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When I kept that cumdump a few years ago, he always called me "Daddy" - still does, for that matter. But I never called him merely "boy", which, to me, seems de-humanizing in some way. I just called him by his name. Sometimes it would be a conjunction of two words, ending in "boy", but never just "boy". I didn't need to reinforce my power over him in that way.

Why would you want to diminish your record? Be PROUD it's a 6 !!!

All kinds of filthy talk can escape my mouth while rutting, but never anything that could be interpreted as demeaning. I much prefer to build a boy up to his potential, rather than consider him as something less than, and to me, the word "bitch" carries a demeaning connotation. I try never to reinforce anything that could be considered negative behavior. A bottom reveling in his Lusts for raw Cock up his gut, taking loads, one after another after another deserves reinforcement, maybe even praise, if the bottom is particularly craven. To me, language matters.

Turns out you're right. So, there's a tall hurricane fence with a banner on it describing what's taking place. There are shipping containers across the property, (N/S) from the closest to the back property line as possible to about 12, 15" south of the RR building. They have vertical portions of the walls removed, which will become floor-to-ceiling windows (apparently). Between the shipping containers and the RR building, there is space enough left to construct a two storey entry-hall, apparently all glass (I'm assuming there's a bit of artistic license involved). In front of this conglomeration is a parking area. The entire project appears to take up all of the empty lot in between RR and Decades, the used-furniture store on the corner. Currently, RR is back to it's old ways, in celebration of the storied years of business catering to some of the finest men on Earth. However, it's only the postlude to the final hurrah, which may take place in June. Went over for a beer, as I sometimes do before heading over to Slammer. Last night it was like the old nights of debauchery - I never did get to Slammer. So, all you guys that can, get over there for a couple of last nights: as someone once said: "everything changes at some point". The prelude to the Requiem is already wafting through the evening breezes. There are a lot of guys who bought homes in the area over the years, for exactly the same reason: proximity to RamRod. I just hope that not all of them ditch too. Housing prices have been through the roof around here, but the retrenchment has already begun. Not much selling above 5.50 K anymore, and most right around 5.

So did I ... oddly, there's a dearth of gh joints - old-fashioned ABS's - around here. Some of the guest houses have that staple of gaydom available, but plain old adult "libraries" are few and far between, and I'm not driving all the way to Miami to get to some decent ones. For those who are unaware: I(nterstate) 95, which is the main artery for vehicular traffic on the E coast of South Florida, has been renamed (with considerable reason) DIE 95. I don't know how much driver's licenses cost around here, but they must be really cheap .....

I'm with you on this one ... I'm not fucking a model in some magazine, or some guy on a videotape ... I'm fucking a guy that loves raw Cock rutting/Breeding his Hole - and that's all that matters. I see faces/bodies cruising around in the fuckjoints, but when it cums right down to it, I don't know or care in the darkrooms, with one caveat: I'm not swinging a porn-cock, and if the cheeks are so fat I can't even get to the Hole, welllllll ....

Great advice: The way I handle that is, I only head out to the fuckjoints on Fri and Sat nights (welllll, ocaaaaaasionally there's an exception), and by Wed or Thursday I'm what you might call sweaty-&-ready. But, there are too many other interests/activities in my life that I want to take part in, so I just tell him (my Cock) that he's just gonna have to wait until Friday night, and then he can have all he can handle. I like order in my life, in which no single thing begins to overtake everything else. Some might say I have a broomstick up my ass, and that's alright - talk is cheap - and I'm rather satisfied with the structure I impose on myself. A schedule works for me.

Well, I do use a vpn, so to check it out, I turned it off and signed on just like usual. You shouldn't have any problem .... and have an excellent, filthy time of it here in Ft. L. !!!

I would suggest that you refine your "search" parameters a bit. 1. Are you interested in the Leather/Bd/Sm life at all? It seems you might be interested in becoming your Top's cumdump (at his discretion, of course), but there isn't much information about you to digest. 2. It's great that you've realized your calling to service. There are many gradations of that life, however - and for accurate (or even semi-accurate) responses, we'd need to know a bit more about where you see yourself on that scale. If you're able, other than the rather broad scope of "service", can you define the parameters somewhat? That would be helpful to those who want to offer sound advice. In any case, congrats on knowing yourself, knowing where your life is leading, and taking proactive steps to fulfill your needs.

Not so much .... I just don't care for mosquito bites everywhere, and bug-spray just doesn't taste all that hot either. I'd rather hit the fuckjoints.

I guess I just liked other boys better - and once I got outta Dodge and went away to school, I found out why I liked boys best. I was such a (sexually) dumb kid .... but fortunately, that ended abruptly during my first few months away at school. If there really is such a thing as reincarnation, the boys wherever I wind up better start watching out early !!!

What was that stuff people were putting in cool-aid years ago? When "hippies" were cool? I remember they called it "tripping" .... LSD, maybe? To me, and ex-Chicagoan, that only meant Lake Shore Drive; the major arterial that goes from the far S side to the far N side, parallel to the lake.

Actually, I do remember 2018, and rather well. That said, I have never "voted with my wallet". Rather, I cast my vote based on the proposals put forth by the candidates. I was aware of the disparity of opportunity between the Caucasians and "the other" early on, and have done what I could in my own little way to at least not aggravate that situation, and, when possible, advance the cause Justice rather than the cause of selfishness. If there is no compassion for the less fortunate within us, then we are truly diminished, impaired in our humanness. Call me a "Bleeding Heart Liberal" if you'd like - I'll wear that moniker all day, every day.

That would make a really cool bumper-sticker. Maybe just the initials: E.T.T.D. ? That would encourage other folks to ask what it stands for, and an opportunity to explain.

RAMRODbar.com The monthly Pig Dance is usually well attended - some of the other featured nights are as well.

I wonder how much he cares (if at all). I'm sure the "grift-quotient" was in his mind before he even settled on peddling bibles.

Of course one is never "ready" when that time comes, but you can prepare for it. By all means get the arrangements (you probably already have, maybe some years ago), codified, put to paper, and early enough that neither guy is of "un-sound" mind. In our case, we had our attorney draw up an extensive outline of what was to be done, who gets what, who gets nothing, who gets to decide what to do with properties, etc. That documentation may need to be re-visited at some point, years from when it was created, and that's ok too (for instance, knowing my cousins a bit too well, I added a stipulation some years later that each cousin was to receive one dollar - thus proving that they were in my mind at the height of my intellectual powers) and at the approval or disapproval of my sister, who will inherit. Having everything done well in advance relieves us of having to deal with unhappy decisions when we're least inclined (or even able) to do so. Plus, each guy gets to reflect on what he'd like to have happen when that terrible time comes.

Are those ^ red? As in "flags? r/g color deficiency here ...

I'm sticking with Jake Nicola .... (grrrrrrrrrrrr)

Interesting issue, and some interesting replies. There are two possibilities afoot here, as I understand the issue. Number 1: the guy is a dick, and he's trying to intimidate guys he thinks he can. Number 2: the guy is trying to make ends meet, is behind on his bills, all of that, and trying to scrape together whatever he can to make ends meet - and also a dick. What to do? 1. Be sure to know what the ligit price is for whatever you drink. In the bars here, we order a drink, and pay when it's handed to us. Have the proper percentage (as determined by you, based on the actual price of the drink) of the tip ready, 2. If the bartender in question tries to charge you an overage, pay him only exactly what you owe him (plus whatever the standard tip is in your area), and let him know that tips/gratuities are determined by the customer, not by the server. Say it nicely - with the most vague smile you can conjure up - and stare him right in the eye while you say it. In other words, let him know - in a passive, non-confrontational way, that you're not going to play his game. Pick up your drink, turn on your heel, and move away. This will put the onus of pursuing the issue squarely on him, and if he makes trouble, that will also be on him. 3. By all means, let the owner know what happened, that it's not appreciated. The owner most likely already knows about the issue, since the bartender will have tried to pull this bullshit on other guys too, so no need to belabor the point: just let the owner know that you too are not pleased with the grift. Around here, it's even worse: the cash-registers automatically ask if you want to leave a tip when you pay, with 10%, 20% ready to click on !!! As you may guess - I don't tip employees who only put whatever it is in a bag and give it to me. The definition of a tip, a "gratuity", is an "appreciation of good service" - not a "street-tax". Good Luck !!

Really !!! The owner of that building must be nuts - letting such a politically-charged business get that far behind is asking for a default. Maybe he can ask the RNC to cover the unpaid rent ... maybe he can waste his breath asking other magaroid* folks for some dough too. *similar to another word beginning with "h", and usually plural ...

I've described my own experience in other threads, so I'll just summarize here: 1. Be sure that sex isn't the only interest you and he have in common. There needs to be common interests other than sex; activism, love of the arts, community affairs, reading, love of fast cars, sailing, exercise, pets, cooking, literature, almost anything that isn't focused on sex. The more in common (other than sex) the better. 2. Hopefully there will also be common values, such as awareness of the need to help the downtrodden, and mutual desire to "make it a better world", in whatever way seems best for both of you. 3. Always treat him fairly. Always be honest (except for surprise birthday presents, etc), even if you're tempted not to be. Keep the old saying in mind: "Putting him first keeps me first". 4. The above are a few things that are the "cement" that holds any pair of human beings together. In the case of gay men that also love wanton sex, try like hell never lie to him, and if you do, get it off your chest before he figures it out. If he's not ready to have an "open" relationship, give him the room he needs. I had just over 30 years of the most wonderful relationship I could imagine. We did almost everything together, supported each other in various endeavors, and I will miss him until I cash it in too. And, we were both total pigs - both together and separately - but that was always of secondary importance to our love for each other. There's only room for one "most important thing" in anyone's life, so make that one thing your love for your "other half", and the rest will follow of it's own accord. My best wishes to you both.

... NOT !! It seems that the Pillow Pimp has also run out of luck, just as his Lord and Master is running out of luck. News reporters filmed employee's being "excused" from the Pillow Pimp's factory in Minnesota, since the con-man-in-chief, Mike Lindell, is behind on his rent. Seems that a number of major retailers have refused to carry those pillows, given his lies, misappropriations, continuing political mischief, and more. Unfortunately, I never did get around to buying one of those pillows (to avoid nightmares), so I'm unable to comment on their usefulness. Word has it that Orange J. is furious, since all that orange hair-dye he uses just soaks into the pillows, and now he can't afford to keep buying new ones, and Mikie-boy can't just give him more. It seems that the RNC is really full of conmen, circus barkers, grifters, pickpockets, liars, thieves, all wrapped up in the Magavoid Mania. Sleep tight, all you piggies ..... 😁

Laughable outrage .... We all know that His Orange Corpulence needs the dough - and badly - but I didn't think even he could sink so low. The glittery gold gym shoes were bad enough - but - now he's peddling Bibles !!! One cent short of $60 per !!! The only real surprise (for me at least) is that these books haven't simply burst into flames of their own accord. Maybe he soaked the one he held up for the cameras in a bucket of water first .... The "upside down" event in DC some time ago was laughable - this time around, it's just pitiful.

Nothing good, as I see it. Unless you have a "Savior" complex (which almost never has the intended outcome), I'd avoid him completely. I've read and re-read your post, and see no reason whatsoever to maintain any sexual contact at all. If, in the future, you run across him in some "family-type" situation, and if he makes any kind of comment regarding your online contact, I would deny it, tell him he's mistaken, and move on to some other cousin. Chances are virtually nil that you can "save" him, particularly given the family connection. Look to your own emotional health. That's something you definitely can do. Just because you're 'shirt-tail" relatives doesn't mean you owe him your involvement. Concentrate on your own future, your own goals, what you want out of life. My best wishes to you, as you navigate this sorry situation. Ever the kind, gentle soul, aren'tcha? There aren't enough guys like you around, and too many like me ....