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If I was looking for a "15-minute option" I'd be grabbing some Vaseline and typing in spankwire. For me, that ain't the point at all.

I'm probably not quite "experienced" enough to have a truly informed opinion on these matters. But I've never let a lack of facts or experience get in the way of shooting off my mouth, so ... Seems to me that there's a complicated dynamic at work here. I'm visiting an SP because there's something I need. It's not just the "rumpy-pumpy" -- it's a human connection. Most of the encounters I've had with SPs have been, overall, disappointing. Either blatant clockwatching, the feeling that there's a 'script' that I need to follow, the lack of interest in any parts of me beyond "little Contra", or just some plain weirdness set me off. There have been exceptions. I'm currently experiencing one of those exceptions, happily -- an opportunity to explore some of the aspects of my sexual life which have been neglected or which I'd never thought would be more than a fantasy. I think it's possible for two people to engage in a quite human relationship that also involves sexual play, as well as the exchange of money. To find some clumsy analogies: I go to a counselor, I pay; I get my car serviced, I pay; I get my teeth cleaned, I pay. While I pay for these services, I also want to have some form of human connection with the service provider. I don't want to be BFFs with my dentist, and wouldn't with my counselor for sure. But it's so much more pleasant to find a service provider you like as a person and who seems to like you as a person. Does that mean I'm "going steady?" or "Exclusive?" Maybe at some points it does or it will. Maybe not. Maybe the need I feel for this will decline, period. And maybe I'm comfortable enough with the arrangement that I have no need to go elsewhere at the moment. Don't know where this advances the discussion, if at all, but at least it's out of my head and somewhere else.

From: http://gawker.com/5949295/strip-club-mishap-lands-bachelor-party-honoree-in-hospital-with-ruptured-bladder SUIT: PHILLY DANCER'S POLE ACT INJURES GROOM-TO-BE PHILADELPHIA (AP) -- A lawsuit says that a bachelor party mishap at a Philadelphia strip club landed the groom-to-be in a hospital with a ruptured bladder. The Philadelphia Daily News reported Friday ( http://HTTP://-------/QO69BU ) that Patrick Gallagher had been invited to lie on the stage at the Penthouse Club as a dancer slid down a pole. The lawsuit filed last week in state court alleges the woman landed with such force on Gallagher's abdomen that his bladder ruptured. Gallagher, of Lansdale, needed surgery after sustaining the injury in November 2010. The lawsuit accuses the club of negligence and seeks at least $50,000 for medical costs, pain, humiliation and mental anguish. The Daily News was unable to reach the club's owner for comment. The Associated Press could not reach a club representative Friday morning.

In honor of Lee Richards: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2Rjti-yGng

I was JOKING people. JOOOOOKING!

http://www.wimp.com/eatingcheerios/

Or in the case of Krusty the clown, 3 magic spots. HEY HEY!!!!!

If I had the impression that my partner in an encounter wasn't turned on, it would drastically reduce my enjoyment. This is obviously not a "love affair", but a bored, uninvolved partner would feel exploitive or even assaultive to me.

People who spend money on signs for their business and don't bother to have them proofread. The #1 offender: 's when it should be just s. The #2: restaurants that offer "Ceasar Salad". "CAESAR", goddammit! I really need to get out more.

I have zero problem with the 5 post, 5 day rule. I think it does two things - keeps the shills away and encourages people to begin to be part of a community. This thread reminds me of . Patience, people.

Standing kiss, both naked to the waist, two pairs of nipples touching. Runnersup: Finger up my ass while I'm being jerked off Being fucked with a strapon by a beautiful woman The feeling of my pelvis touching her buttocks while she lies on her stomach and I take her from behind Better stop now before I need my inhaler!

I've got the goatee thing with mustache, and I have no complaints. (au contraire!)

One of my favorite songs is "Fifty Dollar Love Affair" by Joe Jackson. Obviously, there are songs like "Private Dancer" by Tina Turner, but I'm wondering if people have other songs about this world that they like?

Turkish divers "rescue" blow-up sex doll from sea (Reuters) - Turkish rescue workers retrieved an inflatable sex doll from the Black Sea after police were notified by panicked residents who mistook it for a woman's body floating offshore, Milliyet newspaper reported on Sunday. Police cordoned off a wide stretch of beach in northern Samsun province and sent a team of divers into the water to rescue what appeared to be a drowning woman, it said. The team quickly discovered it was in fact a blow-up doll, which they deflated before throwing in the garbage, the daily said. It was not clear where the blow-up doll had came from. The Black Sea is a key tourism destination for Turks and also sees busy international maritime shipping traffic.

Having a colleague bring in homemade cookies that crumble too easily. AAAAAGH.

I demand your immediate expulsion! :-)

Cristy: I rest my case.

I'm not a fan of the really "girly" dogs, and I think it's gotta be difficult to have a really big dog like a Great Dane because of their limited lifespan. Hard enough to lose a companion after 15 or 17 years, let alone every 5 or 6.

I think a fedora is cool, as long as you can "carry it." And only you'll know that. As to what to wear on "social" occasions? I think you should wear what you wear to feel comfortable, within reason. I can't imagine putting on a suit if I were going to see someone, cause I only wear suits when I have to. My feeling is it's more important for you to be neat and clean rather than trying to put on a "costume." I guess I'd make an exception if you were seeing someone and you had some fantasy you wanted to work out. If you were going to be a "businessman" being dominated or something, then you'd want to dress the part.

Seems to me, reading this thread -- wow, 6 pages! -- that my conclusion is: it's a job if you perceive it that way. And that goes for the good perceptions of a "job" and the bad ones. "Oh, I have to go to my job now. :-(" vs. "I love my job! :-)" We all bring attitudes to the work we do. As SPs, your work is rather ... unique. Several years ago, I had an experience with someone that turned me off the whole thing for a looong time. That's changed. If you value what you do and enjoy what you do, why let some anonymous idiot challenge it? If you are only doing what you do because you're "lazy" and you don't really enjoy it... time for a change, I think.

But here are my thoughts. 1. I like candles. 2. Not a giant fan of scent, other than something smelling 'clean'. 3. Bedding -- clean, obviously. neutral colors are good, solid colors are good. 4. I don't necessarily want to drink booze when I'm somewhere. Water is great -- a cold Brita filter in the fridge would go a long way for me. 5. I try to brush my teeth, etc. before I come, but mouthwash might be worth having on hand. 6. I love having some sort of music -- not necessarily my preferences, but something that's mood-enhancing (Megadeth, Kenny G, Madonna = nonos in my book). Know what would be really cool? If you have regulars, ask them waht music they like, and make a playlist for your iPod or whatever! I would love that! 7. Clean wastebaskets and the like are generally expected, in my book.

Hmmm. That's a good question. I figure I'd say something to my friends like "I found the coolest photo gallery on line, documenting the history of lesbians in the US over the last 150 years. Wanna see it?"

Kind of remarkable gallery of photos of women who love women here (PS: This is not erotica). Documentation of gay and lesbian history is minimal, so projects like this person's are important. My fave? "Dyke Lumber Company" from the 1920s.

I can't accept the predestination stuff. We're animals, just like dogs or cats or whales. We follow our needs and desires, we live, then we die. No great plan, no architect.