Riobard

Plagiarized cartoons dropped by uncreative self-debasing bullies override any feelings I might have but abject pity.

I connected with a guy in prep for travel and get this msg along with sexy pics. Like, lordy, really appealing photos a 3rd party attested as real. Sounds hotter in Spanish, but WTF?! Ideas on meaning or what our respective roles are?

Well, I tried, in another recent thread. See for yourself. Am I actually so poor at forecasting 'cloudy with a solid chance of raining meangirl meatheads with their meatballs tied in a knot' ?! I think not. After later gathering my Santo Domingo impressions, my sense is I should stick to my guns in relation to the terms and methods of contributing here. I'm sure you get it.

I find it can be occasionally glitchy on- or off-line. Actually, once it would not work in text mode but I printed the words and it functioned in camera mode.

4th from left is welcome to use a funnel and tube to quench me.

Now don't you have some non-pay hottie waiting on you?

So you didn't quite like my contribution to someone's thread, took the time out to ask me some questions and add a little vague info that has been provided on the forum already time and time again, mocked my attempt to satisfy your inquiry, expected I'd just lie back submissively as you smugly squeezed out a deuce on my face, disavowed any tendency whatsoever to get riled because you can apparently roll with anything, and then again have the audacity - the grandiose gall - to snottily describe my character offensively when that is the hallmark of someone being himself offended. And you're NOT weird? I do know you, from your words here ... do not worry that you need to shape my understanding of you. You are easy to read.

Do you want to continue, Rob, with someone on the sidelines still down in the muck here indulging in his narcissistic rage? I cannot completely tease out your intent. If you are well-integrated in the scene there, as I believe you are, I am not sure where you are going with this. This is playing out consistently with my reluctance to report, other than in PM mode, as I stated a few weeks ago. A few readers commented a few ways on about that being witholding or unfortunate. So, guys, now you know. Whoever does not now grasp the sick dynamics that can unfold on this forum, and its impact, are not worth my time. I think you are a tolerable, jovial, and harmless tease, perhaps, Rob, but no way near a sick stalker. I had wanted to confirm my impressions or suspicions of a certain grandiose personality, based on repeated patterns of commentary aimed at gratuitous provocation, but now I think I inadvertently triggered some real emojional damage. Therefore, nobody will be able to freely engage with me without the spectre of a sad troll and said troll's minions hovering over the content. I realize that this can occur on an anonymous board such as BT. That is a tradeoff we all endure. I do contribute to other more personal social media regarding my travels. It is no skin off my ass if I report sexlessly in places where sickos can be summarily shut down. Not that they seem to be evident there. Folks here can live and survive with the content that currently exists related to places I visit and on which my life does not depend on sharing impressions. So, Rob, take a stab at answering my question if you like. I thought I had covered the bases as well as possible. Maybe you felt personally offended that I implied Mérida was not the perfect cat's meow of gratification for everyone that follows info here. You wanted some very detailed specifics. Freely tell us more specifically your experiences in Mérida. Have you actually shared a story other than quipping with a buddy about the intersection of dates you might have there? How about you step up to the plate. I had overall a few hours. You live there.

Commercial Sex Worker. Yeah, I half-committedly explored the usual suspect venues. Had many Grindr offers responding to my 'generous old fart ad', reached out to a few non-CSWs with props. Sometimes got a gracias but no opening. Otherwise, tappers not my types. They seemed to be seeking validation that they fit my strict bill. A few photos evidently fraudulent and inconsistent with pics I requested after my attention obtained. I spotted a few older gringos that dressed and tatted like 20 year old skaters accompanied by young twinks that dressed like their grandpapis. Few ... sure that is not the norm Circumstances, duration, other priorities likely cock-blocked some. And the inner circle, well, not sure it's my thing even if admitted. Curious though. And I pay very very very well if I get fixated. My memorable bar story is a stripper, not the newer venue, average-ish but standing out among the basic high school assembly nerdy looking trade balancing on a square-ft apiece of drinks bar. No VIP curtaining a strip of linoleum. We sort of set a date for following his late show. The fee was gringo-based high end. I was ambivalent. I tested his mettle by offering him drinks and some modest cash (by my standards, not local) to sit and play mild footsies for a half hour. What else did he have to do? Patrons mostly kids who likely blew their week's earnings on entrada. He agreed but spent 20 draggy unpaid non-seductive minutes texting me back and forth about how there were umpteen reasons why I should give him this sit-with-me tip upfront. Epic fail. No fuckin' way I wasn't going to ghost him. He got nothin' ... txted me for a few days with sweaty gym pics and his coordinates. Even if he were to be safe, I lack respect for pathetic business models. Big head: 1 .... little head: 0 I had had one of the hot October guest strippers for a song in Europe a little while back. The important thing is readers here get the gist of the scene and the naturally occurring variants of experience. Will the playbook fit preferences, fluency, status, experience, etc? That is the rub ('n tug, or not).

I had an impromptu overnight at a colonial district lodgings in Santo Domingo, where the local mantra is SuckerComingAveMaria, it is an art form worthy of The Louvre or a National Convention, and the general and usually manageable Test of the Übervilles is elevated to an entirely new plane. I needed to come home briefly slightly altered timeframe between trips, that is, my upcoming longer stay back south. Had a fast direct flight out of SD. The event was the transit to Las Américas. It would be highly unlikely in Mérida where the locals are also poor but more adaptive to the paltry driver earnings, and will not make the deferential sign of the cross passing a church minutes after slitting your throat. I jest ... no throat slicers exist in Mérida. Well, just the Sat nite pitbull rings. I had shared a cab coming in. Perhaps I should have just crashed in Boca Chica. Due to the shenanigans I had to rush more quickly and almost incurred a far worse loss than the few bucks differential between the accurate fare and the flat rate cash offers. I set down a pair of 4-figure value specs at the gates cluster somewhere and only found them in desperation minutes before boarding. I suggest not taking Über in a zone where plentiful taxi drivers are begging for fares.

I just retrieved at my house my little walking guide for 4 churches and the cemetery west of them. SFA and Conc are mislabelled each other by the publication. You can mosey along this area commencing Sé or the intersection Paulista & Concolaçao west of the cemetery which is north side of Conc. You may have already discovered all this. Tap the image to enlarge. It is blurrier at the top which is less relevant.

Shot these at Mérida's San Ildefonso Cathedral and one of the Mayan archeol sites (a notable ground-level cenote)

That is one of the handful of places I also took a greater shine to.

Aha, So you do run out of steam. It's a relief, toots, that you are not entirely and perpetually full of yourself. In my personal experience, however, bullies recharge pretty quickly following their degenerating to low blows then fizzling out. I expect we'll meet again. C U Next Time.

This kind of article is what partially prompted me and co-traveller kin to visit for a month recently. Though I already knew to expect some tarnish and don't have sycophant leanings, having done extensive research and eyes wide open. The NYT piece is glossy but unbalanced. You know those lip-service negatives buried within the hyperbole? They are considerably more pronounced than the article will concede. We enjoyed many aspects of our stay, and some further afield options, but will not return. Defensive expat loyalists, predominantly aged opposite-sex couples co-mingling over canasta and oohing and aahing over their cashing in and absence of gratuity expectations be damned. Best approach: nod politely, try not to nod off. If you don't gush, you have not seen the real Mérida, apparently. (Fuck off) One old die-hard chap down the road from our place, actually minutes from #1 boutique hotel Diplomat, lamented the mosquito bites but chastized us for having dared to eat Italian over Yucatecan our first night. He got progressively jittery over our next few weeks as I recounted having had dengue twice. He routinely yelled at his service maid for sloppiness in screen closure. I love to play with fundamentalists. Tequila shots with our next-door neighbours sitting around their cockfight and fighter-pitbull pens, commiserating over the overrun of kitchen ant colonies, doesn't cut it? I can name half a dozen Mexican locales more magical. That said, it rates equally with Ottawa in safety, though much higher pollution index and lower overal QOL index. Progreso north shore is underwhelming. We dressed up regularly and got into Apoala on our fourth attempt, even willing to split up if that helped secure seating ... they reserve for wealthy repeaters but otherwise you takes your chances. I think they felt sorry for us. We tried again subsequently a few times, but only because it was not inconvenient to queue and 'bid' pleadingly along with other riffraff of our ilk, and there were a few other backups nearby, where slathering our Aedes Egypti welts with hydrocortisone and breathing in dense vehicular carbon emissions at the Santa Lucia Park location were less necessary. I had considerable elective time on my own at night. One word: laughable. Mind you, I am spoiled with unlimited access to CSW applicants elsewhere where it's warm. I urge you, do make it a must if only for the typical tourism; come to your own conclusions. Don't just pay attention to a few old fools, myself included.

Still the erstwhile puppet-master, SS, like I said, and right-o, my case should rest. What, no meme? How's about I post a photo of today's date Montreal Gazette in tandem with iPad screen and this post nudging up against the snowbank just off St Catherine steps from my loft? If you're going to stalk my busy itinerary, try to keep up or stay a step ahead, will you? But your point is well taken. I will not protest any assertion made (by you, in fact) that you are a waste of time today. I know I am about to have just wasted yours as you scurry your eager little nose and clickety-clack of paws into fact-checking mode. Ya just can't let it go. And Badboy, wowee, what a find among wooden marionettes. Haven't you regularly viciously thrown shade his way? BB, I thought you were trying to downregulate your obsession with my posts by ignoring them. Oh, I see what your problem is ... you trade off your integrity in order to duck the kind of prolific shit-slinging we now dare to call your comrade in arms on, that is, until either of you revises your shit list at the turn of a screw. So now, two soul-less and counting ... will I need two hands? Or will I be tsunami'd by cult-grade followers? But, Soul-less numero uno, you provide the solace of psycho sudoku for my much needed brain fitness. Gym, sights, sucks (well, very very recent memories and forecasts), slights. Repeat. How DO I fit it all in? Perhaps the experience of age and lubrificante. I would not say you lack the potential to inadvertently promote the general value of cultivating hardiness in challenging settings.

No latitude, OK. Your tireless longitude is the accepted trend here, pardon me Oh superior life form, in this thread, unsolicited commentary on writing style is impressive for its relentlessness and for your generosity in committed multitasking, taking time out of your busy sched when you have the best experiences, the best tribe clique, the best access to trade, the best access to nontrade guys who inconveniently fall all over you necessitating the consumption of trade, the best crossover between trade and unfeigned kinship with trade, the best easeless integration into trade and its off-clock social settings, the best advice to dispense, the best everything life has to offer, etc, etc to attend to ... a work ethic and pursuit of alpha on this forum approaching desperately sad because you are indisputably accomplished, financially super-flush, and clever. Yeah, I see the likes of your snotty, smugly self-satisfied cliques around and about where many of us intersect. You're not the only one capable of social observation. Though I imagine you, unlike we mere mortals, are beyond objectifying any bedmate procured. Who gives a fuck about your ratings of people or your grandiose bitchy friends' impressions of anyone? If they want to support your feeble effort to strenghten your case, let them register and weigh in. Dude, it's like, "and Millenia sees it, like, calls it a bigly bigly issue just like I saiid, we agree just like the best married couple there is, yeh, yeahh". Surely you have a cadre of staff to archivally research all material here for prosecutorial purpose. And so rushed. If nobody at your beck and call for this, When do you sleep? Let me slip in one more latitude, at risk of contempt: One parallel, not the 69th, to cunt comes to mind. Erm, who might that be? Now go and appropriate another silly meme, or get your your team, or your enviable circle of buddies, or your current hot BFE, or whoever or whatever audience you have or imagine to have, to do that bidding. Nobody puts anything into your pied pipe, do they? Yet I see smoke and mirrors seep through regularly. Nobody gets one past you. You are the penultimate know-it-all mentor. I would never pretend to live up to you. For all your apparent attempts to impress with evidence of your appeal beyond the context of this forum, you can be pointedly such a pill. Surely nobody in your life makes it beyond the visa process without absolute adoration. Annalise, guurrll, I don't worship your brand of flexing muscle. And dollars to Krispy Kremes, I suspect I would be light years from ever creaming myself over you, in any literal or figurative fashion, face-to-face. Get over yourself. I don't know you personally, but I wonder if you know anything about genuine friendship. If you had spent many developmently peak years holding simply too many dying friends in your arms as they begged for release I don't think you would boldly invoke the commentary of your so-called besties on a harmless photo pin-up, irrespective of whatever impels you to shame other posters here, most of whom you consider beneath you. I miss my guys, they outclass you immeasurably, even if I don't. They'd have given me a real tongue-lashing. Get better friends. Be better.

Objection ... leading the witless.

Moonwalker, the recurring theme you query is 'safe'. It is a self-preservational and commonly asked question. When folks ask about my BRZ travels and safety, notwithstanding they are usually unaware that I pay for muscle studs to skull- and ass-fuck me into next Tuesday, my usual repsonse is that adventures there are unSAFE, where SAFE is acronym for 'satisfactory answer for everyone'. Safe is retrospective ... it was or wasn't. Prospective safety does not exist. Mitigating harm is possible. Folks here like sanddunes and some others are spot on in terms of the central question. He gave some examples for harm-reduction, though you may have already considered them. Same for specificity. Only generality is prospective. Retrospectively, you got royally fucked or royally fucked. If you got royally fucked, no thanks to anyone here. If you got royally fucked, no thanks to anyone here. (Not a typo) Getting us to helicopter here will not have helped you much if it is the good royal, it is flimsy, and I doubt this forum would be credited for any of your good fortune. If it is the bad royal, you messed up or shit happened, but you had asked the unanswerable though the question is instinctive. Ego/status preservation among any of the contributors here will not value-add to the core question or predetermine your sexual fun fate. I do think that in the sexual and fishing-for-same domain some respondents may emphasize checking ego, bravado and previous life averts at the door because libido and naïveté may override common sense. Such admonishments should be taken as community care and I have sometimes wished I were as self-critical of my own risk of safety lapses. How they are packaged is less important than you extracting what is relatable for you and GF. Words to the wise have been delivered. When you ask a safety question within a collective, it is your job to sift, sort, and toss or integrate. You may get your hackles up for me saying this, but I think that you, in this case in this thread, started it going south when you nipped a hand that fed you. Better to think (or say), for answers to questions made that you do not fully like or embrace: I had thought of that, or, if I had thought of that, I'd have thought of that. Not that I am an exemplar in terms of this very advice. Condoms, PrEP, and STD surveillance are recommended. Some of these precautions will be more normative and acceptable within the GdeP pool than at large, where you may get more pushback and ire from recklessly cavalier hot studs with big dicks and atrophied brains. For every 50 local clients a GdeP gets down with, there is a .5% chance a tuberculosis exposure occurred. Public Health there is concerned about the degree of TB denialism that exists. You may see related ed posters in some of the brothel venues. Now then, to more important questions ... will I be safe leaving my house today?

Order a ride from hotel to airport, available youngish driver Tweedledum IDd within seconds, app quoted X amount, meanwhile a taxi promoter on sidewalk hassling me with flat rate offer of 1.33X. Über driver Tweedledum msgs me the fare is unfair for the distance and he wants 2.0X cash. I reply, not committing to not cancelling, that I only use the app and did not have sufficient cash. He replies song and dance his account on the app is currently problematic glitches etc blah dee blah. I cancel within the app and start fresh. Later report him. Tweedledee comes up on the second round. Same make model different lic. Car with driver looking like Tweedledee and looking like the lic in the app pulls up and I say "Tweedledee?" He is brusque, does not say the usual "Riobard?" Tosses my 2 bags in the truck, plunks a small yellow taxi sign on the hood. I ask him his name. No response. Hop out, leaving door open. I check and photo his lic plate and also check the app and see the # is not exactly the same, just similar. Get in his face raise my voice sternly demanding he pop the trunk. He does not protest, I retrieve my bags. Feel relieved hotel porters, nice guys, are nearby. Renewed cab flat offers come my way. This time they are two cab hawkers, and small crowd watching the sideshow. I look down the road a few metres, lic plate visible and realized the real Tweedledee moved on past this mayhem, evidently thinking I flaked. After all I was not standing with my bags and visible as an apparent customer while dealing with fraudulent cabbie. AYK, a cancellation charge scam is also possible in these circumstances. I msg Tweedledee and he agrees to circle the block. Hotel porters help interpret the cryptic text. Arrives with correct lic delineated on app. Older chap. Fare on arrival airport comes to proper X amount. Not absolutely certain he is not in on the scam, but that would be amazingly more organized and sophisticated a level of scam than I am willingly to give that society credit for. 12 hours later, the pending charges and rebate credits are showing in online banking. Looks in order. For some reason Paypal was not operational in the app and thru the whole ordeal I had had to register another payment method. Must still query that. Time wasted: 20 minutes. Riobard one, scammer(s) zero. Always give yourself some wiggle room getting to airport on time. Have your wits about you. Ask driver his name, let him/her tell you rather than verify what you say. Ask driver to identify your name, do not volunteer your name for him to affirm the giveaway. Vigilance regarding make model lic. If a cash HWY toll booth involved, bear that in mind when tipping. The rates can actually be set on the low end and we don't need to over-exploit discounted rates abroad, do we.

Freddy's number is in the public domain. There is enough info here to research it. I found it and confirmed he is Ready Freddy within 5 minutes on 'zap, for upcoming travel. That is how always ready he is. So at 1st glance, his job is to predict and expect rain at any given point in time and your role is to make it rain. Procurerrr: definition "person requisitioning orders of cock U R expecting rapidly regularly rigidly". And then the gravy of regular turista activities.

But does not "comer" mean 'to eat'? I think the ad means he'll toss your salad then pound your arse. Otherwise, foder not comer. The only redundancy I want is repeat, repeat, repeat ... Anyway your points are well taken. Your translation certainly gets the gist. But when you run it thru again and back, he implicitly has the executioner's hood. Now that level of fantasy got me real excited! I think it's typical to ejaculate when dropped thru the gallows. But of course all in good fun with a safe word.

A few months ago I took a few shots of some of the Masters at MASP, top floor. Here is a sample cluster. The works are arranged on stands surrounded by a perimeter of windows and natural light, rather than the traditional placement on gallery walls. It is easy to view there, and taking a shot does not disrupt other patrons' enjoyment. Kkkkk ... I did actually gaze extensively, not just blast thru with the shutter in front of my face. Somehow I mistakenly got trapped in a separate queue of locals on a Sunday morn who got in free and in priority time when doors opened. The images are not crisp because I grouped them for this post. Tap the cluster to sharpen the focus.

I think I knew all that from your previous posts. In fact, I have viewed all your xtube videos. But was not aware that xtube would somehow automatically generate a link and that you could upload that link to this forum. Though I knew you had mastered the method of doing it. So anyway, I just now created an xtube account. I will see what can happen from there. I bet there are a few tricky steps too challenge my addled brain. I also just figured out how to cut out frames from the beginning and end of an iPhone video. They are often the sloppiest parts. Nobody exclaiming "scene", "smash cut" ... just amateur starts and stops that belong on the cutting room floor. What I am missing is the studio team of 2. But my first vid is not too shabby by xtube standards, a long way off KB quality.

No I meant I have at least one an escort made with my bttm and his massive aubergine interacting. Discreet, like yours. But I do not have time and patience to learn these programs. I think fuggedabbuddit. We have no clear way to transmit these scenes behind the forum scenes.