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^^^^^^ THIS. This is what makes TOB the best damned board in the whole USA. Can only find this kind of open communications between clients and providers in the 51st State, eh, where people are just a tad more kind and gentle.

The nerve! The nerve! I'm so shy and introverted it's a big deal for me to ask for a reference from a lady.... just sayin'.

"Whatever gets you through the night, is all right, is all right." - Little known band from Liverpool, UK

There's whole class of anesthesia drugs called "hypnotics" that are used today. The simple reason is that a higher percentage of patients that are rendered unconscious with "general" anesthesia never wake up, or in medical / legal mumbo jumbo speak, "experience complications with anesthesia". There's a reason why they have you sign the 8+ pages of legalese AFTER they start the IV drip with the "sedative" - basically, you sign your rights away, including having your next of kin sue the MDs and the hospital if they screw up and kill you.... I caught my Neurosurgeon's boo-boo in his boiler plate legal document as it required my initials waiving my rights in the case of "unintentional medical damage to the fetus."... I asked the nurse how long Dr. About To Cut Me Open had used this form, and she said, "18 years plus." I then asked her how many pregnant males lost their babies during surgery. She admitted that she'd never read that form, and nobody in 18+ years ever pointed that out.... I may have been high, but I was still OCD! Some surgeons are just plain sadists. I had a heart attack. I passed out on my living room floor from the worst of it, but regained consciousness unassisted. I was cracking jokes with the EMTs all the way to the ER. The ER staff had to run blood work to verify I HAD a heart attack as I was conscious, lucid, and the EKG was normal. Then in runs Dr. "I just put crab cakes on the grill." (That's how he introduced himself!) who proceeds to slice a 3" window in my right femoral artery WITHOUT ANY ANESTHESIA. I've been in plenty of pain in my mis-spent life, but this was pain cubed. I didn't make a sound, but saw a hurried injection into my IV and remember thinking, "Please, please, yes, .... ahhhh." It was ketamine, and I was on the floating on the ceiling, watching this ass clown MD cut on my body. Then he asked, "Are you awake?" I replied, "Yes". He said, "You didn't scream. They always scream." In my very high but perfectly logical mind on a sticky on the wall, I thought, "You bastard. You do this to ALL of your conscious patients?" And I started screaming my head off until I was hoarse. I then asked him, "Did you get off yet, 'cause I can't keep this up all day! And they did tell you I'm in because of a heart attack, not a colonoscopy, so could you please take the garden hose out of my ass, and thank you for warming it up first." Well, the whole ER was losing it, everyone was laughing their asses off, some of them had to leave the ER OR and I could hear them laughing in the hall. Found out later that the ER staff had reported this hack to Medical Review because he liked to cut people open before anesthesia AS A PRACTICE, and some of his patients / victims had very real post-op trauma over it. That evening, hospital HR came to "interview" me and I told them I was so confused because of the drugs and couldn't remember everything (bullshit, I could quote everything said and done verbatim) and I asked them what medical procedure was done on me, and was it standard medical practice to shove a long, hard object up the patient's rectum during heart stent placement. They got real quiet and asked for the attending MD to respond to my room, STAT, and he said that they were going to take "samples" from my rectum. I got all indignant and yelled, "WAS I RAPED WHILE I WAS SEDATED, UNDERGOING SURGERY?" and everyone got all, "Calm down, calm down." and I told them, "Calm down, hell, I want the (local PD) sexual assault team in my room, and they were the only ones who were going to "sample" anything from my ass - it's called evidence of a sexual assault!" A few days later, I found out that Dr. Likes-His-Crab-Cakes-To-Scream had his operating privileges revoked at that hospital. A couple weeks later he was dismissed from staff, about the time my rape kit came back negative. I ran into the ER OR Lead RN at the supermarket (male, former Sandbox Trauma Medic) and he said, "Yeah, we were all trying to get Dr. Sorry Ass Excuse for a Human Being fired. No excuse for how he was making patients suffer. Gotta hand it to you, man. You almost had me believing that the Doc was slipping the salami to you during surgery. Thanks!" Anesthesiologists (who are also MDs) are just as screwed up. I was undergoing the first of two ocular lens replacements, and specifically told Dr. "I've seen thousands of patients" to not go by my height / weight BMI to calculate my dose, as I have an unusually fast metabolism and I would wake up in the middle of having my dominant eye cut open and the lens vacuumed out of my head. He said, "sure, sure." and sure, sure, I woke up just after my eye doc cut my eye open with a laser. I remember her telling me in pre-op that some people have a bad reaction to the anesthesia and start moving, so if anything happened, just wiggle my fingers BUT DON'T MOVE YOUR HEAD OR BLINK. I stayed stone still as she sucked the lens out of my eye and the world turned into a milkshake, inserted the new lens with a hypodermic needle, unwrapped it like a flour tortilla, and rotated it so it corrected my astigmatism. I was like, "Oh wow, man, this is so much better than any trip I took in the 70's!" In post - op, I told my eye doc that she needed to find another Anesthesiologist before my next scheduled surgery in 6 days. She asked me why, and I told her that Dr. "I've-seen-thousands-of-patients" didn't listen to me and under dosed me so I woke up right after she cut my eye open. She replied, "You WERE AWAKE FOR THE WHOLE PROCEDURE?!?!?!" I then quoted her verbatim the discussion she had with her Surgical Assistant right down to the degrees of rotation she applied to the new lens to fine tune my new vision. Her pupils dilated and the blood drained from her face, and she said, "You were awake for all of that? Why didn't you say something?" I replied, "You told me not to move, so I didn't. Please make sure that next week we have a new nighty - night MD. I don't want us to go through that again." The next week I had a just - out - med - school fresh "nighty-night" MD who took notes on everything I said, right down to the beverage I preferred in post - op recovery (ginger ale, not shaken nor stirred). I have no recollection of anything after he administered the initial dose. I assume I survived the procedure. MD's are people, just like any and all people. Some of them are OK, some are great, some suck all the oxygen out of the room. I betcha they all crap sitting down and put on their scrubs one leg at a time. I avoid hospitals and anesthesia to this very day. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

I think Jeff Beck recorded this in the last millennia... not sure, blew my eardrums out about the same time, can't make out lyrics anymore. Does anyone else think that Billie Eilish sounds like a perv phone call? What was the subject?

WhatApp, Telegram,... no bueno for the hobby. Y'all need to stop reading US based news feeds and start reading real news. Reuters, AP, and the BBC apps are all free and are chock full of news why Google, WhatsApp and Telegram are no so good choices. C'mon folks. It's just basic sitrep intel, open sourced and free. (Yes, I used the word intel on purpose. No, I'm not a bot... not a bot... not a bot...) C:\ FORMAT

DO NOT GO TO THE DOM REP. A close friend of mine recently retired after 40 + years in the HUMINT field. For his final duty station, his superiors thought they'd screw with him and gave him a choice of the 'Stan for the 3rd time (he was in his early 60's) or the Dom Rep. Much to their surprise, he took the 'Stan and told them to stick the Dom Rep. He rolled 3 Toyota HiLux pickups on his last tour (local vehicle of choice), and had to have my neurosurgeon do a complete nerve block on his right leg from the pain when he got back. When I asked him about his life choices, he replied, "No f*ckin way would I ever go back to the Dom Rep." He got 50% disability for loss of his right leg function, and 25% for his PTSD, so currently he's collecting 175% of his retirement. I never found out what happened to him in the Dom Rep. I never even knew he was ever there until I got a postcard from the 'Stan, saying he's be there for the next 2 - 4 years.

So WhatApp is now using the same E2EE open source encryption as Signal - but they still capture all of your data and never addressed the Pegasus hack - Not in a hurry to put WhatsApp on any of my devices... https://apnews.com/article/privacy-encryption-signal-whatsapp-9faf31ed3411bc5b7cab0647b4ab224d

Haven't had any issues using it to communicate with ladies so far. The issue is convenience (Google Voice, WhatsApp, etc.,) versus privacy. Most of my out of country contacts use only Signal, because they want to keep their business their business. Most of the responses I get from them are, "Wow! I wish I knew about this a long time ago! Now I can stop using (fill in the blank)!" You can have messages auto delete after a certain amount of time, you can delete messages off your device and the recipient's device (time limited), and you can delete incoming and outgoing messages off your device (and Signal's servers) long after you've sent it or received them.

I've been in the "hobby" since the early 2000's and I don't partake nearly as much as I used to, unless I'm traveling to one of my favorite out of country destinations. Yes, a lot of people who gave me good advice and helped me from walking off the hobby cliff in the dark are no longer with us, and I miss their wisdom and "been there" humor. P411 isn't worth a fraction of it's annual membership now. When Gina owned it, "companions" that acted badly found themselves booted off, no coming back. Now, they accept anyone with a Government ID and don't care how they behave afterwards. I just find the "hobby" much more civil and respectful in older, settled countries that have legalized or at the very least, decriminalized it. As long as it is criminalized, gangs, cartels, the Mafia, whomever will find it profitable to pursue. I'm not an open eyed idealist - I know that organized crime operates in every country on Earth. But there are just some countries where truly Independent ladies can openly advertise and be particular (as am I) as to whom they CHOOSE to see and how long, and don't have to worry about being extorted by a gang or the "law"... As a society, we are still running around in diapers. We have so much yet to learn, but think we know it all. The degree of arrogance in the US just dumbfounds me.

I always look the lady in the eyes and ask, "We're both adults, so no harm, no foul. Straight up. Would you like to see me again?" And then I STFU and listen.

Nothing tops the doo-doo in the toilet. Maybe she was trolling for brown shower fans?

Depends on the mood or the vibe the lady is trying to set. If's she's fit, a running top and yoga shorts or pants with no makeup are just as sexy as sheer stockings and stilettos and appropriate smoke show makeup. I always have text / email comms and prefer a short phone conversation prior to meeting a new lady (yeah, I'm a Boomer, we like to look each other in the eyes and talk in the first person present tense) so she has a good idea of what trips my trigger. It also tells me how serious she takes her communications and what she picks up about me - in some cases, what I wasn't even aware that I was communicating. I don't do well with providers that text or update their social media feeds during "our" time.

Dancing the Argentine Tango anywhere but in the US. Everywhere else in the world (that I've gone to, Europe, Latin America, Canada, etc.) they dance in close embrace. In the US, with our phobias and fears, we reject the partner when the dance starts by dancing in open embrace. Yes, close embrace is intimate (you can feel your partner breathing and their heartbeat), and it can be sexually charged, but there is no expectation that you're going to get a room at the end of the night. I've learned to enjoy the moment for what it is - two strangers in close physical contact hearing and responding in unison to the music. No need for words - you let your embrace, your body, and the steps communicate what you are hearing and feeling. It's not a young person's dance.