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This may be a silly question, but ....... If a guy lives in State A, but has a vpn saying he lives in State B (where there are no "blockers"), will the "blockers" (or whatever they're called) know the difference?

Chicago was home to the Bijou Theatre, which was on Wells St, down in Old Town. In the same block was a bar called the Glory Hole, and another dance-bar, the name of which can't quite remember. The Bijou was reportedly owned/operated by the Cleveland Outfit*, and the manager was gunned down in a little gravel parking lot a few doors south of the theatre. That was (apparently) when ownership passed to someone in the Chicago Outfit, and an expansion into the second floor was executed. There had been two very small restrooms (one ladies, one men's) but no female had been in that dump for ages. Both had two stalls, with g/h in each partition. In the men's room, there was a stand-up urinal directly in front of one of the stalls (it had "french doors"!!!), each of which couldn't have been more than 1.5 feet wide. Thus, guys could go into the "men's" room, turn around and take one step to the side, and take a leak standing up. Of course, there was no way to fasten the "french doors" shut, and guys sitting on the john behind the french doors would try to peek out, and if they saw a hard cock just beyond the door, they'd suck it off. Now. I've always had a streak of altruism running up my back, so one fine winters day, I wore a particularly appropriate parka (with deep inside pockets) and with the 3-inch hole-saw attachment attached, and, a scrap of sandpaper, went down to the Bijou on a little "mission of mercy". Some guy was flashing his cock a couple of seats away, so I figured he might be my "mark', went down the aisle to the fuck area immediately behind the theatre part, to the space where the johns were. Went into the men's room, (farther back into the storefront), and into the crapper just opposite that stand-up urinal. Got the drill out and ready, and waited maybe all of 5 seconds. Heard nothing, so began sloooowly & quietly drilling a gloryhole in one of the french doors just opposite where a cock would be taking a piss. I did have to pause several times, when I heard footsteps - but it was short work to drill out 3" hole. Had a scrap of sandpaper with me, so was able to at least get the slivers removed, and presto - a hard cock suddenly appeared. Sucking cock isn't my very favorite, but I don't mind doing it - so the Improvement Contractor of the Bijou Theatre was also the first guy that sucked off a cock in that particular gloryhole. *aka the "Mob". I don't know if that moniker applied elsewhere, but one seldom heard others refer to "the mob" - it was known as "the outfit".

To the OP, the terminology is unfortunate in the post, since it immediately summons forth one memories of the worst humanitarian disaster in recorded history. But, the parallels with current events in the US are unmistakable. It's hardly a secret that "all the president's men" are in process of exponentially enlarging their ability to crush dissent, and do their best to imitate the horrors of the previous century. Of secondary interest is that these paramilitary dullards supposedly "need" places to live. They don't. Ice agents live in their own homes. When a "unit" of these "icicles" is sent to X location to perform their indignities, there is often a "unit" of ice people in the area the agents work from. Think of these people as an adjunct National Guard type of structure. Thus, the building of (potential) concentration camps is only tangentially related to where extant ice facilities - at least at present - are located.

So am I. I think highly of your (blackrobe) input, and it pains me if offering my viewpoints managed to do that.

The question that leaps to my mind is, were you raised in some particularly strict, repressive religious environment? That can really mess up a kid's mind, and stick around for years if it's not dealt with.

Nope. It's no one's "fault" that I am who/what I am. It's my choice, and no one forced it upon me.

Well, as far as I can see this issue, might just as well shove a stick of margarine (do not waste butter) up some guy's breedhole. If the Top doesn't pump his load up the bottom's hole, then both guys got cheated of of a real fuck.

That's an interesting observation; why do you think that's the case?

pardon my ignorance, but ..... what does that mean?

You'll get no quarrel with me on this one. Thanks for voicing your perspective. I've often mentioned that unless one has Native American blood in their veins, and thus is an actual "Native American" or decendant, we're all immigrants, or the descendants of immigrants.

Pure poetry .... well done.

and a pair of really dark sunglasses .....