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We're experiencing a watershed moment for all the women who have been dogged by men in power. Karma can be a beast, and she don't need a court of law to indict and destroy a life. Matt Lauer is now saying, “Repairing the damage will take a lot of time and soul searching and I’m committed to beginning that effort. It is now my full time job." Men in power often think they can say and do anything they want, especially to subordinates. Men in power often mistake subordinate fawning and professional respect for sexual attraction. When the men in power are famous and wealthy, the feelings are magnified beyond belief. I worked with Matt before Katie Couric left the "Today" show. Their relationship was as close to brother/sister as I have ever witnessed in a professional setting. I thoroughly enjoyed working with both of them. You don't truly know someone until you finally think you've learned enough. I wish Matt a lot of luck on his new job. Time can heal a lot of wounds, but it can take a lot longer than we may initially realize.

Vive la différence! (In the French spirit since I'll be in Paris soon.)

Matt Lauer is one of the nicest guys I've ever worked with. I, too, would be curious to know his transgressions.

How sweet. I'm definitely no scientist, but I do have a curious mind I have played one on TV. Not sure what Lucky's issue is with Photoshop and cock. He's had the issue for a long time. Photoshop is just a modern artist's tool. Considering Lucky's appreciation for some of the Arts, he may be burdened by selective appreciation. I remember a well-known escort who didn't like my enhanced cock images over at Hooville. Maybe bigger cocks made his look smaller? I've stopped trying to figure out the pathos of certain escorts. Most people know little about the science of photography, yet everyone with an i-Phone thinks they're a photographer these days. These ignorant folk wrongly believe that a camera can see as the human eye sees. Nothing could be further from the truth. A camera is always distorting the truth. A camera can only capture "reality" with serious limitations. Another falsehood is the belief that Photoshop means "fake" or "retouched." It certainly can mean those things. However, in the realm of digital, every digital file (image) requires some kind of processing or editing in order to produce a finished image. Some cameras (in Auto mode) do the processing work for the user, but almost all professionals prefer to use professional modes and tools to bring a digital image to life. And if you decide to print a professional image, the need for post processing software, such as Photoshop, becomes even more crucial. I expected more brain from Lucky. I hear as we age, we get more set in our lazy ways.

Funny, I overheard one of my building's doormen yesterday complain to an Amazon delivery guy. "These Amazon deliveries are never ending. They occupy most of my day." he said. The Amazon guy replied, "Yeah, don't you know we're taking over the world?" Can't believe I caught that as they were saying it. The Amazon boxes in my mailroom are out of control. Can't help but look at that pile and think of all the trees lost. At least Amazon is promoting their Give Back Box program. I wonder how many users give a shit?

The first two-thirds are all tangled up and stomped on in the train of my dress behind me.

If you bothered to take the time to learn the science behind camera lenses, you might find out that lens glass is spherical, therefore, it distorts the subject by default. Depending on the length of the lens, rarely, and I do mean rarely, does any photo tell the precise truth about the cock in a photo. The only way to "accept the dick that the guy has," you have to hire the guy and see the cock in person. In most cases, a photo of a cock is pure fantasy because of the science of photography. This might explain why Al Parker was famous for telling his fans "blame my cock size on the cameraman." And that's before Photoshop. Lighting and camera angles make a difference, too. It's the same reason why a lot of people don't look like their photos when met in person. Or, a pro model looks ordinary in person but looks extraordinary in photos. Either the science works or it doesn't. Many would argue, and I would agree, that Photoshop in porn is necessary to get closer to the truth. The chances of getting the cock, the face, and the body muscles all in the right place at the right time is VERY challenging and time consuming. In a porn photo shoot, 9 times out of 10 the face and the body will be perfectly composed, but the cock will have drooped. In digital, it is very easy to replace the droopy dick with the one that's full-mast from another frame. Why settle for half-mast if you don't have to? For the sake of believability, the key is to hire someone who knows what he is doing. On top of all this, entertainment is the point, especially if I have to entertain myself.

The shooter was hunting and thought she was a deer. Welcome to America! NY Times Article

A nice way to end a Thanksgiving weekend. Here's my final boytoy gift to this thread: my personal collage of Nick Snyder of Sylvania, Ohio. Nick is a superstar, and I find the guy fascinating. The camera loves him, and he loves the camera back. I've never seen a hot guy make love to his cock (and the camera) quite the way that Nick does. And his cock is one heavy mother fucker. I think this guy is mega talented. And wait until you hear his voice (if you haven't already). In certain photos he looks like he's 16-years-old. I don't know when he celebrated his "coming out," but prior to that he managed to produce a beautiful baby boy. He's got family photos all over the internet. We sure live in a different world these days. I could never imagine being this exposed, and all that's good and bad about it. One thing I know for sure, guys like Nick make searching on the internet more fun. https://hungitalianstallion10.tumblr.com/

My apologies, I did not mean to offend board members who live in Kentucky. Like Alabama, I've been to Kentucky on business several times. I have no desire to return. Perhaps I would feel differently had I met some fine gay men there. I, too, know several very good religious people. It would never occur to them to go to a Noah's Ark Theme Park.

I don't know about a rat, since Franken now seems to have a little dog in him. He may not be a Weinstein, but still. Since most men are pigs, I don't think it's fair to lump everyone in the same bag as Weinstein. Reasonable people need to come to their own reasonable conclusion. I'm not a politician, but I'm sure some gay guy throughout my career did not appreciate my tender touch if and whenever that occurred. No one's job was ever in danger with me, but when it comes to horny, we all have moments when we let our cocks do the thinking.

A new boytoy to share from my private collection. It's funny how we change in life. For about a decade in my 20's, I absolutely hated guys with facial hair. I couldn't go near them. Now, in my 50's, I can find a beard sexy, especially it it's a lighter color on a very lean White guy. I love the way this guy trimmed his body hair. When it's done like this, I don't mind the stubble. The roughness with the definition can be a turn-on. As I've said before, big cocks are not my thing, but some are so beautiful to play with, they deserve to be appreciated. This one has a magnificent vein and a very sexy curve. It was a fun cock to work on.

My name is already engraved on the stone, which is really weird. The only thing missing is the death date. I thought about taking a selfie in front of it, for fun, but then I questioned who might enjoy the share. Turns out I couldn't think of anyone, so I never did it. The truth is, I haven't visited the cemetery since I purchased everything, which was about a decade ago. Getting back to my hometown is no longer a priority, so it may just have to wait until my death. Too late to take a selfie then.

When I joined Hooville to defend and protect the super talented and sexy Benjamin Nicholas, I had not imagined how dedicated my involvement could become. When Daddy once wrote me privately asking for improvement suggestions, I naively became more involved than I needed to be. Looking back, I would never make the same mistake. My life is too precious to be spending too much time on the internet. Moderation is the best formula for me.

Prepare yourself for some brain numbing reading. The "contracts" are often 30+ pages long, written by lawyers. Usually by page 5, I'm ready to shoot myself in the head to end the misery and save time, money, and the trouble of dealing with one more insurance policy. I decided to do one better. After my parents died, I decided to purchase burial space next to them. I made specific arrangements with the family cemetery and prepaid the contract with written details of my wishes. All my executor has to do is get my ashes to the cemetery, and the cost of that is covered in my insurance policy. I had not thought about dying outside the U.S. before this thread. When I consider how much I travel, my son and I thought that was weird. We now have a revised plan, thanks to this thread.

I'm sure that's true. I should dig deeper, but there's only so much time in the day. Now that I'm nearing the last third of my life, I want to be more careful with whom I let enter my brain. Which kind of explains why there's no place for Zuckerberg, either.

I remember the username Lurkerspeaks from Hooville, but I don't recall any interaction. I have been very frank in the past about my thoughts on obesity. Even though I have a few XXL friends and family members I love, I can't imagine any overweight stranger enjoying some of my posts. I've also been very critical of kiddie-porn, Nambla, and other chickenhawk type posts. While it can be fun to re-visit my days as an 18-year-old and imagine a shower scene with one of my college interns, I find the look of younger boys to be a serious sexual turn-off. Most images from Helix Studios do not turn me on. Much like scat or latex, underage boys (or girls) are a fetish I can't wrap my brain around. I definitely can't bear the visual of an old fat guy naked with a skinny boy who looks fourteen or younger. Age 57 is a short life. I do not want to get sick or die in a country I'm visiting for the first time. I've been in a few European hospitals. When I die, I'm hoping to be closer to home. Preferably in my bed, as I sleep. I also can't wrap my brain around sex of any kind while not feeling well. The moment I feel the sniffles, the last thing I think about is sex. Not only do I NOT want to infect others (if my bug happens to be contagious), I don't want to leave my immune system vulnerable by being too close to strangers I don't know. I've traveled while sick a few times, and none of those memories were enjoyable. A few turned dangerous. If I don't feel well on the day of departure these days, I reschedule my trip. A plane is a cesspool of germs. This thread has been a fascinating read. I've shared it with a few people, especially my son. What do we do if I drop dead while traveling? It was a good question that finally got answered, thanks to Lurkerspeaks.

Definitely not a fan of Jeff Bezos. I try not to support wealthy men with my spending dollars who dream of taking over the world. Never liked Amazon's user interface. The fucking pages are too cluttered with useless information. They also keep and store tons of data about you and your shopping habits, and they probably sell that data. I doubt I would ever trust them. Their prices are not always the best. There are plenty of items they don't carry. It can pay to shop around. They try to lock you in with their clever incentives like Prime, but I'm too cynical and educated in marketing to fall for their sales tactics.

Such irony. Mixing commercial commerce and the Bible are probably not great ideas. Many evangelicals and fundamentalists fail to remember Jesus' feelings about money. Kentucky is another state much like Alabama. Scary.

Now that my three pies are done, I had a chance to upload one more photo before I depart for Thanksgiving festivities. Sometimes, I like to play with some favorite internet guys, so here's one more boytoy from my private collection:

So happy to hear I may be stimulating your, er, brain.

LOL! It's much better now.

Not at all. But I do know you better than I did.

Many people like to drown their sorrow and misery with alcohol. Many are known as alcoholics. I don't admire folks who are too quick to run to the bottle for their dose of easy therapy. I see nothing cute, clever, or funny here. Since I have several friends who are seriously struggling with sick, aging parents they love, I am thankful for good health. Without good health, life can be a treacherous battle.

Adam's mind is still a bit tousled from his rejection notice. Still a bit sensitive. Treat him with care.