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Back in the early 90's, before any real effective HIV medications, I was diagnosed with HIV. I was just 25. I thought for sure I wouldn't live to see 30..       I was scared, depressed, and terrified of anyone finding out about my diagnosis.

After getting my positive test result at the health department I made an appointment with my family doctor, a gay man himself. I was sitting in the examination room at his office, almost embarrassed to be there when he walked in. He shut the door, nodded, gave me a small smile and asked me to stand up. When I did he took a step or two toward me and hugged me and told me it would be alright. I cried and he kept holding me. I eventually composed myself and we talked about my prognosis and how he was very hopeful about medications coming down the pike. 

That hug was the best thing he could have done for me that day. I will never forget how much it meant and helped me.  Don't be afraid of being a human being when you break the news to this young man. It may be what he needs most.

22 hours ago, BootmanLA said:

I strongly second this. I had friends who had lived for years in Florida, but as they approached retirement age, they started looking at other options. For now they've ended up in Seattle, but they're considering relocating again eventually to a somewhat warmer climate.

As for why they left Florida they went through several hurricanes hitting close enough that they had damage to their property (they lived on a 26 acre ranch in central Florida). It's not just direct hit areas that have to worry about it; hurricanes can have gale-force winds spreading over hundreds of miles. Lose power to storms like that (which in their case also meant losing water, as they had a well) enough times and you start rethinking a region. Add in the incessant political lurches to the right, and it's fast becoming (outside of a handful of expensive cities) an intolerable place to live.

It's true that Florida doesn't have an income tax. But property taxes are steep, and in many places, the combined state and local sales tax rate can be 8%. Note that of that sales tax, 6% is levied by the state, which means the vast majority of the sales tax revenue goes into state, not local, hands. (By contrast, in Fulton County (Atlanta), the sales tax rate is 8.9%, but only 4% of that goes to the state, while the other 4.9% is in local hands to be spent on local priorities.)

And good luck getting your house insured that doesn't cost you an arm and a leg.

I thought I was the only one that thinks like that. 

I'm going to be in Chicago next month. May I ask which video stores you'd recommend? Haven't been to one in years and definitely would like to check them out.

I dated a guy for awhile who totally got off on watching me get fucked. One night he took me out to a couple of sex clubs and 18 guys fucked me and left a dozen loads behind. The bf then took me home and had me let loose as I rode him. Was a very messy but also a super hot night.

21 hours ago, Pozguyinchi said:

 

Haven't been to Chicago in years but am planning a few days there in a couple of months. What are the best vide stores/ABS's these days? 

I was probably 19 or 20 the first time I ever fisted someone, he was about 30.  I was always up for new things and he when asked I went for it. Was an odd experience because I was so afraid of hurting him somehow. The thing that made the biggest impression on me was feeling his heart beating so intensely..

I tried and tried and tried to get fisted for years. I was a pretty big slut in my teens and 20's and was getting fucked regularly but just could not cross that last barrier.

It finally happened when I was 35. I had met a couple at a sex club and would run into them every now and then. We had talked about me coming over sometime to pop my FF cherry and I agreed to one Friday night. One of the couple was small statured, maybe 5'6" to my 6'3". I remembered him opening the front door and welcoming me by shaking my hand. It was at that moment, when I realized how small his hands were that I thought to myself 'it's going to happen tonight'. 

And it did. Hurt a little but not like it had before on my many attempts and I bled a little which freaked me out a bit. But I finally had done it!

It was definitely more of a mental block for me rather than a physical one because I took my second fist about 24 hours later.  And he was a 6' +  guy like my self with proportionally sized hands. lol

Have fun, but also be aware and be careful. A friend was stabbed in the chest by a crazy guy I(crazy guy was gay too) n a local park. Thankfully he lived to tell the tale but now only has one nipple now due to his massive scar..

It gets even more confusing when they use discreet when they really mean discrete.

4 hours ago, evilalex said:

Please do. DM me.

I want o hear all the juicy details too. DM me please

Girth every time

Where do I line up for the cavity search?

You deserve better. It can be a pain to find a doctor you're comfortable with who isn't judging you or even just seeming to judge you. You are most likely less willing to be completely honest with your current one, no? Completely understandable but also one of the reasons you need to find one you can be honest with, one who is just as open and nonjudgemental back. I'm in the medical field and can say there are a lot of really great, nonjudgemental doctors out there, gay and straight alike. There are also a few duds that we all need to avoid as much as possible. Good luck on your search for a better doctor for you.

9 hours ago, pozboy said:

does getting spun help relax you to get dp'd?

It has with me.

Maybe, did you work at Union?

You look kind of familiar, did you ever live in Columbus?

On 9/1/2021 at 9:30 PM, ejaculaTe said:

You haven't lived until you've done laundry for a friend and the smell of Crisco pervades the laundry room. Silicone lube offered far less room for comments by and raised eyebrows of the building's other residents.

Try a non-Crisco brand like Safeway or Kroger brand. It's essentially the same greasy pig lube as Crisco but without the smell. Also I heard years ago that the Crisco smell is a patented thing that's added.

How many did you end up with?

On 7/19/2021 at 2:41 PM, TheHole said:

I’ve been intrigued by MisterBandB. Especially the listings that are clothing optional and have douching facilities provided.

I stayed in a small place in the South of France a couple of years ago. It was listed on both AirB&B and MisterB&B. The hosts were very good looking guys and most of the pics of the apartment on each site were identical. The pictures of the hosts, on the other hand, were very different. On the AirB&B site, the hosts were wearing sweaters and looked very wholesome and respectable. On the MisterB&B site, a lot less clothing was involved and the hosts looked a lot less respectable. I booked on the MisterB&B site. 

I'm planning to be in Detroit this weekend 7/9-11 with night at BZ Friday into Saturday. Any other suggestions for a hungry party bttm?

On 8/27/2016 at 9:18 PM, FelchingPisser said:

The Diplomat in Grand Rapids is still open.  It's very old, but I"ve heard that it is having a revival.  It was a home away from home for me in the 1990's.

 

Michigan also has a very active bookstore scene.

I'll be up in the Detroit are next month. Any suggestions for bookstores? With glory holes?

On 10/30/2020 at 3:15 PM, rawfuckingonly said:

 

Where are there GHs in CLE? Would make a trip up north worthwhile. BTW you sound hot af rawfuckingonly

Look for the cheaper ones on Olentangy River Rd. Two of the most popular ones are the Red Roof Inn near Ackerman Rd and the Varsity Inn near King Ave

Where are you located? I'm looking for a master gardener do a lot of planting and fertilizing.

I've heard the old hanky code originated in San Francisco during the Gold Rush days. There were so many men around but hardly any women so that when the guys wanted to dance hankies worn on the left side meant you lead, the traditional male role, while worn on the right meant you followed. That eventually morphed into the multiple color hankie Cole in the 1970's.