First off, Moon's av of 'Killer' is just to die for (I'm a cat lover, so sue me). :D
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Come on guys be a little more sensitive and understanding. They are ladies, treat them as such
Yet, as nature made us, we are guys and we picture them in oversized team t-shirts with a beer in one hand and a condom in the other asking
"Izzit half-time yet?". :roll:
I see what both sides are saying though, and I'm glad Vanessa posted this thread. While it is nice to see one of the gurls having a fine day enjoying her life (They do have them, you know), it also shows that there was someone out there who stepped beyond the boundaries of the norm and treated her to and shared this most wonderful day.
I've been out and about with gurls since Gawd was a pup. In the 'old' days (And there were so many of them), they were chance meetings in odd venues (Gay Pride parades, bookstores, development conferences) and in recent times there were meetings from these forums. I've never treated them any differently than I've treated anyone else (Or so I believe. Only they could say for sure). How they see me may be skewed by the fact that I had a major breakdown in the late 1990s (Triggered by my last GG lover) and really don't fare well in public venues. What, to me, is a discomfort with the public at large for no more reason than the fact that they =ARE= the public at large, may appear differently to a gurl that doesn't know me very well.
Yet, when I spend time with a gurl it is as often to spend time with =her= as with the sum of her parts. There's no denying that I like the she-cock and there's at least a couple of gurl's here on HA that were afraid they'd lose it to me, I was so enthusiastic, but you can't have a conversation with a dick. Assholes don't tell the best jokes (Unless it's your boss, then you're just faking that laugh). And big tits can't chitty-chat about the weather and cats and flowers and old cars.
Yah, it's hard to 'date' an escort. As hard as it is for an escort to date a 'potential client'. Been there, done that. My first true 'girlfriend' was a street whore in Boston. A far cry from being an 'escort', the friendship/relationship presented challenges that I'd not wish on my worst enemies. Yet, when things got rough she'd call me and knew I'd always show. Yah, there was sex, but the relationship was always more than that, and I was happy to see her grow and move on to a better life.
Is your lady an escort? So what?
Is she a T-gurl? So?
Is she a Republican? Er...Never mind, I don't wanna travel that road.
Do you like her? Dare I say it? 'Love her'?
Take her to the zoo! Take her to the Museum of Science and Industry! Take her to Wrigley for a NIGHT GAME (They have lights now!).
And when people look at you, you know they are thinking
"Now, =there= is a couple that is enjoying their life!".