. Sometimes quite imperfectly. We're all works in progress. With our help, maybe someday he'll be practically perfect in every way.

 

Meanwhile, what does that make JD? Juan used some pretty fancy words: Self deprecatory. Sycophancy. Condescending. (Oh, sorry. That last word is the one that is used to describe Juan sometimes). After all, nobody's perfect.

 

In the meantime, there's only one word I can think of to describe JD as he really is. And of course you all know it's coming .................

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRFHXMQP-QU

 

Steven -

 

I am so proud you, sweetie as you revealed what's been happening with you behind-the-scenes regarding the tragedy you've been facing with your family, especially your brother.

 

It's true, and can speak on this matter being a close witness to what Steven confessed here, and by helping him deal with this tragedy which first came about during our time with Daddy in Vegas for his early birthday celebration finding out of his brother has been fighting cancer. Both Steven, and I were going through some horrific moments actually during that trip that is NOT in my best interest or place to discuss, but will say since Steven has revealed something I didn't think he wanted to be known public here on the forum, but will say anyway, that he put his worries about his brother illness aside, and focused what was at hand, and that was for us to enjoy what we drove to Vegas for by celebrating Daddy birthday early which in my eyes says hell of a lot about this wonderful man, and that he is not in any way selfish as he demonstrated to me, and without Daddy knowing at the time of the pain he was experiencing with the saddened news of his brother's illness. His courage to me says, he is a man of dignity, and strength as he put on a happy face enjoying the moment he had with Daddy as TOP PRIORITY, but deep down inside Steven was hurting, and it was painful for me to see he was hurting on the count of his brother's illness, but stood by his side with open arms because he is a friend for which I love dearly, and want to support him in his time of need. Not easy to find out on a trip you think would be fun and full of celebration to somewhat turn into a nightmare with a blink of an eye as your informed a sibling you know and love may not be around much longer in this world.

 

The reason for the early celebration (just those for wondering why this came about of us celebrating Daddy's birthday early) was for Steven to have special time with Daddy since he will not be able to attend Daddy's Birthday Weekend Bash in November due to other obligations that were well set a year in advance.

 

To be sure, Steven had of the opportunity, and not miss out of spending some form of quality time with Daddy on his birthday - we made a trip to Vegas(together) for Steven to have this opportunity which was quite rewarding I must say having fun laughing and talking showing Daddy how much we appreciate him, and love him. Now may I remind you, during all of this, Steven was facing his brother's illness, and having to cope with the drama behind it, but didn't let it get in the way of what we came there for which was to honor Daddy's Birthday as that is very noble and gracious for him to do.

 

I am very sadden to see a close friend of mine or anyone I know experience these awful and painful tragedies in life. See the strength Steven has shown and even by admitting something he didn't at first want to be public or known proves he is a hell of a great man, and a man I adore and admire with all sincerity.

 

I hope, Steven you and Daddy don't mind me revealing some of the things I've mentioned here in the post, but want people to know what a thoughtful, and gracious man you are, and that you're not at all selfish or conceded in any way as you kept your head up, and made sure you're brothers illness didn't get in the way of your focus on Daddy birthday celebration shows you came out of this balancing both situations at hand at a even pace, and that my friend is incredible.

 

You're amazing, baby. What can I say no other then I'm quite proud of your bravery, and sincerity in wanting to share to everyone here on the forum of your dramas and challenges in life which goes to show not everyone has a perfect and "happy-go-lucky" life all the time, and you've demonstrated that in your post by revealing your challenges and how those challenges strengthened you to move forward in being supportive to those around you - Family and all.