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Like I said, you're obviously a connoisseur. "not too warm" - Now that's interesting...having mentioned that I recall an ass being a bit cold, it makes me wonder how an ass can be appreciably hotter or colder than 98.6° inside. I could meet all those criteria (possibly aside from the thick thighs, depending on how thick 'thick' is) but I have no idea how I would regulate how hot my cunt is. I can tell you this, though, from having taken a 10" icicle before - that is not the way. Note to self: Pack the quick-read meat thermometer on your next hosting trip.

Do you mean that good ass feels a certain way versus bad ass, or just that ass feels really good? In either case, what does it feel like to you? I’ve fucked maybe a total of five asses before I gave it up totally, but I remember that among those five, one felt rubbery, one felt a little like sandpaper, and one felt hollow and empty and a little cold. For a man such as yourself, a connoisseur of ass, I imagine your experience has given you moments you could compare to another sensation. Tops have said I feel like warm, wet velvet. One said I felt like fucking a cloud. The ass you fuck must feel like something. Do they all feel the good the same way to you? The same amount of good?

Hoo, me? 🦉 I’m a cumdump. When do people mostly use cumdumps? Think it through.

@rawTOP is a developer in the process of constructing a large, connected, coordinated network of websites to host adult content, including porn, adult-oriented social media, and, as I understand it, hookup resources sophisticated and configurable enough to make BBRTS look like Manhunt. His vision is wide-ranging, planning services for generalized as well as specialized interests such as watersports. There’s a tremendous amount of ground to cover. Developing for the web in this day and age is a lot like trying to build a sand castle on a conveyor belt from the back of a galloping horse. Everything is constantly shifting and changing, and keeping everything working - especially when you’re building novel infrastructure - is a major challenge. RawTOP is also working with one arm being twisted behind his back as legislators on the Right keep popping up with proposed laws to try to force him to require unworkable (and unconstitutional) things like age verification) that would make it impossible to do business, and existing bad law like FOSTA/SESTA limiting what he can do. Another element he is trying to work around is escaping the controls if content moderators and the content censorship imposed by financial institutions, etc. This requires working with new forms of distributed interconnection, such as Nostr. There may be things that are unfamiliar or confusing, and there may be a learning curve for end users, but the Net is always changing. Add to all of this the fact that he recently had a health issue from which he is still recovering, and it becomes clear why we still see a work-in-progress. He is extraordinarily busy, and if he cannot find the time to stop and explain himself to everyone’s immediate satisfaction I think we must excuse him. I had the privilege of assisting him with a small aspect of his development last year, and was given an opportunity to peek behind the curtain, as it were. The potential is encouraging. If your activity causes you to stumble through a gap in the curtain and you get a glimpse of what’s happening in the construction zone, consider that a bonus. *Note that I am speaking from my own observations and not as a representative of @rawTOP or the S3X Network. I invite correction of any error or misrepresentation.

I will also add that, if your meds compliance is so outstanding that you miss one dose a year and this doctor is blaming your blip on you being lax with your medication, I would ditch her immediately as your physician on account of her gross incompetence. She obviously has no idea what is going on with your case or your body, and God only knows what she’s got written on your chart. But she’s plainly demonstrated that she is not competent to manage your care, and as your life is in the balance I would give her no further opportunity to fuck it up. In a place the size of Berlin I imagine there are a number of qualified professionals, and I’m sure your regular doctor can provide you a referral if they don’t take patients directly.

There is not going to be any significant difference if you take your meds within a three-hour variable window, unless you’re taking a med that must be taken timed around a meal. My first med, Atripla, was like that, and it was a majestic royal pain in the ass. No, your med is not going to work forever, and yes, no matter what you do you will have to change medication eventually. But that’s a good thing, because pharmaceutical companies are constantly working on better, more effective formulations with fewer side effects, and novel approaches. I have been on five different meds since I started, all but one of which has been an improvement over the one before. When my doctor says something better has come along, I’ll try that. In time, if you never ever changed, the Enemy Virus in your system would eventually adapt to the medication, develop resistance, and then it would be useless to you. Imagine that you never, ever changed any of your passwords - eventually some hacker is going to crack them, and you’ll be screwed. You change meds partly for the same reason you change passwords. As to your lifestyle: On this site we primarily discuss a sexually active (if not promiscuous) lifestyle that advocates unprotected intercourse. That lifestyle carries certain inherent health risks that can be reduced, but cannot be eliminated, and some of those unavoidable risks carry potentially serious consequences. Many of us consider the rewards of this lifestyle to be great enough that they are worth even a grave consequence. There is no great reward without great risk. Only you (and not your doctor) can decide whether the value of what the lifestyle would bring you would be worth the potentially serious consequence, and only you can weigh the degree of that risk and decide whether it is tolerable for you. Yes, I got HIV and as a result AIDS very nearly claimed my life. I have to live with the disease now for the rest of my days, and that sucks seriously. But - I am also a veteran of a 34-load gangbang, multiple 20+ load weekends, and have been cunted by now nearly 1,100 men by my count. And so very much more. My sexual life has been colorful and adventurous, and I have lived it. I will at least have little to regret that I did not try.

The first question I would ask you is, are you taking your medication as prescribed, regularly, without missing doses? Or are you being lax about it? You ask us if you’re downplaying HIV, but your actions will tell us more than your words. If you are taking your medication as prescribed, without fail, find another doctor. This one is being irrational. On the other hand, if you were being totally irresponsible and non-compliant taking your meds - in other words, downplaying HIV - then pay attention to her. She may be exaggerating the risks a bit, but she may be doing so in an attempt to startle you into compliance, since plain information hasn’t gotten through to you. I am extremely meds-compliant. I have missed exactly two daily doses of ART in the nine years since I started. When I called for my most recent refill and mentioned this to the pharmacist, she said, “Wow, we need to introduce you to some of our other patients.” And in spite of that, I get blips in my viral load count. It just happens, for various reasons. Regardless, your doctor is not wrong that you could get reinfected with a meds-resistant strain of HIV, but this is true regardless of your meds adherence. If the strain of HIV resistant to your ART, it’s going to bypass it whether you’re taking it or not, and the meds won’t be a barrier. The reason you’re at risk for it is that you fuck bare, and you fuck people of unknown status. It’s also why you’re at risk for STDs like syphilis. This doctor sounds as though her belief standard is that prevention trumps all risk, and she would rather see you curtail your sexual choice - or not fuck at all - to ensure that you remain disease-free on her watch. She fails to understand that your body belongs to you, not her, and you alone decide what risks you are willing to take with it. She does not sound very sex-positive, nor understanding of gay lifestyles, and you might be better served by a gay doctor who understands you better. Many members here attest to having such physicians. If you elect to keep this doctor, I suggest you do two things: 1) Take your damn meds. Every. Single. Day. No excuses. Do whatever it takes to make sure you get that pill in you every day without fail. 2) Tell the doctor, politely, something to the effect of: Thank you for your earnest advice. I appreciate your concern for my well-being. I have listened very carefully, and understand the risks to me as you have explained them, and there will be no need to repeat it. I will conduct my life in a way that seems best to me, and continue to count on your care, whatever may happen.

This is insightful, and I think likely correct. A movement to promote respectful conduct has instead become a source of condemnation and shaming to the point that people are now afraid to act upon natural attraction. I’ve noticed of late increasingly that what would once have simply been observed as a man’s attraction to a woman is now seen as ‘creepy’ - that is, any attraction not specifically wanted is therefore creepy and wrong. I’m just hoping I’m dead before civilization becomes unrecognizable.

A friend of mine recently told me, “Our generation (GenX) is the last generation capable of entertaining themselves.” She was speaking in the context of reading books and other activities that require long investments of attention and more cognitive or physical effort, but she may be right. What happens if suddenly there were no electricity? I know my GenZ kids would find things to do because we live in a more rural area and we emphasized other things, but I can see many having a significant problem. Something that underscores this is the increasing frequency of times when I’ll get a hit on one of the apps saying, ‘wyd’, and I tell them what I’m doing, then ask ‘How about you?” And they reply, “Bored.” So they’ve lost the skills to stimulate themselves offline, and now they’re growing so oversaturated and desensitized to what they find online that nothing online stimulates them either. When one watches pornography, many find that it takes increasingly extreme depictions to elicit the same level of titillation, just like drug use, until at last there’s nothing available with the power to move them, and the dull hunger becomes impossible to relieve. I fear a gradual increase of anxiety, impulsiveness, and even violence over time as humanity’s addiction to online content becomes unmanageable.

Again, though, everything you describe is a function of the internet culture. You enjoy flirting with actual people you happen to meet, but when it comes to looking, you’re talking about who you are and aren’t interested in in terms of profiles - hot, fake egocentric, egomaniacal would-be porn starlets and influencers? Those are online avatars, not real human beings. Of course you don’t like them. They’re not even fuckable.

Three events, I think, were pivotal in setting the trajectory that brought me to where I am now: 1) In my first years in college, I had no idea there was a gay world, and knew nothing about male-on-male sex save that somehow people did it. I only had a strange, pressing curiosity that for some reason was so string that it overcame my stick-up-the-ass straight-arrow reservations and led me to my first-ever visit to an adult bookstore, where I purchased my first gay porn DVD. This was in 1987. The film was William Higgins’ Hot Rods, with one of the most notorious scenes in the history of all-male action: the Lazy Susan Six-Way. I was changed forever. I still have a copy of the restored version on DVD. 2) Many years later, after the end if my marriage and after I had begun experimenting with some standard same-sex experiences, I met a man in Louisville who, for the first time, began to objectify me, and Dominate me. Ultimately he would take me to a leather bar and jack me off in front of a group of onlookers, take me to the private residence of friends and perform sexual acts on me as they watched (and videoed), and finally required me to take his friend who he called over to fuck me. He introduced me to my role as a submissive male. I do not remember his name. He had a schnauzer named Pete. 3) In 2010, after I had been immersed in the BDSM world for a few years, I received a reply to my profile on Recon, and was surprised to see that the Dominant lived not far from me, even in this remote locale. He wanted a scene in which he would cut off all my clothes. That meeting would introduce me to my Master, an experimental Sadist who would own me for the next six years, possess a Deed to my body and my sex, and conduct an elaborate series of experiments focused on Pavlovian conditioning with the goal of determining whether he could make a permanent change to intensify my perception of my role as a make sexual submissive. He fully succeeded. Had any of these three events not occurred, I believe my mind would not be shaped as it now is, in the unshakable conviction that my value as a sexual being lies only in my utility as an object for men to satisfy their appetites, and that I have a positive obligation to make my body available to them for that use. The rational part of my mind may argue that that there are reasons to believe that may not be so, but the fact remains that the influence of those three factors has been strong enough to completely subdue reason in favor of belief. Because of them, I do not need reason to tell me what I am - I know what I am.

Go back over what you wrote: • You can find porn anywhere (because it’s online) • Nobody seems to care about meeting people (they interact virtually online) • They expect you to respond instantly (they get instant gratification online) • They immediately start searching for next (the online market never closes, is n their pocket, and searching is simple) • Instagram, Twitter (people are living through electronic avatars of themselves that we call profiles) • Many of them have OnlyFans (Do-it-yourself pornstars, made possible by the internet. Why just have sex when you could also be making (usually very little) money on it?) It’s the internet. Everything you mentioned points back to the way the internet has changed the way people interact. Sex isn’t easy. Hooking up requires an investment of time and energy, and it isn’t an even playing field - some people have inherent advantages and disadvantages, and trying to compete is relatively difficult and complicated, for most people. Online seems to make everything easier, less harsh, less demanding, less personal. So I don’t think it’s that millennials are any less sexy than anyone else, they have just emerged into a world in which humanity has been trapped in an electronic fishbowl of its own design, and now they can only swim in small, unsatisfying circles.

It depends on the society, but in general, the preponderance of the people living in it at the time. That is why many laws have as their test whether they would meet the standards of a reasonable person in the contemporary context. Someone always does decide, because these questions must be settled in order for society to function when there are two contradictory standards. One standard held by some may say that sex with boys under age 16 is fine and good. Another standard says the opposite. Both cannot be accepted, because it would lead to irreconcilable conflict, and potentially violence. Therefore, societies choose, in the main, the latter. Who makes this choice? In the end, the majority of the people who have to live under the rule of behavior. This is true of all values at the societal level. Individuals may have different views of value and morality, but the individual’s beliefs do not necessarily trump those of the society in which he is a member. Americans in particular are overfond of the notion that the individual is paramount, and that the rights and choices of an individual must always prevail. But this is not only not so, it cannot be so; there are currently over 330 million individuals, many of whom want the exact same thing at the same time, for themselves, and it is not possible. We concede our individual priority in all manner of things, every day. I am not saying that a man may not stand on the street and claim to be Jesus, nor that a man may not decry the fact that he is not permitted to bugger six-year-old boys. What I am saying is that his freedom is to choose what he will say - but that his choice may not be accepted when he says it. It is incumbent upon him to use his knowledge, wisdom and discretion in the exercise of his freedom within the proper context for the place, time, and society in which he lives. If he fails to do so, then he may experience adverse consequences, not because he spoke, but because what he chose to express causes his fellows to find it necessary to prevent him from taking an action he seems likely to take, in order to protect him from being a danger to himself or others. The society, once it has determined that paedophilia is unacceptable, cannot afford to sit idly by when a man speaks of his desire to act on it; if they wait until he has actually acted, it will be too late to safeguard their interest. The man who believes himself Christ Reborn is very likely alone in that opinion, and thus in the view of most everyone around him, suffering from a malady affecting his mind. A developed society should not leave its members who are ill and in need of help to wander the streets, but should take action to see to their care. Indeed, it might properly be argued that this man is not even exercising a free speech right at all, if the speech coming from his mouth is being generated by a mind unable to make sound choices about what to say. If he were instead speaking gibberish, would we simply say, “It is his right to stand there and speak so”? No. We would take him away to the hospital.

Goggles. Suuuuuuuure. In her book Enough, about her tenure as a Trump aide in the White House, Cassidy Hutchinson writes about how he refused to wear a mask during the pandemic because they got “covered in bronzer”. So we ask, if she says this was so, and he says it was not, who do we believe? The man who told a documented 30,573 lies in four years in office? I think not. Indeed, I think nothing that comes out of his mouth should be trusted ever again, including his last breath. Someone is going to have to make sure he’s dead, lest they accidentally bury him alive.