TheKnobGobbler

The stretch of Burgundy between 700 Club and Corner Pocket is poorly lit and is prone to some shady characters lurking about, so it's always wise to walk in a group of two or more, and be aware of your surroundings. I've never personally had any problems along there, but I'm 6'3" and stocky enough to be somewhat intimidating when I want to be.

I have two playlists that I like to start playing when a provider arrives. One lasts just under 1 hour, and the other is an hour forty-five. Depending on how long I've booked, I'll tell Alexa to play the appropriate playlist so I know that when the music stops, time's just about over. Time to wind things up.

The Phoenix Bar in New Orleans is for all intents and purposes an Eagle. It's located outside the French Quarter on Elysian Fields, and it caters to a similar crowd of leather/denim wearers and their admirers. There's a nice big main bar at the entrance, a fetish shop, a patio, and a small bar upstairs that frequently doubles as an impromptu fuck room. The Corner Pocket is a fun male "strip" club that has lots of gay4pay hustler types and draws a mostly older crowd who are there to shove sweaty dollar bills back into the dancers' crevices. It's toward the back of the Quarter on Burgundy, a few blocks away from the rest of the gay bars. (Be on your guard here, as more than one wallet has gone amiss when unwary customers were distracted. Best to keep cash/ID/cards in front pockets and be mindful of who goes near there. Also, don't get too intoxicated that you let down your guard outside the club, as there are always opportunists lurking and waiting for drunk tourists to prey on. Keep some wit about you.) The 700 Club is one of my fav neighborhood bars, and it's just a couple of blocks over from CP on the corner of Burgundy @ Saint Peter. During holiday & big event weekends there are usually some hot go-go boys atop the bar here, too. But it's always a good place to stop in, check your bearings, and refuel on some good pub food from their kitchen. Rawhide is a wonderfully seedy leather bar on Saint Ann at Burgundy that has pool tables and an infamous dark back room where all kinds of shenanigans go on. Very cruisy at all hours of the day and night. (But with dark corners comes the advice from about about wallets & valuables.) A block up Saint Ann from Rawhide is Good Friends Bar, a fun place if it's not overcrowded. Upstairs is usually more cruisy than the open area downstairs, and there's good views up and down the fruit loop from the balcony here. There are almost always go-go boys atop the bar at Oz and The Bourbon Pub, the two biggest bars on Bourbon St (@ Saint Ann). It's good people watching from either of their balconies looking down onto the street crowd where you'll inevitably see straight girls dragging their confused looking boyfriends through the intersection into a sea of rainbow flags and shirtless men, followed shortly afterward by the newly informed boyfriend dragging the girlfriend right back toward the safety of the straight end. Further down Bourbon St where it becomes mostly residential and quite a bit darker, there's Cafe Lafitte In Exile, which used to be a great place to get your dick wet or your ass passed around the pool table upstairs, but it's gotten a bit tame in recent years. Still, worth checking out. It's the furthest of all the Quarter bars in that direction, and is a hefty walk to get from here all the way to the other end of the Quarter where Corner Pocket is, so you might consider a pedicab.

Thanks, Mike. I swear I did a search before posting my own thread on the topic. Guess I wasn't as thorough as I could have been. That answers that.

A few more of the most common ways anyone, including providers and clients, can inadvertently let slip their real information have come to mind recently. They include: Amazon's gift registry/wishlist Any personal social media profile that has been linked to your alternate phone number Use of a common username on bulletin board forums (like this one) and sites like Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook Comments on Disqus using mixed personal/private info in the user account Google+ Communities - Bulletin: There is nothing private about Google anything, folks! Amazon is chief among them as far as making it difficult to protect one's private identity. The hoops they make customers jump through in order to set up a gifting address properly and associate it with their public and/or shared Wish Lists is ridiculous. Sites like pipl.com make short work of aggregating enough data points from all over the deep web to uncover identities not hidden with the strictest diligence. Some advice I often give is to have separate email accounts for your separate identities, create separate phone numbers for each, and never, ever, ever mix up information from one identity with a profile, account, comment, delivery, etc. for another identity. That goes for website registrations in a computer browser as well as accounts and contacts on your phone(s). If possible, keep your secret identity on a separate device altogether, and use different browsers when operating as one vs. the other. I use Chrome for Hangry Starfish but Firefox for my real identity. I have a separate skype for each ID, use an old phone no longer attached to a provider for all of my Hangry Starfish communication via Wi-Fi and VoiP, Skype, Sideline, Telegram, and a few other apps for texting/calling that don't always require an active phone number.

I happened to be cross-checking a particular ad on men4rentnow.com, which has fallen out of favor with some and has been in a state of decline for some time now, when I noticed the site has now been removed altogether. Has anyone else got the scoop on what went down, or whether any of the other remaining sites for provider listings are following suit? This is so damned infuriating!

If you are a heavy user of search filters and do a bit of back-and-forth clicking, the Windows app definitely struggles at times to keep up. Often I've found that it will lose the ability to go back, even failing to display a back arrow at the top left where it usually sits. But overall, it's a functional client-side app that doesn't require a browser to use, and like others have mentioned, it's one of only two ways you can actually see the providers' rates listed (the other way being to view the .eu version of the website.)

Hey, guys! I'm in the process of being laid off from my 15-year long job, which at least is giving me a nice severance package and time to consider what's next for my continuing adventure. One thing I've always regretted about being tied to my career was never making the time to follow my heart (and my nether bits) on a long, leisurely tour through Europe. That's about to change! I've attempted time and time again to research the best itineraries for myself, but I always gave up in frustration at how outdated or scarce or just downright misleading the available information tends to be out on the web. Having never been to Europe, it's hard to tell which advice is good and deserving of a two or three-day stop to investigate, and which bits of suggestive tourist bait could get me into an unsafe or unsavory predicament along the way. So I figured I'd enlist the help of this forum to come up with a rough itinerary through mostly Eastern Europe with a stop in Paris and Barcelona perhaps at either end. What I'm looking for is information on the general availability of both professionals and non-working local men in cities like Sofia, Budapest, Bucharest, Prague, Kiev, etc. I know that many of those major cities have small, supposedly safe-ish pockets of gay nightlife, etc. But I guess I'm left wondering how much Czech Hunter has polluted my expectations and how much of it is perhaps as salacious as I've heard. For instance, were I to enlist the services of a local provider in Romania for a day or two, would it be more likely that we might easily draft a horny local or two to join us for a spell, or that I'd wake up from a stupor handcuffed to a metal bed frame watching my suitcase and valuables be rummaged and ransacked on their way out the door? I mean, I know either scenario could go down here in the states just as easily, but I feel confident enough to know when and where to expect a good mugging, thanks to experience. What do you think? Any "must do" locations you think a horny 44-yo should enjoy, or any "steer clear" advice to spare me any unwanted trouble? Let me know what your experience has been, and if you have specific advice on lodging, dining, or providers that'd be excellent as well. Thanks in advance!

Not counting the blowjobs I used to give to my cousins or to the couple of friends who sometimes stayed the night, my first time was during the summer of 1987 when I had just turned 14. I had been accepted to a state-run residential high school for gifted and talented students, but my dad was too cheap to help foot the tuition. So, I got myself a summer job to start earning the money to go to school. HE took the rest of the family on a week-long vacation to Disney World and left me home alone so I could take a cab to and from work. (I should preface the rest by saying that my dad was a monster who beat me and my brother so badly that there are photos of our welted and bruised butts on file in two different sherriff's departments.) Two days before they were to return, on a Friday night in June, I got out the phone book, looked up the number of the only gay bar in our little city, and I called the bar, asking the bartender who answered, "Hi. I was wondering, are there any really attractive guys there tonight? Like an older guy? Maybe in his 30's?" He gave me a slow, quizzical reply and confirmed that there were indeed several men there matching that description. So, I asked if he could put one of them on the phone. He obliged. Without knowing the first thing about this guy, I asked him if he was interested in popping the cherry of the neighboring town's Chief of Police's oldest son that night. He seemed pretty keen. So I gave him the address and waited nervously about 2o or 30 minutes for him to show up. When he did, I remember taking his hand at the door and leading him down the hallway through to my Dad's bedroom at the back of the house. We went in, undressed each other, and climbed into my Dad's atrocious 1980's king-sized waterbed with the huge, ornate wooden shelves for a headboard. That's where 14-year-old me took his first big ol' cock up the ass with the help of a totally perverted (hindsight is a bitch) 30-year-old statutory rapist. I *hated* it the first time. It hurt like fire. Maybe it was the cum he left in me that first go around that made the second time more enjoyable, but round 2 was everything I'd hoped for. Mission accomplished! Dad and the step-fam got back that Sunday afternoon, each of them wearing their stupid mouse ears and looking like sunburned stupid. I just paraded around with a shit-eating grin on my face for pretty much the rest of that summer. I never told him his bed had laid the scene for his big, gay son's deflowering. I've been saving that little nugget of golden information for his deathbed. In case there's any chance the old bastard might pull through whatever finally gets him headed down the chute to hell, I want to be able to recount this story to him and help him shuffle off this mortal coil and reap his final reward for being such a remarkable father.

I know this thread is pretty stale, but I wanted to drop one piece of info in case any members happen to visit the local gay strip club, Antropology, while in PVR. I've visited many times over the years, but I hadn't been to this club until pretty recently. The dancers are aggressive, but cute and friendly. There's definitely not going to be any problem breaking the ice once you get settled and order a drink. On my first visit there, I made the rookie mistake of getting a little more intoxicated than I should have, and I ended up leaving my debit card hanging out of the ATM outside the club. I was happily surprised the next morning to have a message waiting for me at the front desk from the manager of Antropology telling me that he had found the card, called around to the hotels to try and locate me, and would be holding it for me in their safe until I could make it back down there that evening. I went, it was there, he was super nice, and I stayed for several more sexy lap dances! As has been said already above, Puerto Vallarta makes its living off of tourism, and the Playa los Muertos area of Old Vallarta especially relies on the gay tourists to stay afloat. There may be the odd hustler trying to make his way up to your room and back out with your wallet every now and then, but over all, PVR's locals tend to look out for the reckless gringos who descend on their beautiful town year after year. If you're heading down there, definitely check out Antropology, and have yourself a good time! (But try to hold on to your debit cards.)

You can still see the rates if you view the site with the mobile or Windows app instead of in a browser.

I've actually had this happen by accident a couple of times now when a particular app on my phone called "Sync Me" suddenly popped up all this personal information about the escort I had just received a call from. If anybody is the least bit careless about where and how they post their phone number(s), whether it be on Craigslist, an escort site, Google+, Facebook, etc., there are tons and tons of apps and companies whose sole purpose is to aggregate all of that information from all over the web back into a nice, pretty package under one potentially sellable identity. It's how the scumbags like Spokeo, BeenVerified, PeopleFinder, etc. make their money. In these cases with my accidental information dumps, I simply discarded the info and kept it to myself, except in one case where the information that came back was more than I felt he would want being that accessible, and I simply suggested that he segregate his escort number from any of his real social media accounts entirely. He was content to accept that advice without probing (oh, he probed! he probed me gooood!), so all was fine. I think a lot of newcomers to the trade aren't yet educated as much as they need to be on some of the important tips they need to do their business and keep their private lives private. There should be a buddy program for new escorts who can be paired up with experienced, helpful clients like myself, who will take them under their wing and help them learn the basics. OH! And I've had the reverse happen once, too. An out-of-town escort wanted to let his Louisiana clients know he would be visiting, so he sent out one big email blast that had not only his real name (as set up in the email client's account settings - clumsy) but also the email addresses of close to 80 or 90 local guys who had apparently hired him or inquired about his services at one time or another. I was one of those unlucky enough to have my personal email address with my full name associated with it included in that chain mail. SO embarrassing, but it motivated me to put up firewalls between my professional and personal online personas and to be more mindful of which accounts I use for which purposes. Hard lesson to learn. Maybe I need an experienced escort to mentor ME! hahahaha