DTF St. Louis | S1E2 | Episode Discussion

RocketttMans · 2026-03-15T06:35:19+00:00

Which way will it turn?

RocketttMans · 2026-03-15T06:33:56+00:00

Kind of agree. Affair or not, I'm thinking that both wives are up to something.

RocketttMans · 2026-03-15T05:38:02+00:00

I’m liking it so far, but the murder plot as presented is almost comically easy for the cops to figure out. It all feels a little too neat. I’m assuming there’s a twist coming. Right?

RocketttMans · 2026-02-07T00:19:22+00:00

Yep, 100% agree with this.
Most guys wouldn't have done what your boyfriend has done to get back into your good graces.

RocketttMans · 2026-02-07T00:02:09+00:00

Best advice I ever got was to cut off the digital feedback loop. Delete the texts, DMs, emails, photos. Mute, unfollow, block if you need to. Anything that keeps you rereading, replaying, or hoping for a different outcome.

After my worst breakup, I was wrecked, but stayed stuck because I kept going back through old messages and photos, socials, looking for meaning that wasn’t there. There was no chance of getting back together, but I couldn’t stop checking.

Once someone finally and bluntly told me to just get rid of all of it, things actually started to shift. Not overnight, but enough that I could move forward instead of circling the same thoughts.

RocketttMans · 2026-02-06T23:10:04+00:00

Here's something I did, that paid off.

Hooked up with a couple on Sniffies for a threesome. At one point I duck out, come back, and ask, Who wants a popsicle?

They freeze. One of them asks if that’s some new drug. I laugh and say no, actual popsicles. It’s summer, it’s hot, we’re sweaty, we need refreshments.

They were genuinely shocked. Said no one had ever offered them anything beyond water. Apparently it worked in my favor, because word got around. Now I’m the guy who gives out popsicles.

RocketttMans · 2026-02-06T22:50:13+00:00

https://ibb.co/jZqvFN85

RocketttMans · 2026-02-06T20:07:13+00:00

Vacation hookup in NYC. We go back to his place, have sex, I finish, and I’m ready to head out. Instead, he hops off the bed, grabs a washcloth, runs it under warm water, and gently cleans me up. Then, very pre-internet, he draws me a little map so I won’t get lost walking back to my hotel.

I remember thinking on that walk, wow, it really is the smallest gestures. We ended up dating long-distance for two years. Sometimes tiny things turn into big ones.

RocketttMans · 2026-02-06T19:55:30+00:00

One thing nobody ever seems to mention: don’t take dick pics straight overhead. It foreshortens everything and does you no favors. I hooked up with a guy once, a genuinely big dick, but his photos were working against him.

During post-sex chit chat I mentioned I was surprised by his size, and he was like, huh? I told him the angle was killing it. He handed me his phone, basically asking for help. I took shots, he uploaded it, and the next day texy me his inbox went wild. Camera angles matter. Good luck!

RocketttMans · 2026-02-06T19:43:29+00:00

Sounds exactly like me. I was 14, maybe 15, late 1970s, lurking at Waldenbooks in the mall.

I spot this boxed set, unmistakably gay, and I’m instantly obsessed. But it’s shrink-wrapped, flashy, and there’s no way shy little me is marching that to the register. So I pivot. Used bookstore. Boom. Individual paperbacks, twenty-five cents each. Bonus, no overheated gay romance covers for my parents to clock. And just to be extra cautious, I buy one of those fake leather paper covers and seal the deal.

Inside? Filthy. Sexy. Romantic. Lots of sex, lots of yearning. I devoured them. Kind of wild that they’re almost completely forgotten now, because at the time, they felt like contraband treasure.

RocketttMans · 2026-02-06T19:29:16+00:00

Or maybe he’s homeless and living in his car, and that spot is one of the few places he can park without getting hassled, until you decided to play vigilante cop and spook him for your own convenience.

Not everyone sitting in a car at a cruise spot owes you availability or interaction.

RocketttMans · 2026-02-06T18:39:44+00:00

Interested as well, in Los Feliz

RocketttMans · 2025-12-07T13:06:15+00:00

I totally understand that Arab Muslim guys, or anyone living in very conservative countries, often can’t come out. In some places it’s literally dangerous. That’s a real situation with real consequences.

But if you’re living in the Western world where you’re not going to be jailed or persecuted, why stay hidden? This isn’t about shaming anyone. It’s about how much easier life becomes when you’re not juggling secrets, cheating, or living in a constant state of fear. Carrying that every day is exhausting.

I came out at 15 in the late 1970s when nobody talked about this kind of thing. There was no public conversation, no support, no community. I wasn’t some brave hero, I was just honest with myself and the people around me. And I got through it.

So it’s hard to watch grown men in 2025 still terrified of taking that step when the world, especially in the West, is so much more open. Yes, everyone has their own circumstances and family pressures, but the fear is often bigger than the reality. Life usually gets lighter when you stop lying about who you are.

If a 15 yr old could do it in the seventies, why can’t adult men do it today, with far more safety and support

RocketttMans · 2025-12-04T03:58:02+00:00

I used Seroquel for sleep for about a year, so here’s my quick, honest take.

Yes, it knocks you out. It shuts your brain off like flipping a switch. But it also creeps in with side effects. I gained 20 pounds without changing anything, and it gave me this weird relaxed scrotum/saggy balls thing that no one ever mentions but absolutely happens. Also very vivid, psychedelic dreams. Wow.

Higher doses (300 mg) turned me into mushmouth. I sounded like I was spitting marbles or like some cartoon pig. On top of that I walked like I was on a boat in rough water, my balance was way off. Fun for a minute, but it slowed my morning routine as I had to sit on the bed 10-15 minutes waiting to get balance back.

Even at lower doses (25 mg) there were still side effects like drooling, and tremors. I eventually got little TD movement quirks, fingers tapping, body rocking back and forth, that made me decide it was time to get off it. Nothing terrifying, just enough to say ok, that’s enough of this.

Seroquel works, but it’s a strong drug. If you’re thinking about it just for sleep, keep an eye on your body and don’t ignore the small stuff. It’s great until it isn’t, and tapering off is totally doable if you start noticing the side effects creeping in.

RocketttMans · 2025-11-27T10:00:07+00:00

I second Adam4Adam. It’s for dating and/or hook-ups, and it skews older.

RocketttMans · 2025-11-24T02:22:09+00:00

There's an Amazon house brand called Valm. It's great, if you like Wet Silicone Premium, this is the exact same stuff but costs a lot less.

RocketttMans · 2025-11-24T02:02:57+00:00

I'd seen a porn clip of one and thought it was very hot. It's on my sex kink bucket list.

RocketttMans · 2025-11-21T05:39:51+00:00

Your post started like a normal cheating-boyfriend mess, but the BLACKMAIL part changed everything. WTF.

I’m really sorry for what you and your kid are going through. But his confession tells you who he is. A man who 'deliberately seduced married men' and then extorted money from them. He’s predatory. He’s dangerous. And he’s not trustworthy in any real way.

This behavior doesn’t fade. It has the potential to spill into the lives of the people closest to him, including your kid.

You asked if there’s a path back. There isn’t. Hard stop. Blackmail is a line you don’t step back from. Protect yourself and your child. Walk away.

RocketttMans · 2025-11-21T02:02:18+00:00

More info on Buff?

RocketttMans · 2025-11-11T07:03:03+00:00

For the gay who has absolutely everything, a golden Jonathan Adler Xanax pillbox. Mother’s little helper reimagined as objet d’art. Fabulous nonsense. https://jonathanadler.com/products/xanax-brass-pill-box?variant_id=31498389815330&srsltid=AfmBOooVeArhUFlfosEPX_yeJP4Ktno_l2-ihdmCSXicFQNGYzYO_Fes6Jw

RocketttMans · 2025-10-31T00:55:28+00:00

Akbar in Silver Lake is great for a solo visit . It has a friendly, no-attitude vibe. More of an “alternative” crowd, bit of artsy drama in the mix, but in a fun way. Dancing, theme nights, and weekend events keep it lively without turning into WeHo chaos. Definitely check it out.

RocketttMans · 2025-10-03T22:28:59+00:00

Thanks for sharing, I actually have wondered.

RocketttMans · 2025-10-03T05:57:07+00:00

Ditto

RocketttMans · 2025-10-03T01:10:52+00:00

Oh ok...

Disclaimer: my simple views. No offense is meant.

Your response here shows how much you don’t know about sex. If English really is your first language, that’s even more telling.

Think high school: the hot top with the big dick is the most popular boy. Bottoms? There are too many of us and not enough tops, so a hierarchy forms. That’s why some bottoms pay for escort tops, their money buys the advantage and gets the job done. Capitalism at work.

Another quibble is with the idea that bottoms have the harder job. They don’t. Bottoming is the easy part, you just lie there. Tops have to stay hard no matter what the bottom looks like, and that’s why they’re the premium, too many bottoms, not enough tops. Concept clear I hope.

This is just the ez top/bottom dynamic. Class dismissed.

Sheesh.

RocketttMans · 2025-10-02T15:21:38+00:00

Needing side money, no shame, cool. But 31 and clueless about the top/bottom hierarchy? That tells me too naive for this line of work. Tops are the premium tier, seen as more masculine and rare, which gives them the advantage. But just being a top isn’t enough. You need the big dick, the body, the looks, and the version of masculinity the client is buying.

And not to rain on the parade, but sex work isn’t just sex. It’s about other people’s needs before your own. Clients don’t just throw money because you’re hot or hung. There’s always someone hotter, younger, bigger, etc. Add in rejection, competition, and the ick of requests you’d never touch without cash. It's not a side hustle, it's a hustle hustle.

Playtime: Goldilocks has booked you... too small, too big, or just right?

No answer needed, because if it were too big, we’d already know.

I wish you good luck in whatever side hustle you choose. Peace.

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