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I do the opposite by doing intensive cardio 4 or 5 times a week to improve my sexual performance and endurance. Sets me up for my overnight marathons with escorts which I enjoy.

The issue being discussed here is whether people agree or not, but the issue in the case is what the law is. This case was decided under ACT law which is not the same as Victorian law. I haven't researched the specifics of what the differences are but ACT law tends to be more progressive in some areas of law that have a social dimension such as what constitutes consent. NSW law, by contrast, at least until recently offered an absolute defence of having a belief that consent had been given. In general, laws on the subject are moving towards consent needing to be explicit and able to be withdrawn at any time. It can also be conditional, so for example in a male-female encounter consent to penetrative intercourse cannot assume both vaginal and anal intercourse had been consented to.
 
In the case in question, there is no debate that initial consent was granted, and it was for a legal sex work transaction, but as the judge ruled the consent was clearly conditional on payment. The escort did not retrospectively withdraw consent, it was ruled never to have existed. If the judge has erred in law, then no doubt the defendant's lawyers will take the case to an appeal. (There is also an issue on the initiation of the case, it wasn't one of the escort being allowed to sue the client, it was one of the police launching a criminal charge on the basis of the facts of the matter.)
 
I find the view that rape is horrific and this was not horrific so shouldn't be called rape to he somewhat disturbing. They remind me of the arguments that unless women fight and scratch and resist an attempted rape, then it's not really rape. It also seems to be part of a parallel argument that by putting up a shingle, a sex worker has consented to anything and everything so shouldn't complain.

Neither “stealthing” nor lying about one’s STD status occurred, non-payment did. It’s apples and oranges. One compromises your life, the other your wallet. He‘s guilty of crimes but rape isn’t one of them.

I think it's borderline. Obviously not forcible rape, but it is sex without consent. In some ways it's similar to "stealthing," where you take off a condom part way through sex. Yes, you agreed to have sex with a person, but only because they were agreed to wear a condom. Once that condom is taken off (deliberately) by the other person, that sex is no longer consensual. In the UK, Germany and Sweden stealthing is considered sexual assault. It's what Julian Assange was accused of doing to a sexual partner in Sweden.
 
I feel like this is similar. These escorts consented to sex under conditions pre-approved by both partners. If that partner had no intention of fulfilling his side of that agreement, isn't that sex no longer consensual? Or what if someone knowingly lies about their STD status in order to have sex with someone? I think it's more grey than we realize.

;)as a paid employee, I believe question 23(b) of the 2020 US Census can be legally modified by you to clarify his orientation

This is definitely a cultural thing. Americans generally have been indoctrinated with Madison Avenue advertising and the squeeky clean thing About personal hygiene. $$ Billions are spent for productS to disguise human scents. It’s basically unhealthy. All these anti-biotic products and perfumes are unhealthy in themselves. Too much cleaning destroys the bodies natural oils and protective bacteria. I say learn to appreciate what nature gave us, not Madison Ave.

This is definitely a cultural thing. Americans generally have been indoctrinated with Madison Avenue advertising and the squeeky clean thing About personal hygiene. $$ Billions are spent for productS to disguise human scents. It’s basically unhealthy. All these anti-biotic products and perfumes are unhealthy in themselves. Too much cleaning destroys the bodies natural oils and protective bacteria. I say learn to appreciate what nature gave us, not Madison Ave.

That’s the Amsterdam I remember. Went through there at least 60 times from 1986 t0 1998. Always had a blast. Never paid for it then, always on the house!

We have all been raised in a puritanical society that teaches us that sex is dirty and sinful. The further away from married heterosexual missionary position sex, the dirtier it is. Gay men have had to fight to overcome this conditioning so we are more open to things that more rigidly indoctrinated people might find disgusting.

We have all been raised in a puritanical society that teaches us that sex is dirty and sinful. The further away from married heterosexual missionary position sex, the dirtier it is. Gay men have had to fight to overcome this conditioning so we are more open to things that more rigidly indoctrinated people might find disgusting.

Communication both before, during and even after a date/session with an escort will lead to the most fulfilling experiences. Most secure and sensitive people react well to an open and honest dialogue and a meeting of the minds along with a meeting of the bodies with open lines of communication is an unparalleled adventure.

That’s the Amsterdam I remember. Went through there at least 60 times from 1986 t0 1998. Always had a blast. Never paid for it then, always on the house!

Well I just had a straight regular stop by an hour ago right after work and his stench was amazing. Sweaty and musty all over his uncut dick, balls, taint, his bushy pubes and ass. Still smell his scent all over my face as I lay here typing this lol. So yes I love it.

Break out the Ritz?

Perhaps you could switch it up and put that bladder urgency to more creative service?

I went to Amsterdam in the late 1990s to visit a friend who was finishing his MBA in Paris and was taking the train up to meet me. Before heading to the airport, i went on the aol gay chat room for Amsterdam and chatted up with a local who asked me where I was staying. We had a brief, but friendly chat and off i went to grab the car service to EWR. Once landing, I was a little groggy and checked into the Jolly Carlton Hotel and a few hours later, the phone rings and the hotel receptionist says, there is a Mr. XXX here to see you. He had the same name as my classmate so I presumed he was coming up to meet me. It turned out to be the Dutch guy who i chatted with online. He was lanky, blonde and gorgeous- turned out to be a Hugo Boss model. That type of guy today would definitely not be giving me the time of day today, unless I were paying him.... We had a sordid and delightful late afternoon romp in the hotel that broke the bed. He gave me great travel advice and was a great welcome to the city. That afternoon marked the first of many fun times with locals especially in the Thermas Day and Night saunas

Years ago I stayed at a gay guest house in FtL. While there I met a few other guests, including an Italian couple- Mauro and Paul. Paul was nice but Mauro was exactly the type of dark haired daddy 27 year old me drooled over. We all hit it off and I wound up playing with both of them (plus other guests, including one particular large group romp), always gravitating toward Mauro. I stayed in contact with them and a few years later planned on visiting them in Italy.
 
Right before leaving on the trip I slipped and hurt by elbow. The doctor didn't think it was broken but since I was traveling he suggested I wear a cast to protect it. So, I headed to Italy with my arm in a cast. Unknown to me, Mauro and Paul had broken up, so I stayed at Mauro's place, where we again played. During the weekend we went to Austria with another Italian and two American Air Force members (this was the Don't Ask, Don't Tell period) from a local base. We went out to dinner and the co-ed saunas, even me with a bag covering my casted arm.
 
One evening we went to a gay bar and I started flirting with a local. I didn't speak any language that he spoke and he didn't speak any English, but that didn't keep us from communicating that we were interested in each other. We wound up leaving the bar and spending the night in my room. He was very careful with my arm situation and we had a great time, with him leaving in the morning. Oh, those slutty younger years.

I think this was a situation where you had to be there and able to judge not just his words but the way he comported himself and his body language. Were they warm and interactive or cold and detached. Could you hold his gaze into your eyes. Maybe the 3 gin and tonics helped lol. I liked the bio detail of training to be a MMA fighter (whatever that is).

Yourr experience would make a good script for a porn flic.

I think this was a situation where you had to be there and able to judge not just his words but the way he comported himself and his body language. Were they warm and interactive or cold and detached. Could you hold his gaze into your eyes. Maybe the 3 gin and tonics helped lol. I liked the bio detail of training to be a MMA fighter (whatever that is).

Yourr experience would make a good script for a porn flic.

I have tended to shy away from hiring guys with heavy tattoos, the kind that would show even when in street clothes. It would inhibit my taking them to fancy hotels or restaurants (not that that is in prospect any time soon), Since I have a pretty conventional appearance for an older gentleman, a husky tattooed companion by my side would make me pretty uncomfortable. I‘m not the type who wants people staring at me. I certainly don’t have the makings of a celebrity who adores the limelight.

But hold the mustard. I hear it causes bum rash!

I could even supply my own buns. 2 of em?

I thought the hotdog pic was very witty. Who could resist a hot cock served up on a bun!?