Rants and Stupid shit in Dayton

[QUOTE=VinnieKramer;4150304]I'd love to know the details so I know what to avoid as I'm sure most others would. I guess they're purposely cryptic so we can't learn.

I've always wondered if you could make the argument that you're making a porn movie for pornhub and avoid an arrest. What's the difference between a porn actress and a prostitute anyways? All you'd need was a model release form and an IPhone.

Beats the old birthday card with $ in it!![/QUOTE]If you want to go that route and be hit with an F-5 for pandering obscenity than knock yourself out. Probably easier just to take the misdemeanor though.

When Clooney and Gosling filmed in Cincy they got tax credits from the state. You don’t think I'd get the same love?

[QUOTE=FootMan2007;4150718]If you want to go that route and be hit with an F-5 for pandering obscenity than knock yourself out. Probably easier just to take the misdemeanor though.[/QUOTE]

I have a UTR who lives within the area of possible water contamination problem. Does it mean I am not safe when she took shower and I suck her nipples and pussy?

Entire Miller Lane hotels (except Knights Inn, which is north of I-70) are within the zone too. So are the notels on and off of North Dixie. Be careful out there.

[QUOTE=SpermDonorRex;4153951]I have a UTR who lives within the area of possible water contamination problem. Does it mean I am not safe when she took shower and I suck her nipples and pussy?

Entire Miller Lane hotels (except Knights Inn, which is north of I-70) are within the zone too. So are the notels on and off of North Dixie. Be careful out there.[/QUOTE]Just boil it before you eat it, no worries.

[QUOTE=SpermDonorRex;4153951]I have a UTR who lives within the area of possible water contamination problem. Does it mean I am not safe when she took shower and I suck her nipples and pussy?

Entire Miller Lane hotels (except Knights Inn, which is north of I-70) are within the zone too. So are the notels on and off of North Dixie. Be careful out there.[/QUOTE]Is this a serious question? If so, you need to go back to school. And if my reply gets redacted, I will take it.

I fuck the ladies.

I've been doing this for a couple of decades now. Lately, the last year or two, I've starting banging some of my regulars bare back. I did this knowing that several of them are hard IV drug users. I just liked filling up their warm vag with my hot jizz. I've always shrugged off STDs as curable inconveniences that some view almost as a badge of honor. Well, after dipping my wick in enough honey pots to know with statistical certainty that some of them had to be dirty, I have often thought that I should get tested for STDs. I never did this because I was scared to death that the results might show not a curable STD but rather the incurable HIV / AIDS. I never cared much for dying, but I'm old enough that I've accepted it as inevitable and largely have come to peace with it. At least I think I have.

So, comes my birthday and the expiration of my life insurance policy. While there is not much I need to insure my life against, there are still some things I consider my responsibility. So, I re-up the policy, which requires a blood test with STD testing. Oh, well, time to face the music. It takes about a week to ten days for the results to be posted. During this time I think a lot. Mostly about my hyper-judgmental brother, the totally dysfunctional fucking Catholic Church, and my holier-than-thou neighbors, business associates, and pretty much everyone who either knows my name or recognizes me when I walk in the door. And I shit my pants with the prospect of facing them, the repercussions of this news on my progeny, and the devastation it would have on the other two or three other people in my life that give a shit about. Then I watch Bohemian Rhapsody, the story of Farrokh Bulsara a. K. a. Freddie Mercury, and I shit my pants again.

The results were just posted, negative on all counts.

So, my dilemma is this:

A) should I learn from this life altering introspective experience and stop mongering.

B) should I go back to banging in the bag, or.

3) should I bare back by favorite wh0 re to celebrate my clean bill of health.

Three.

[QUOTE=HoBeau;4162157]I fuck the ladies.

I've been doing this for a couple of decades now. Lately, the last year or two, I've starting banging some of my regulars bare back. I did this knowing that several of them are hard IV drug users. I just liked filling up their warm vag with my hot jizz. I've always shrugged off STDs as curable inconveniences that some view almost as a badge of honor. Well, after dipping my wick in enough honey pots to know with statistical certainty that some of them had to be dirty, I have often thought that I should get tested for STDs. I never did this because I was scared to death that the results might show not a curable STD but rather the incurable HIV / AIDS. I never cared much for dying, but I'm old enough that I've accepted it as inevitable and largely have come to peace with it. At least I think I have.

So, comes my birthday and the expiration of my life insurance policy. While there is not much I need to insure my life against, there are still some things I consider my responsibility. So, I re-up the policy, which requires a blood test with STD testing. Oh, well, time to face the music. It takes about a week to ten days for the results to be posted. During this time I think a lot. Mostly about my hyper-judgmental brother, the totally dysfunctional fucking Catholic Church, and my holier-than-thou neighbors, business associates, and pretty much everyone who either knows my name or recognizes me when I walk in the door. And I shit my pants with the prospect of facing them, the repercussions of this news on my progeny, and the devastation it would have on the other two or three other people in my life that give a shit about. Then I watch Bohemian Rhapsody, the story of Farrokh Bulsara a. K. a. Freddie Mercury, and I shit my pants again.

The results were just posted, negative on all counts.

So, my dilemma is this:

A) should I learn from this life altering introspective experience and stop mongering.

B) should I go back to banging in the bag, or.

3) should I bare back by favorite wh0 re to celebrate my clean bill of health.

Three.[/QUOTE]I've been tested a few times and really they can't test for every strain of what they do test for.

HPV vaccine is only good for 6 different strains and its not tested for. About 1/2 of active sexual men and women have some form of HPV. In the US. If your bothered by a couple warts or in the case of herpes a few little blisters. Then cover up Many of STD's go unnoticed. Even HIV isn't the dreaded death sentence it once was.

Just remember. Going uncovered with a lady in most cases she goes bareback with many more.

Some ladies go BB with everybody that wants it. Some will with a little pleading and with extra cash.

We all are adults. If you comeback with something be stand up enough to let ladies know you have something.

You've been with. Don't be silent. Party on either way. I know as I've gotten older I don't like to use condoms but always have them to use.

[QUOTE=HoBeau;4162157]I fuck the ladies.

I've been doing this for a couple of decades now. Lately, the last year or two, I've starting banging some of my regulars bare back. I did this knowing that several of them are hard IV drug users. I just liked filling up their warm vag with my hot jizz. I've always shrugged off STDs as curable inconveniences that some view almost as a badge of honor. Well, after dipping my wick in enough honey pots to know with statistical certainty that some of them had to be dirty, I have often thought that I should get tested for STDs. I never did this because I was scared to death that the results might show not a curable STD but rather the incurable HIV / AIDS. I never cared much for dying, but I'm old enough that I've accepted it as inevitable and largely have come to peace with it. At least I think I have.

So, comes my birthday and the expiration of my life insurance policy. While there is not much I need to insure my life against, there are still some things I consider my responsibility. So, I re-up the policy, which requires a blood test with STD testing. Oh, well, time to face the music. It takes about a week to ten days for the results to be posted. During this time I think a lot. Mostly about my hyper-judgmental brother, the totally dysfunctional fucking Catholic Church, and my holier-than-thou neighbors, business associates, and pretty much everyone who either knows my name or recognizes me when I walk in the door. And I shit my pants with the prospect of facing them, the repercussions of this news on my progeny, and the devastation it would have on the other two or three other people in my life that give a shit about. Then I watch Bohemian Rhapsody, the story of Farrokh Bulsara a. K. a. Freddie Mercury, and I shit my pants again.

The results were just posted, negative on all counts.

So, my dilemma is this:

A) should I learn from this life altering introspective experience and stop mongering.

B) should I go back to banging in the bag, or.

3) should I bare back by favorite wh0 re to celebrate my clean bill of health.

Three.[/QUOTE]Shooters shoot.

But for anyone in this hobby, you should get yourself tested at least twice per year since that is what most insurance policies will cover.

Especially the following post, Shooters shoot. Awesome. I was laughing my ass off.

[QUOTE=HoBeau;4162157]I fuck the ladies.

I've been doing this for a couple of decades now. Lately, the last year or two, I've starting banging some of my regulars bare back. I did this knowing that several of them are hard IV drug users. I just liked filling up their warm vag with my hot jizz. I've always shrugged off STDs as curable inconveniences that some view almost as a badge of honor. Well, after dipping my wick in enough honey pots to know with statistical certainty that some of them had to be dirty, I have often thought that I should get tested for STDs. I never did this because I was scared to death that the results might show not a curable STD but rather the incurable HIV / AIDS. I never cared much for dying, but I'm old enough that I've accepted it as inevitable and largely have come to peace with it. At least I think I have.

So, comes my birthday and the expiration of my life insurance policy. While there is not much I need to insure my life against, there are still some things I consider my responsibility. So, I re-up the policy, which requires a blood test with STD testing. Oh, well, time to face the music. It takes about a week to ten days for the results to be posted. During this time I think a lot. Mostly about my hyper-judgmental brother, the totally dysfunctional fucking Catholic Church, and my holier-than-thou neighbors, business associates, and pretty much everyone who either knows my name or recognizes me when I walk in the door. And I shit my pants with the prospect of facing them, the repercussions of this news on my progeny, and the devastation it would have on the other two or three other people in my life that give a shit about. Then I watch Bohemian Rhapsody, the story of Farrokh Bulsara a. K. a. Freddie Mercury, and I shit my pants again.

The results were just posted, negative on all counts.

So, my dilemma is this:

A) should I learn from this life altering introspective experience and stop mongering.

B) should I go back to banging in the bag, or.

3) should I bare back by favorite wh0 re to celebrate my clean bill of health.

Three.[/QUOTE]

Just reading some of the discussions about this subject. For some who don't know I was a fairly well know senior for sometime. Over that time I met lots of young ladies who had habits. Every time I made a donation I knew where that money would end up. But at the time I didn't care. I was getting what I wanted and they got what they wanted and never really gave it much thought. Then I met one particular girl who changed everything. Sure we met and the usual shenanigans ensued and this went one for awhile. Thankfully we also talked a lot. Sure got a lot of the usual bs and lies about things and being in this hobby for a stretch you learn what's the truth and what isn't. What I found to be the truth was she was fairly new and didn't really want to be doing it but it was the only way to get what she needed. I quit seeing her as a provider but we talked a lot. We would have an occasional fling here and there but those were donation free. But I could see the inevitable bust coming from the drug use. And it came. That's also when I realized that most of the time I was much of the problem. So her and I made a deal. She got out of uncles and got clean I'd help her. So far things have gone well. She still has a criminal mindset and sometimes she's very hard to deal with because of that but she's also made leaps and bounds in staying clean and really trying to walk the line. The point I'm trying to make here is many of us meet one girl we can't stop thinking about even though we know what they do and why. And unfortunately most aren't ready to change because they don't know how. And as mongers we are just feeding the habit. But I implore to many of you if you run across one who is sincere try and help them. You'll learn quickly if its real or not. If its not just move on and enjoy the next lady you like. No ones asking you to stop having fun. But if you find the real deal give them a chance. Sure there will be days they just make you feel stupid and even used but show them that they have a solid friend. That's something 99% of them lack. You might just save her life. I'm sure this sounds all white knightly and such and maybe it is but I can honestly say I made a huge difference in this young lady's life and now a year later she's clean, healthy and doing pretty good. Perfect? Nope. But trying. No drugs, out of the game and gets better by the day. Money well spent in my opinion. She was always pretty even strung out but now that she's healthy she's down right beautiful. And at least for now she's all mine. Do I expect that to stay that way, probably not. I would welcome it if it did but realistically not holding my breath. I just hope if she moves on she stays the way she is now. For guys like us there's always another out there wanting our money. Our addiction is almost as bad as theirs and the supply never runs out.

[QUOTE=HoBeau;4162157]I fuck the ladies.

I've been doing this for a couple of decades now. Lately, the last year or two, I've starting banging some of my regulars bare back. I did this knowing that several of them are hard IV drug users. I just liked filling up their warm vag with my hot jizz. I've always shrugged off STDs as curable inconveniences that some view almost as a badge of honor. Well, after dipping my wick in enough honey pots to know with statistical certainty that some of them had to be dirty, I have often thought that I should get tested for STDs. I never did this because I was scared to death that the results might show not a curable STD but rather the incurable HIV / AIDS. I never cared much for dying, but I'm old enough that I've accepted it as inevitable and largely have come to peace with it. At least I think I have.

So, comes my birthday and the expiration of my life insurance policy. While there is not much I need to insure my life against, there are still some things I consider my responsibility. So, I re-up the policy, which requires a blood test with STD testing. Oh, well, time to face the music. It takes about a week to ten days for the results to be posted. During this time I think a lot. Mostly about my hyper-judgmental brother, the totally dysfunctional fucking Catholic Church, and my holier-than-thou neighbors, business associates, and pretty much everyone who either knows my name or recognizes me when I walk in the door. And I shit my pants with the prospect of facing them, the repercussions of this news on my progeny, and the devastation it would have on the other two or three other people in my life that give a shit about. Then I watch Bohemian Rhapsody, the story of Farrokh Bulsara a. K. a. Freddie Mercury, and I shit my pants again.

The results were just posted, negative on all counts.

So, my dilemma is this:

A) should I learn from this life altering introspective experience and stop mongering.

B) should I go back to banging in the bag, or.

3) should I bare back by favorite wh0 re to celebrate my clean bill of health.

Three.[/QUOTE]I guess you must ask yourself if you feel you're playing Russian roulette. And if you landed on that single cartridge, what affect it would have on those few you give a shit about. So number three seems to be the right answer.

[QUOTE=ShadowRecruit;4163966]I guess you must ask yourself if you feel you're playing Russian roulette. And if you landed on that single cartridge, what affect it would have on those few you give a shit about. So number three seems to be the right answer.[/QUOTE]Hope you don't get burnt. maybe there is a free std clinic in dayton where you dont have to give them your name or address

[QUOTE=Bdirect;4165073]Hope you don't get burnt. maybe there is a free std clinic in dayton where you dont have to give them your name or address[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=ShadowRecruit;4163966]I guess you must ask yourself if you feel you're playing Russian roulette. And if you landed on that single cartridge, what affect it would have on those few you give a shit about. So number three seems to be the right answer.[/QUOTE]Shadow is right, it is Russian roulette. One bullet, multiple chambers. BBBJ gives you more chambers that FS. A condom gives you a really lot of chambers. Even a bit of discretion and hygiene adds to the chamber count. But there is still one live round. And that round can still kill you and cause your loved ones pain.

Bdirect misses the point. Its not about the anonymity of the test results (I certainly don't give a shit about the health care workers, and they are bound by HIPAA) or the cost (public vs. Private pay), its all about the effect on me, and the few people I care about.

[QUOTE=HoBeau;4162157]I fuck the ladies....
The results were just posted, negative on all counts.

So, my dilemma is this:

A) should I learn from this life altering introspective experience and stop mongering.
B) should I go back to banging in the bag, or.
3) should I bare back by favorite wh0 re to celebrate my clean bill of health.

[/QUOTE]For completeness in your STD testing, don't forget to include the Hep-C test. A few years back I had testing done at the public health clinic and it was not part of the standard tests. I was a bit surprised as I would say a good percentage of the ladies who are IV drug users are Hep-C positive.

Glad to hear your results were negative and have fun, especially if you choose to fuck your favorite wh_ore bareback.

A hard dick will make you do crazy sh-it.