Tuesday
Saturday
Gayromeo v. Gaydar privacy
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We all know Horst, Berlin petty queen, of Gayromeo.com is full of shit and not above threats of blackmail. I asked around to other m4m social websites regarding their privacy policies and this is what I found out:
Rentboy.com:
Escupido.com:
Gaydar:
(personal reply)
Rentmen.com:
Hourboy.com:
From North America (and a couple non-EU countries): "They're just trying to fuck with you man," "Push back," "This sounds arbitrary," "How can I support you?", "Who do they think they are?", "Fuck them!", "I'm canceling my account," "That's right, Troy, stand up for your dignity."
Is it any wonder America won both World Wars!
Balls, baby, it takes balls.
We all know Horst, Berlin petty queen, of Gayromeo.com is full of shit and not above threats of blackmail. I asked around to other m4m social websites regarding their privacy policies and this is what I found out:
Rentboy.com:
Thousands of escorts have successfully made a living with the help of rentboy.com.(stated on website)
Your information is kept in the strictest confidence and will never be shared with any 3rd party affiliates, private investigators, government agencies, or friends from back home.
Escupido.com:
Hallo t,(personal reply)
we will not give your data to government .... unless you murder somebody ;-)
Schöne Grüße
Gaydar:
The only time we'll ask for some form of identification is if we receive complaints that you may have uploaded photos to Gaydar that you claim represent you but lead us to believe may be copyright material or belong to somebody else. We take identity fraud very serious as I'm sure GayRomeo does, and if customers did raise concerns with us, we may take similar action like GayRomeo. We destroy any photographic ID once it has been reviewed and approved by a manager (usually myself)...Gaydar has been in business for 10 years and takes the security and privacy of you and our six million men very seriously. I hope this lifts any fears you may have about continuing your Gaydar profile.
Best wishes,
Simon Johnson
Product Manager
privacy policy
(personal reply)
Rentmen.com:
Hi Troy!(personal reply)
RentMen's privacy policy is we share no data with any outside sources and all data in encrypted on our servers. ...Happy to help...
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU!
Mike
Hourboy.com:
No reply.Gayromeo:
A most telling caveat is the feedback from users and 'blog readers. From Europeans, especially German and French users, nearly all of it was capitulation: "Don't fight back, Troy," "Gayromeo is too popular to ignore," "Sorry I can't support you," "Without them you can't make money," "Who are YOU?", "We need gayromeo," "You're a whore so who cares...?!"
From North America (and a couple non-EU countries): "They're just trying to fuck with you man," "Push back," "This sounds arbitrary," "How can I support you?", "Who do they think they are?", "Fuck them!", "I'm canceling my account," "That's right, Troy, stand up for your dignity."
Is it any wonder America won both World Wars!
Balls, baby, it takes balls.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Tuesday
Sunday
A jock by any other name
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What's in a name? Mucho if you are these three jocks.
Pun? Double entendre..? Either way it is funny.
Moral: Watch who the hell you stand next to. Hahaha!
What's in a name? Mucho if you are these three jocks.
Pun? Double entendre..? Either way it is funny.
Moral: Watch who the hell you stand next to. Hahaha!
Friday
Tuesday
"Jewels: Adoration of the Penis"
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My family jewels are featured in the newly published Jewels, a glossy anthology of pricks, dicks, peckers, and balls. My photograph is submitted under the entries of California photographer Louis LaSalle. It also includes images by another photographer with whom I've worked: Mark Henderson.
www.louislasalle.com
My family jewels are featured in the newly published Jewels, a glossy anthology of pricks, dicks, peckers, and balls. My photograph is submitted under the entries of California photographer Louis LaSalle. It also includes images by another photographer with whom I've worked: Mark Henderson.
Sunday
Customs checked my cock rings
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I nearly always have "random" search. This time when I went through Washington/Dulles airport I was cheeky enough to declare sex accessories (alongside the cigars, German chocolates and Hermés cologne); and watched closely as the federal minion - a good-looking brother actually - fucked up my perfectly packed luggage as he looked for who-knows-what.
Customs flipped through my journal - sorry, no drawn swastikas or bomb recipes - and nude snapshots. Big ain't it? I said to his sudden reaction. He quickly cleared his throat and asked if I was a bodybuilder. Customs picked up the tube of lube and wondered what it was?
"Lubricant," I answered, adding after a heartbeat, "For easier penetration."
"Penetration?"
"Oh my God! For sex, man, sex! Sometimes the asshole is too tight, y'know...is this so odd?!"
Then he picked up the laptop and turned it on. I couldn't see which files he was opening but when he gave a start I pretty much guessed at the desktop pictures he was...oogling; his eyes darted to me and that was the last of any eye-contact he made. Well? I asked. "Nothing, sir. We have to check all electronic devices." Damn, I wish I'd had an electric vibrator. Next time. And a big ass one. When it looked like Customs was ready to peel off the latex gloves I cried, Wait my cock-rings!
"Sir?"
"You've checked my cologne and chocolate and cigars and clothes - and diary and private pictures; but you didn't check my cock-rings."
He looked unsure. "Cock-rings...?"
"Yes: cock-rings," I said matter-of-factly. "Rings for my big...well y'know...YOU've seen the pictures. Anyway I declared them so you have to check 'em out. Here," pointing to my goody bag, "you didn't look in here."
"Say, have you worn them?"
"Yes, of course! I like using cock-rings. All the time. ALL the time. And you touched them."
He gave a nervous laugh with the hanging reply, "Man. My job...."
I assured the brother he was a good patriot. "Just doing your patriotic duty. Now are we through here?"
I nearly always have "random" search. This time when I went through Washington/Dulles airport I was cheeky enough to declare sex accessories (alongside the cigars, German chocolates and Hermés cologne); and watched closely as the federal minion - a good-looking brother actually - fucked up my perfectly packed luggage as he looked for who-knows-what.
Damn I wish I'd had an electric vibratorFlying into America is shit. Our security measures are shit...bogus distractions. Immigration and Customs agents are generally wage-earning shitheads who couldn't detect a terrorist if he had Jihad inked on his forehead.
Customs flipped through my journal - sorry, no drawn swastikas or bomb recipes - and nude snapshots. Big ain't it? I said to his sudden reaction. He quickly cleared his throat and asked if I was a bodybuilder. Customs picked up the tube of lube and wondered what it was?
"Lubricant," I answered, adding after a heartbeat, "For easier penetration."
"Penetration?"
"Oh my God! For sex, man, sex! Sometimes the asshole is too tight, y'know...is this so odd?!"
Then he picked up the laptop and turned it on. I couldn't see which files he was opening but when he gave a start I pretty much guessed at the desktop pictures he was...oogling; his eyes darted to me and that was the last of any eye-contact he made. Well? I asked. "Nothing, sir. We have to check all electronic devices." Damn, I wish I'd had an electric vibrator. Next time. And a big ass one. When it looked like Customs was ready to peel off the latex gloves I cried, Wait my cock-rings!
"Sir?"
"You've checked my cologne and chocolate and cigars and clothes - and diary and private pictures; but you didn't check my cock-rings."
He looked unsure. "Cock-rings...?"
"Yes: cock-rings," I said matter-of-factly. "Rings for my big...well y'know...YOU've seen the pictures. Anyway I declared them so you have to check 'em out. Here," pointing to my goody bag, "you didn't look in here."
He cleared his throat and asked if I was a bodybuilderCustoms sighed and unzipped the pouch. "Is this.." - No, no, I replied, those are condoms, man - "Oh. This?" - Bingo. And there's another one too - "Oh. Wow...um...is...that all?" he said hopefully. Yes, sir, that's everything, I said and thanked him for checking my declared items.
"Say, have you worn them?"
"Yes, of course! I like using cock-rings. All the time. ALL the time. And you touched them."
He gave a nervous laugh with the hanging reply, "Man. My job...."
I assured the brother he was a good patriot. "Just doing your patriotic duty. Now are we through here?"
Friday
New jockstrap. New cock ring
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Finally bought a jockstrap the other day. Been wanting to get another one since the summer! but kept putting it off, putting if off...until I wore out the previous one (lasted about a year)...giving me the perfect reason for buying a new one!
Went into a sex shop ("book store") with the intention of getting another 1) cock ring and 2) Peter Berlin DVD (I think he's the most!). Then I spotted the rack of jockstraps. Figured they'd be overpriced but, hey, no harm in looking, right?
Shut my mouth wide open! the price was right...and a legitimate sports brand, too. Hello! None of that prissy oversexed, over priced designer shit for my sweaty ball sac, thank ye very little.
My old-school make is a high waistband, medium, blue (decided to alter things from my typical white). The waistband is snug and fine but the straps seem small. Or maybe that's just my black man's ass spilling out from being big. We do have big asses, don't we(!) It's all good. I like my big ass. So I left the, uh, book store, with the jockstrap and the cock ring. The DVD can wait.
Finally bought a jockstrap the other day. Been wanting to get another one since the summer! but kept putting it off, putting if off...until I wore out the previous one (lasted about a year)...giving me the perfect reason for buying a new one!
Went into a sex shop ("book store") with the intention of getting another 1) cock ring and 2) Peter Berlin DVD (I think he's the most!). Then I spotted the rack of jockstraps. Figured they'd be overpriced but, hey, no harm in looking, right?
Shut my mouth wide open! the price was right...and a legitimate sports brand, too. Hello! None of that prissy oversexed, over priced designer shit for my sweaty ball sac, thank ye very little.
My old-school make is a high waistband, medium, blue (decided to alter things from my typical white). The waistband is snug and fine but the straps seem small. Or maybe that's just my black man's ass spilling out from being big. We do have big asses, don't we(!) It's all good. I like my big ass. So I left the, uh, book store, with the jockstrap and the cock ring. The DVD can wait.
Wednesday
Monday
Bed-and-Breakfast in Switzerland
On my first stay in Switzerland I slept in a B&B in Zurich for five days. At 60 Swiss francs/nt (discounted from 70chf) it wasn't cheap, I can tell you that, and it wasn't all that...cozy either. Didn't even include a "Hi" or breakfast! Hosts were a gay couple - interracial, neither Swiss - but one seemed to have a bug up his French ass and, so, we didn't care much for one another. Or my staying beyond the five days.
After the fifth day I gladly moved into a budget franchise for one night. It cost thirty francs more but, considering I was free of Frenchy's simmering bitch vibe, it was worth it...and, yes, it was clean and comfortable and all that hotel jazz. Quite nice. From there I rode the train north to Basel and, again, took a B&B. Again it was offered by a gay couple - interracial, neither Swiss - but, unlike the ones before, these guys were cool, engaging, hospitable. When they said, Make yourself at home Troy, they meant it. I got help with a local SIM card, free laundry, free run of the apt and kitchen, a tempting invitation to group sex - which I had to decline on account of a private engagement; business before pleasure, darling - and even a cup of George Clooney coffee (Néspresso!). They charged me 50chf when they were not home and half when they were. Hello!
Besides that I like Basel more than Zurich anyway so it was all good from most all angles.
www.louislasalle.com
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