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Just a casual thought- unless you are a very social butterfly, or already have a solid circle of friends where you might retire to- you might want to reconsider picking up and relocating. A vacation here or there for a week may be better suited once you have stopped working, versus a move. You already ought to have your favorite places to eat, shop, play , doctors and friends where you are currently. You know your way around, and know the culture. When you just abandon your established ties at any age is a challenge, but the younger you are the easier it is to hangout and make a whole new circle of contacts. Hanging out at a club and/or party till 4 AM is a LOT easier when you are 40, versus 65. And as much as gay men like to believe they are sensitive and open-minded, lets be honest- the pulse and focus is directed at the younger market in general. Are you in perfect health? Can you find reliable doctors who can get up to speed on you and your body, and any issues you have dealt with for 40 years? What perils and risks exist where you think you want to move {hint- real estate agents will not be bragging about mud slides, wildfire dangers, tornado risk, hurricanes or flooding as they show you around. And they might not be too upfront about infrastructure issues you never thought to ask about- like are the water pipes in the city lead based, or is there a huge issue with cast iron pipes decaying in the area, is the city you are looking to live in in fiscal distress and behind on essential services upkeep?) And remember something else- just because a place is a gay mecca today, and you would be walking distance to the popular bar{s} and coffee shops, in 5 years that might not be the case anymore- either the economy killed them; or the boys all moved to the next town away; cashing in for a huge profit on their property where you just settled in, scooping up depressed houses for next to nothing in the new hot spot and doing what we do best- breathing new life into a dead area. And as has been pointed out- what you think the cost of living will be may not even be close to reality. If you moved to Ft Lauderdale for example, in 2000, you could buy a decent house for a little over $100,000 and taxes would have been $700 or so. Now, quadruple that. And that doesn't touch on what others have pointed out- insurance rates have broken a lot of peoples bank accounts- to the point many are having to dump and run. This is not just a FL issue either- but every part of the globe has it's inherent surprise costs. And ,on a sad but realistic point- if you and a partner move here , and in a year the partner dies- do you think there is going to be the support in the new location that you may have had established in the old place?

Sure hope we start getting some more details of what else came of this weekend- we are just in the early hours of Saturday so far !

Sadly WhtHole encountered an issue on here with a chapter of one of his stories, and left the site some years ago angry and hurt. BUT most of the stories- he did write he did finish- actually most had an intertwined thread to the other stories or at least a character from other stories in them. If you search his profile name ( case sensitive) his writings go way back to like 2010 or so, and there were many stories he wrote for us.

Hey men- I failed 2 PSA tests earlier this year- not massive numbers- 7.8 and the one the urologist ran 3 months later was 7.02 , but when the urologist did the "doctors handshake" and felt the prostate, and based on the PSA going from mid 3's last year to 7, twice, this year, I was sent for an MRI, which indicated an ill defined lesion and a shadow. Within a couple weeks I was being seen by a surgical oncologist and 13 biopsy needles were drawn . Out of the 13, 5 had activity. (Gleason 3+4=7 for those who understand ) When I met with him for the results, he gave me the big C diagnosis, and advised me he could remove the prostate and the problem would be gone. I walked out numb, and very dumb about prostate issues. IF ANY OF YOU are newly diagnosed, I can whole heatedly recommend ONE YouTube channel- Dr Mark Scholz . This man and his partner discuss all things prostate in a very humble, straightforward and plain speak way. I even bought his book on Amazon ( used) When I had more info to work with, I decided surgery was the least favorable path, and met with a radiology oncologist, who not only was patient, but also understood I had done my homework and was able to speak about what he felt needed to be done based on my understanding the various methods. The "prostate grabber" surgeon was all about jumping in and cutting, no other pre planning. The radiation doc sent one of my biopsy samples out for mRNA testing, which came back at the top of the scale for probability of spread elsewhere. A psma PET scan of my body was next, to see if there were tumors elsewhere (thankfully, none) Now that we know what is, and is not going on, a plan is in place to treat this, and hopefully it will be gentle on my prostate and deadly to the cancer within, giving me a little hope for a sex life in a few months.

I tend to think of height /cock more along weight/cock. From the memory files of the men I have been able to do research on over the last 52 years, IF they were heavy to obese, without fail there was very little cock for supper. But the guys who were more on the lean muscle/tight abs quite often were above statistical average cock wise. Along the same process of examinations, I also have felt like taller guys seemed to be more on the average size, and short (not overweight) men showed more soft, and often hard. In my anal-litic mind, I figure it is like the concept of the old Contadina canned tomato ads of the 60's, where the guy was pounding 10 great tomatoes in an 8 tomato can. Taller or heavier guys have more cavity space for their internal organs, and so less gets squeezed out, as in long and pendulous cockmeat. The shorter, or especially tight and toned guys, are more compact but with just as many feet of intestine and organs to pack, and so the crowding is relieved a bit by extending the cock structure further out of the body. No matter how illogical this seems, it has always been my expectation of what will spring forth when I am hooking up with a stranger. Sometimes my hypothesis holds true and is validated. ( and other times, as long as the cock exceeds my hopes, who cares lol)

Not to beat this topic to keyboard dust, but if it is really a secret, how would the people you are trying to reach out to know,? You say you and your wife will know, but don't you already each know the others desires? So you still will have to do some sort of reaching out and expressing your interest, and maybe at some point explain what that tattoo means. So then he tells a few of his friends, and one of them who is DL goes home and mentions it to her.She posts it to her social media account in rage or shock or bemusement, but in a week, there is no secret left.

A lot of things are probably at play here, between costs, the organizers level of involvement, available venues, even the lack of the late Chuck Renslow guiding the planning and pulling in favors and politicians to help bring it all together. And, some may fall directly on the people IML was aimed at. A lot of the attendees went for the LEATHER part of IML in the past. And they would shop the market, go to the pagentry portions of the weekend, and generally be invested in the event. And some guys were just attending for a deeper pool of cocks- to be a cum dump for- and not for any part of the event. But that sort of added to the edginess of the leather subculture and became expected. I wonder if perhaps the newer shift that is happening, of less and less leather and more spandex Captain Marvel or other comic book/video game characters may be slowly eating away at the big leather events. Or it could be that dark void that was created by the AIDS epidemic thru the 80's and 90's impacting these events- a whole generation was decimated before the meds came along and began ebbing the death counts. As far as costs, some of it may be the IML committee's part. But having just traveled for the first time in 5 years, I can defend the IML folk- hotels or motels have all jacked their prices ; which makes sense when everyone was demanding a living wage for everyone- those costs have to be passed on- be it the hotel, the charter bus service, the wholesale foodservice company supplying food to the hotel. And I swear, fking Memphis has the rubber balls to charge a $2 a night "head" tax for each person in a rented hotel room, on top of a 14.75% tax!! All cities have decided visitors to their city are easy picking and just keep adding fees for coming to their city and spending money and creating jobs there. Perhaps there needs to be some sort of a apprenticeship set up for the younger guys who cannot swing the full cost of doing MAL, CLAW, IML. A mentorship of sorts, where someone who has achieved that level of income that they can afford a room and not have to go without eating for a month, could , with certain guidelines, offer to "adopt" someone for the weekend and introduce them to what IML was originally about- a gathering of like minded men sharing a weekend together, as one family.

Nothing is secret for long, unfortunately. Remember gay guys with the hanky code flying in their pocket of choice, but soon enough mainstream society of a certain age knew all the meanings. Or the keys hanging left or right. Or the pieced earlobe, which a lot of straight men copied but using the other side ear lobe, " to clarify they weren't gay" Bio hazard tats, pretty much well known. Point is, nothing stays hidden from other groups for very long. Including the wife. Perhaps the best way to signal your wants is simple eye contact and conversation. I hear it worked magically way back in the early days of gaydom, like 1970 or so.

Hey, I was in Berlin 7 years ago, and headed over to a Thursday ( naked) night at LAB_oratory. I was older than the bulk of the guys there, and in spite of all those years reinforcing my height by whacking low door frames and plumbing, I stripped down and headed in to the heart of the bar, and the play. I went in with the wonder and excitement of a child, and it paid off. I had a Dutch guy take an interest in me and he began lining guys up to fuck me or get sucked . I was having a blast, he was getting off on the dynamics, and other guys were drawn in by the energy we were putting out (or off) . When I needed a break, I thanked the Dutch man, and walked around more of the club. Just outside of the bathroom area, there was a ceiling light shining down, and in that beam of light was the most amazing guy- likely in his late 20's, the whole blond hair blue eyes, and a body built not in a gym but likely on a farm. And a huge cock, uncut. And not a single dumb fuck had the balls to say hi to him, or to even try to connect. Maybe I was still flying from the earlier play, or as a tourist in town for a week, I could care less if he took offense to me interacting with him. I walked up to his side,less threatening his space, and gently ran my hand over his abs and up to his PECS, then lightly stroked his nipple, which produced an immediate response from his cock. We played in the beam of light, as others stood staring or passing back and forth to see from a better angle. He had been ignored all night- a stud in every sense of the word, and when someone paid him some attention he opened up and let his passion and kink take over. Before it was over, I had sucked his cock, been fucked by it, and then he pushed me up on one of the warehouse storage racks and fisted my ass. On the other hand, last weekend I did a trip back to a city where I had lived and worked for 19 years, I lost a partner there, lost track of friends, and since it was 24 years ago when I moved, some friends had died. As I drove in from the airport, I was appalled how badly the city had neglected basic things like road maintenance or trash removal. Crime in the city today is multiple times worse than it ever was in the years I was there. The police reported they only had 3700 cars stolen so far this year ! I went to the leather gay bar my 1st evening, and the bartender was rude and while I was the only person at his bar, found it more important to bitch to another employee about what had not been done. I left after 1 beer. I went back 2 nights later, and the place was busy, but I know i was in a sullen mood and sad about not recognizing even 1 person there. The result was, no one made any effort to chat or interact with me. The long and short( OK, mostly long, I know lol) What you put out is how you will be responded to. Focus only on that pimple that decided to appear, and no one will see you, just it. Keep a bit of humor and levity in your aura, and it will attract others who want to enjoy that .

Hey guys, just reread this WhtHole4 story and thought you might like it too- so bumping it up to the front page

Sorry guys, I don't have a new piece of fiction for you, BUT please consider researching the dusty deep archives of great writing on here . The easiest way I have found is to scroll to the bottom of Page 1 of the Chem Sex Fiction, hit page 2, then in the url box you should see breeding.zone/forum/2 and some other extension. Just over type page 2 and plug in something like 40 or 50 and dive back into the early years of the site, and some really great stories. Fair warning, some stories then, just like today, begin and never get finished, but the stuff that is there is a whole "fresh" source of inspiration and masturbation

Dr Fauci did all he could in the 80's and 90's. But remember, being gay was not exactly an elevated position of mainstream respect in the US in those decades.The religious and the righteous viewed AIDS as "gods" revenge. And the fact gays and minorities tended to be the target population, inaction was politically correct. Until little Amanda and the married bank president started contracting it, then action began. Reagan did not act swiftly to get ahead of the AIDS/HIV virus (just as another recent President kept stumbling and fumble farting that there was no covid in the US in January, or in February only 1 person and the medical people had it under control. Meanwhile the virus WAS here, and was spreading,just as AIDS did in the 80's. Once the White House began acknowledging there was a problem, it was out of containment,in both cases. I tested poz in Jan of 1987, and refused to go on any meds; AZT was pretty much being mass fed to patients and it was killing them. Just this week, I was digging up annual PSA test results ( another story, ugg) and found labs from 1999 where my T cell count was 44, the viral was 84,000. And I was never sick or suffered from any opportunistic side effects of HIV all those years ( and at least 12 years of taking cock - I think the first year , 1987, I scaled back all play expecting the worse, when it didn't happen, I went back to living) The only thing I can think helped keep me healthy was I did not do any drugs,or smoke{anything} and might have a beer or three if out at the bar, but that wasn't a daily diet. As others have mentioned, in the 2000's as drug cocktails began showing up, I went on them and have been undetectable since. Fauci has not been able to eradicate the virus, but under his term at the helm, it has become a manageable condition, 1 pill a day. And covid has not been eliminated, but with something closer to herd immunity, there are not refrigerated trailers at the back door of hospitals with bodies stacked up in them. ( and statistically, those dying from covid issues today are the anti vaxxers, or folk with pre existing chronic morbidities. Viruses adapt and modify- they want to live just as much as humans . Only viruses are smarter than humans, and so they will continue to thrive. Hell, we all celebrated when mumps virus was declared exterminated in the late 90's. Until people stopped getting their kids vaxxed before congregating in school classrooms, and BAM! Mumps has re emerged, thanks to stupid human behavior.

I almost forgot to mention tonight's classic- an anon profile on NastyKinkPigs messaged me tonight from somewhere in Texas, a one line message saying something to the effect" Contact me slave am Master and will make you my slave text me at my address ( and then some Gmail acct)" OK, so other than the absurdity of an anon profile reaching out 990 miles to someone never before conversed with, when I looked at the profiles it showed him as bottom. So it went to NKP via the report button, but again, there will never be any reply back from them. That alone is one of the issues with so many of the sites- they want the member numbers, they really want memberships sold, but they do not want any rapport with their customers.

A4A became nothing but spam for me, and I dropped it a few years ago. I don't know if everyone else, or anyone else, has been constantly spammed on Sniffies by "verified profile" urging you to go to Sniffi {dot} com or to Redfet. I can report them as spam ( which takes a lot more effort than it ought to} but never any acknowledgement or visible action from Sniffies. At least a site like Squirt will give you premium membership or extend your membership 5 days if you report a spammer to them and they determine it was indeed spam, or at least a violation of their terms of service.