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Hmmm... I understand how you got to laiz a faire, but I wouldn't call it that. To say that, I think, one would have to say there should be no restrictions "just cuz." I'm not doing that. Here's a medical analogy: Let's say someone falls down and gets hurt. You see a gash on their head and they say it hurts. You give them a couple ibuprofen. But you can't see the internal bruising elsewhere nor know their clotting problem. So now you've made things worse in your attempt to fix a real problem. [let's assume these descriptions actually make medical sense???] I'm making the case fixing the money issue is the ibuprofen. The backroom deals of political influence are left unchecked and overcome all else. And that's before you get to the corporate messaging on issues. Outside of the analogy, I look at candidate financing not as a corruption additive to backroom influence, it's an offset...like two waves which can cancel each other out (to some degree). And importantly, large contribution are public knowledge -- you know about Musk, Soros, etc. -- and can backfire as much as help. Backroom influence from special interest groups are in the shadows. You said, "i do not mean to present this as a all or nothing proposition, but more as an ongoing refining or evolutionary process." I didn't take it that way. You said, "...but believe i am independently outraged lol. " Then be outraged by the influence too! It's just as insidious. I would suspect, you would be less outraged by money if public disclosure of large financial contributions was not known. What would happen if these special interest groups had to publish their candidate pledges/questionnaires, release all data on fundraising and expenditures during election windows -- even not election-related. It might be easier to be angry if that info was made public. But it's in the shadows. Here in yellow is where we disagree immensely, "...give everyone an equal voice..." To me, equality ends with one person one vote as that is our voice, if you will. There is NOTHING implied in democracy beyond equality of the vote as anything more moves into the realm of ideology. to that end, the quoted phrase is aligned to notions around collectivism...which I'm less inclined to follow vs. individualism (if forced into an either-or). Let's take these one by one: "i'm outraged by a president taking a gift of a jet": as far as I understand, that gift is property of the US. I could be wrong. But to make your statement you do not recognize other cultures and the 1000s of years of trade and political interaction history of cultures across Eurasian steppes -- Middle East to China. Gift-giving was the basis of political dialog. You don't have to like it, but in being outraged are you A) trying to force other cultures to observe your social norms? B) Looking to be outraged when simple "dislike" works? "tearing down a chunk of the White House": the White House has gone through major revisions many times. This might be more ludicrous than most but far from unique. So what outrages you? Can't you simply dislike it? "our supposed checks and balances not working": They are being strained, maybe more so than in the past. But what's not working and who is the cause? I would argue Congress is at fault for much if not all of this after decades of abdicating its authority to a President -- both parties, they complain when out of power but do the same when in power. So to whom are you directing your outrage? [...I'm ducking!!...]

I never saw the point of trying to conceal my identity at the bath house. Everyone is there for the same reason.

I need to do this!!!!! Toledo Ohio here

If anyone is from northern Wisconsin, the UP, or northern Minnesota, hit me up!

Per the Western Exposure website, it looks like there is a BearUnion orgy scheduled at CCBC on Saturday the 21st from 8pm to 4am. [think before following links] https://www.westernxposure.net/bearnaked Oddly, it isn't showing up on the BearUnion, CCBC calendars or BBRT party listing. It looks like I probably can fly down on Saturday and spend a full week in Palm Springs, so I probably will.

I recall posting about this bath somewhere else on this site, so forgive me if this is repetitious . My 1st year away from rural home and going to college in NYC, was a great period of exploring. I think I walked Gay St in the Village for an hour expecting gay men to come falling out of the sky, but got better clued in walking around Christopher St. I would read the Village Voice weekly, and it always had ads for the gay theaters in Manhatten like the Adonis, Gaiety, etc. And one issue had a full story on the Continental Baths and the performers who put on shows there to gay men in towels. That weekend, I made my way wayyyy uptown and found the Continental. The window guy was skeptical I knew what I was doing, but I assured him I did, and he took my money and buzzed me in, sliding a towel and a key on an elastic wrist band across the counter to me and directions to my cubicle. I was so self conscious walking through all these guys who were loitering around , a few offering to sell me smoke or other stuff. I was a bit freaked, but got in my room, undressed, put the towel on and walked out to explore. I found the pool/wet area, and a few straight couples were at tables on the far side of the pool. I went back not sure what that was all about, and the vibe in the hall was definitely 1970's Harlem/Spanish Harlem . I went back into the room, got dressed, and headed up to the front desk to leave. The clerk was bemused, and said he didn't think I would last, and handed me my money back ( he had kept it on the side of the register. He then suggested my type of place, and where I would have more fun, was downtown at 1st Ave and Houston, the Club baths. And he was very much correct. Now, on NYC memory lane- does anyone recall the name of the "bath" on 42nd St, above a porno bookstore ( walking up 42nd from the POrt Authority bus terminal it would have been on the right side)

Growing up in the mid Hudson Valley of New York in the early/mid 70's was a kid in the candy store experience. When I was 16 I was tall enough to pass for legal, and would hit a little porno book store in Newburgh and buy a 3 pack of gay porn. I discovered the college town near my town when I was 18 ( at the time drinking age was 18 in NY) Disco was erupting, and a bar in a shopping center popped up ( and damned if I can recall its name, but it was just east of downtown New Paltz) On my 2nd visit to the place , and it had a bit of a gay vibe but very much a mixed group there, a girl I knew from school who was a couple years ahead of me pulled me aside and told me I would really love a new place that opened on Rt 9W called Cold Storage. I went and the gay factor was about 50%, but it was very much a hook up type of place. As I relaxed and settled in, a full blown drag queen ( as was the term then) began playing with me asking to see my fingers, predicting if I was cut or uncut and then judging the size of my cock based on where my index finger touched my palm. She then whispered to me that I would have a LOT more enjoyable time if I went outside, and around to the north side of the building on the lower basement level for a private club called Hot Buns. I did, and I was able to experience my first dark room, first naked in a bar dancing ( even saw a show by Phillipe of Village People fame) where his loin cloth did not restrain his cock once. Not too long afterwards another bar opened about a mile away called the Packing House, also a gay-ish disco. That same summer I discovered the nude sunning spot up in the mountain above New Paltz where all the hippies - college kids would hang out and be mellow, and sometimes that summer a gay bar opened west of Kingston NY on Rt 28.I cannot recall its name ( so if anyone can, HELP! remind me !) It was a large almost barn like building with an upstairs balcony and a few offices off the balcony. It was in this bar the bar owner bought me a drink, took me upstairs, and introduced me to poppers as he fucked my 18 yr old ass. After he dropped 2 loads, he walked me over to another office where an artist was working on a watercolor or something. He also had poppers, and I was naked and working on his meat in a hurry. He slowed me up and we made out a bit, then he broke out some orange flavored lube and lubed my ass up with it before slipping up into me. After he shot, we continued to touch and fondle. He suggested he might be able to go again, and had me suck his cock, which was very much tasting of orange. And whatever it was, I do recall it was very sticky- probably from all the orange syrup mixed in.

Hooked up with a top I’ve been talking to for months. Good deep fucking, cock sucking, ball licking ending with his load deep in my hole. Had also messaging a guy on Grindr or 6 months or so. He was set to cum by when the first top confirmed. The Grindr top had asked if I had a load and that he loved a loaded hole. I told him about the first and he quickly said to message him after. I messaged him as soon as the first left and he said he would be there in 6 minutes. I was ass up, face down when he opened the door. He was larger than the first and felt great as he slid in deep, pounded for about 5 minutes and left his load deep. He said thanks, turned and out the door he went. Great afternoon.

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Isn't that the goal? It's to make it easy for any size to get up inside me. I always enjoy opening up my hole with a large dildo. And keeping it up there for a long periods of time. The loser the better is my opinion. It's only opinion.

Okay, this helps me understand you much better. i'm not convinced that we cannot make things better and i somehow never managed to connect that your approach would be laiz a faire. i also continue to suspect i am not making myself clear with you (either? lol) in how i am presenting this. i do not mean to present this as a all or nothing proposition, but more as an ongoing refining or evolutionary process. i do not believe i am being manipulated (my words, not yours) by the "outrage machines," but believe i am independently outraged lol. i think i end up identifying money as a tool of corruption, but i do not believe that money itself is 'the root of all evil.' Nor have i ever meant to suggest "removing money from the equation," rather looking for ways to manage it so one representative or candidate does not have a financial advantage over another. So my goal is not so much limiting money as a support, rather looking for a way to give everyone an equal voice... which is probably impossible, but i still think it's a worthy goal, that we can do better than doing nothing at all. i'm not ignorant of the fact that xyz corp has more money that Joe Smith, thus has more ability to put up billboards with propaganda, exploit AI, etc.. Mr Senator knows this too. Mr Billionaire is in better position to buy favor from existing or future politicians than i am, because a politician may want more than what my vote can provide. So i'm really looking for ways to attract and police? for honesty and integrity. i'm outraged by a president taking a gift of a jet, or tearing down a chunk of the White House, or____________, and then our supposed checks and balances not working. And yeah, i do associate money as part of the corrupting factor and i believe we need to find ways to reduce things like grift.

There’s also choosing not to fuck with a stranger in a situation one can’t control. …which was my point about things not really being carefree.

Rape me, you hot fucking stud of a pig!

Doxy pep isn't even that effective. Really the only things we can do is test, and I'd recommend testing monthly if you are having sex with a lot of random men often enough, or if you have any symptoms. I try to be an ethical slut, but I understand my risks.

Hey there, total bottom party pig here somewhat submissive and very verbal.

But is it carefree though? Ever since I became Poz, I have been cognisant of the fact that I was careless in my sex choices. We still have the choice of not partaking in certain sex acts…I went to a sex cinema and there was this guy who had his pants down to his ankles showing a rosebud fuckhole lubed with Vaseline petroleum jelly….which would have rendered a condom useless…man, I would have loved to bend him over and fuck him but there’s always the thought:will this be the fucker who will give me chlamydia? The hole reeked of fuck juice and sperm, but there is totally no way to prevent stds , except for DoxyPreP.

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 6) Now you know my background and promiscuous sluttiness we can get back to Dan. I really wasn’t fazed by his rejection and took a few minutes to leave my ass cooling in the breeze. I was startled by a deep voice. “You can’t do that. You need to pull up your pants.” You know how I don’t like taking directions so stood and turned with my shorts around my ankles and my semi hardon on full display. Three feet in front of me stood a tall handsome cop in full uniform. “I’m going to have to write a ticket for indecent exposure son.” He pulled out his pad and scribbled some notes. I bent to pull up my shorts but before I had them up his voice commanded. “Don’t do that. Read this ticket first.” It read “Caught bare assed behind dumpster. Offence # _____. Officer Ron to proceed directly to punishment. Phone #___-___-____ for parole and follow-up.” “Now get out of those shorts and return to the position I found you in. That’s an order!” I was turned and bent in no time. He was softly talking into my ear and sending shivers down my spine. “I didn’t bring a condom, but you strike me as the kind of slut that doesn’t use them anyway.” And his massive raw cock drove into me like a pile driver. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, he just pounded away. Again, I heard him in my ear, “I don’t have time to drag out your punishment son. We’re both going to have to settle for a pump and dump.” He was breeding me as he said the last three words. “You have my name and number, when you come for your parole, we’ll take longer.” And he was gone. This had me so fuckin turned on and horny that I went to the cruising woods, staying until sunrise and collecting six more loads in my ass. Over the next 3 weeks I watched for him but didn’t see Dan at the bar. He finally appeared in his corner as I was getting fucked on the dance floor by a leather muscle stud. Dan and I held eye contact right up until my eyes rolled into the back of my head when the leather stud pushed in deep, held my hips and bred me with a groan anyone could hear over the music. When I looked to find Dan, he was gone. Another month went by before he was solitary in his corner of the bar once again. I wasn’t taking any chances of him leaving. I bought two beer and made my way to him. “What the fuck do you want?” he was angry. “Just to make a peace offering.” I handed him a pint. “Thanks, I guess.” He sneered these words. “Can we talk?” I enquired. “Ok. I have a question for you.” His tone wasn’t really softening. “Sure, anything.” I replied. “Did that guy fucking you on the dance floor breed you?” “Oh yeah, he sure did!” I was proud. “How did you know him? Before he barebacked you on the dance floor.” “I still don’t know him. He just danced up to me for a bit. After a snog he told me he wanted to fuck me. So, I just turned and dropped my jeans. He hoarked up some phlegm for lube and we were off to the races. It was funckin hot.” “I can’t believe you!” He yelled as he threw his beer in my face and ran off. I just peeled off my soaked shirt and went back to the dance floor. It would be six months before he returned again. I decided to leave him in his own small corner and give him a chance to come to me if he wanted. I hoped he wanted, he was in my mind the hottest man on the planet. A middle-aged bear started flirting with me. After our second beer I excused myself for a pee. The bear followed me. We peed together in the trough urinal eyeing each others hardening cocks and the melting ice. That is until the bear took me by the cock and led me into a stall. The door was broken off this particular toilet stall. I’m sure that’s why he chose it. I was quickly turned, bent over, and the bear’s hairy chops were munchin my manhole. He filled me with lots of spit and without a word slid his hairy cock into my eager hole. He was very thick so although only about 5 inches in length it filled me up. And he was gifted at the topping craft. Ten minutes in he turned me so I could suck on one of the cocks in the small crowd watching us. His raw cock never left my ass. I sucked with vigor and swallow three loads before I saw Dan through the dwindling audience. He held my eyes with his cold glassy stare. I didn’t relent and look away. About then the bear unloaded bellowing, “Breeding your ass slut.” Seven juicy blasts painted my guts. When he pulled out, he asked who’s next. A dad bod with a substantial paunch squeezed in behind me and didn’t last long. Dan held my gaze the entire time. When dad bod left there was just Dan and I in the bathroom. We continued to hold each other’s gaze. I was hoping he would come and take his turn. He didn’t, just stormed out.

With his first ABS experience under his belt, what will Dan do next? He has two known toxic men who can feed his need to be bred by poz guys. Did Rick create a monster by giving Dan his approval to visit the ABS? Only @mancocoknows. Thanks for keeping us readers aching for the installment!