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Enough already...no more speculations, or arguing ..this has been beat to death..people are going to do,say what they want anyway...so enough. Enough damage has been done. So let's all move on to brighter and better things.

I believe in boobies, Harvey's hamburgers, and small block Chevy V8 engines. I believe in gin in the summer and scotch in the winter. I believe in free universal health care, the infield shift and the continuous regeneration of an Irish liver. I believe in doing what's right, not what's easy. I believe Bob Dylan, Jack White and Mick Jagger are the musical equivalent of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. The Beatles were apostles and the Eagles; Judas. I believe that the "state has no business in the bedrooms of the nation," and that what happens between two or more consenting adults should not bother anyone else. Nor is it anyone's business what you smoke, snort or swallow in the privacy of your own home as long as you are being responsible. Roasted veal stock is a miracle liquid. The only sound I respond to more than a cork popping is a aroused moan escaping from a set of lascivious lips. If you have to wake up before 5, you might as well just stay up. I believe in apologizing when you're wrong. I believe that a lady comes first, whether through a doorway or in the bedroom. I believe in long wet sloppy blowjobs, morning-after sex and heads banging off headboards. There's nothing sexier than a woman telling you she'll "think of you" next time she masturbates. And little less sexy than a man saying that to a woman. If you are a Yankees fan we probably can't be friends. It's easier to be friendly than spiteful although grudges are easy to keep and hard to reverse. I believe in occasionally pushing past your limits to see what you can really do, that organization is the enemy of creativity and that "somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness." Wrinkle-free shirts are a godsend and french cuffs are a cheap way to experience luxury. I believe in aisle seats and no checked luggage. Skinny jeans for guys, cell phones in pockets and laptops are going to have dramatic effects on sperm counts. "I believe in nothing, Lebowski!" We all pay for sex at some point; some of us just don't recognize the exchange. Never self identify as a Deadhead, Phishhead or a Parrothead. Nothing is as bad as it seems, until it happens to you. It's not a good album if it's not better in the car, although everything's better on vinyl. NEVER COOK BACON NAKED. I believe in blues based rock and the Bo Diddley Beat. I believe in the Best Bums thread, the Redhead Appreciation Group and the "Variation on the favourite song threads" thread. I believe in the oxford comma, two spaces after a period, and the futura font. I believe in breakfast beers, brunch caesars and two cocktail lunches. If you agree with everything in this post, you're a liar. If you believe in 80% you're probably nuts. But that's ok, because I believe in respectful debate. Finally, I believe that CERB is the best board of it's kind, and I believe that time and patience will heal all wounds.

I am only half way thru the thread, but if I may just suggest here, that perhaps the voting is more about teaching a lesson to the sps for questioning certain things not just about the nominations but about what the poll was meant to be for. Really something just seems off about this. I think that she became a symbol, yes, but not for those reasons, that's all. It really seemed to be a mean spirited way of sticking it to the long term true contributors. Anyone can post ads and send pretty notes. In fact, anyone can, it doesn't actually have to be the sp herself who does any of that, its all marketing. But to come out and post publically, voice an opinion, rant or rave about something, show a true personality and not just a fawning or soothing one (god forbid something said hurts business kind of mealy mouthed mumblings lol), that is someone worth voting for. That is someone who furthers the policies and personality of what cerb is all about. There are a lot of advertising sites, let the ones who are solely concerned about advertising and marketing themselves shine on those sites, and let this one reward the ones who don't shy away from controversy or silliness. note: as I say, I posted this mid-thread, and since have read a number of postings. Nothing changes my belief that Emily was an unfortunate pawn in a rather unpleasant attempt to make the award potentially meaningless. Further posts simply confirm this, that's all. I think in light of the controversy I would have been really swayed from this had Emily withdrawn herself, rather than come to the point of her being removed. That would have impressed me. I don't blame her for being nominated, with nothing posted and less than 2 months here, no reputation whatsoever. I am not impressed by the long term members who chose to re-interpret the rules of the award to nominate someone who really had nothing to show why she should be nominated and why anyone should be voting for her. That is the point people seem to deliberately want to ignore. How on earth, other than by kind of shady means, does someone with zero history here, get to a place where they have as many votes as a long term respected reputable and valuable CONTRIBUTOR on this site. That that other nominees may have had a few arguments along the way, does that account for the multitude of votes for an unknown nominee? Someone turned this poll into a joke, it wasn't Emily, it wasn't any of the other top 4 contenders. It wasn't Emily who put her name on this list, and it wasn't Emily running around pming other members to let them know about the poll and to come and vote. Makes one wonder, that's all, was there an agenda here? People who knew full well what this kind of poll was for put her there. They knew it was a recogniition of real board contributions, and would obviously be for a long term sp member with a public presence that everyone would have gotten to know. I find that very disappointing that someone would choose this poll for this kind of thing.

Greetings fellow CERBians. I speak to you today, not as your president (we don't have one), not as the most popular member (that ship has sailed)... just as a guy who cares about this place. We have found ourselves over the past few days witnessing our own version of 9/11. We have endured and are enduring a crisis of the value of membership, the value of participation and the value of being who we are. Let's not quibble over the purpose of this site. It is an Escort Recommendation Board. That's what the big banner in the top left corner says. We all joined for one of two reasons. Either we are a consumer and as such wish to interact with providers, read recommendations and then book appointments with said provider(s) OR we are providers and as such wish to interact with our clients, provide consumer information about availability, prices and services, and ultimately book appointments to provide services to the consumer. Bare bones, that's what this site is all about. We have become a community as a result of the tireless efforts of the many. That community is in jeopardy as a result of the capricious efforts of the few. This is NOT an us against them, penis vs vagina, male vs female community. Some have tried to turn it into that. None of us should be using this community to exert POWER. It is not about politics, it is not about any kind of "ism." This community is at its absolute BEST when we treat each other as equals and enjoy playful banter without being stigmatized. I suggest that we have two camps that wish to fight a small battle regardless of the innocent casualties incurred. While I see the merits in both arguments, THIS IS NOT A BATTLEGROUND NOR IS IT A PLACE TO FORWARD YOUR OWN POLITICAL AGENDA. I still have hope that we can return to what we once were, that we can again become a lively community where no one will fear causing offence to others. My CERB will always be a welcoming place where people can have naughty fun; it is my hope that yours can and will be as well. OD 10/9/11 @1:34 pm

Oh boy....this day again! I was on leave with my wife, we were in St Ives, England surfing for two weeks. I had just returned from my second tour of Kosovo only a few weeks before. My wife had decided to go shopping, rather than join me after lunch for some mid afternoon surfing...remember there is a five hour time difference between here and England. I was having a grand old time, the surf was spectacular, it was sunny and warm. I had come off a bit of a wipe out, and was getting ready to turn around and paddle back out to catch another wave, when I could see my wife on the beach frantically waving her arms. I thought to myself, how badly does she want to get a pint...it was mid-afternoon after all! As I got closer to shore, I knew something was seriously wrong. My wife was never the type to panic or freak out over anything, and she had look of terror on her face. She ran out in to the water a few feet to meet me, grabbed me and all she said was " something terrible is happening!". She started to run to the little pub by the beach, I was hopping trying to get my shoes on! By the time I got to the pub, both towers were on fire by this point. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. We'd been in those towers just a year before on a trip to New York, my Father is an architect and he had taught me to appreciate what a building can mean to a city. Both my wife and I knew this was not an accident, it was all too obvious as to what was happening. As the first tower started to fall, she grabbed me and put her arms around me tighter than she ever had before, she was crying...then she looked up at me and said, "I'll miss you". Her instincts were telling her that we were going to war again...she knew I'd be one of the first to go. My heart goes out to all those who were taken from their loved ones that day. It also goes out to the families who lost their loved ones in the aftermath of 9/11. In Afganistan to date 2,627 Coalition forces have been killed and over 16,000 wounded. 380 killed in Afganistan were from the UK...so many were my friends. This is on top of the 2,977 killed on 9/11 alone and more than 6,000 injured. What a terrible loss of life, what a waste of life. My ex-wife called me this morning just to talk about it, she knew everything we both lost because of 9/11, including each other. I told her, 10 years on and I hope everyone can now put this day to rest, it's time now to move on.

Despite the fact today is the anniversary of 9/11 and the focus today will be on remembering those events, one piece of good news to wake up to was the fact that Kienan Hebert who was abducted from his family home earlier this week was returned home to his family, safe and sound! http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/story/2011/09/11/missing-boy-found.html?cmp=googleeditorspick http://ottawa.ctv.ca/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20110911/missing-bc-boy-found-safe-110911/20110911/?hub=OttawaHome

How time flies. I've been on this board for about four years now but I've only started posting in earnest about a year ago. It's taken me this long to reach a hundred posts, of which this is that centenary number. To mark the occasion, I've written a tale that is truly fitting in that it couldn't have been written without my being here on CERB. Enjoy, my dear readers. -- bb ................................................................................................ Long ago, I was in one of my peculiar moods. I wanted something different. Something out of the usual for me. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted tattoos, piercings, ink writ large on a hot body and an angel's face. I wanted a crazy time with an alt girl. I found what I was looking for right away. She had bright, unnaturally red hair and creamy white skin. And of course, she had many tattoos and piercings. I dug deeper, and found her posts showing her spirited and spunky side. I read on into the night and knew I had to meet her. She would be my walk on the wild side, a suicide grrl that would give my the fun fun fun times I was looking for. But when I finally walked through her door, it was fun of a slightly different flavor. Oh, I wasn't quite as anonymous to her as I had thought I would be. She had read me like a book, as soon as she set eyes on me. She knew what I really wanted even better than I did. And without a word, she slipped that pierced tongue into my mouth, and we kissed tenderly like long-lost lovers. I hesitated for a moment, then changed gears. I was gentle, undressing her slowly, kissing every inch of that inked skin. I discovered her paint, read her personal credos, explored every piercing delicately with my fingertips and tongue. When I finally entered her, it was the homecoming for a place I never knew I missed. We lay back, afterwards, nestled snuggly between her sheets. I intertwined my fingers with hers and we chatted for a time. I looked at her tattoos one at a time, touching each one for emphasis as we talked. They told the story of her life, vignettes rendered in multicolored ink, and every one had a special meaning. She was genial and good natured, until I reached *the* tattoo. I felt her tense up as I ran my fingertips over it and I felt the tiny ripple of scar tissue. I saw the uncomfortable flicker in her eyes and changed the subject then, in the best way I knew how. I kissed her, softly, sensually. Too soon, it was time for me to go. I thought about her for days afterwards, closing my eyes and remembering her soft touch, her gentle kiss, the feel of her hard metal on my tongue. I called her and she was glad to hear from me. And soon enough I was in her arms, tasting those kisses, stroking her fine fine inked skin. We lay back afterwards. Her tattoos fascinated me, and I stroked and kissed each one of them in turn. I glanced down at the tattoo on the inside of her wrist. The tiny ripple of scar tissue it covered was barely visible in the dim light. I looked at her for a moment, then took her hand in mine. I traced her fingertip on the ridges of scar tissue barely visible on the suntanned skin on the inside of the wrist. My own wrist. "I have one too." She looked at me in surprise, then opened her mouth to say something and thought better of it. "I was young." I tensed as she ran her fingers along the scar and looked more closely. It was a little souvenir from the lowest point of the most trying years of my life. It was a small scar, barely visible. The plastic surgeon was a good one and most people didn't notice it unless I pointed it out. I remembered the blood, the wild ambulance ride, waking up bandaged with my family and friends around me. But that was just the proverbial tip of the iceberg. Sometimes the scars and the tales that are most meaningful are on the inside, not scattered in Technicolor memories on your skin. She watched me for a moment. I could tell she was thinking. She held me close then, soft kisses, her warmth and gentle perfume wafting close. She reached down and started to stroke my cock and in spite of the intensity of the moment I started to get hard. She climbed aboard, slipping me inside her. She was warm and she was tight, and she held me down as she started to ride me hard. I forgot about.. well whatever it was I was thinking about. I was getting close. I rolled her off of me, mounted her doggie. I rammed her hard, again and again. My eyes were squinched tight not only in the mad fury of the moment but also to hold back the tears. I pulled out and sprayed my fear, my pain, my years of regret all over the elaborate tattoo on the small of her back. I looked up to see her watching me. She mumbled something in that cute accent of hers and ran off, returning with a towel. Huh. It's funny, I thought. This is what I thought I was looking for at the beginning of all this, and yet it came when I was least expecting it. Sometimes true intimacy starts in this world, not with a gentle kisses and caresses but with something wild and rough. For it's only when you trust, that you truly let go. And sometimes what awaits you is not quite what you expected. Something special happened then. We shared not just the good, but the worst that had happened with each other. Our stories spilled out of each other. Every wonderful, sordid, evil detail. We held each other close, each wanting to shield the other from the world. We met into the fall and winter, sharing our lives, our love, our little tales. But sometimes you can become too close. Sometimes you can share too much. And in the end, the hurt and the pain that we had shared with each other defined our relationship and pushed us apart. Because some secrets are too big, too horrible to be contained in more than one heart. I think about her sometimes, my inked beauty, and wonder where she is and how she is doing. But she left me one gift I'll always treasure. Sometimes when I'm feeling lonely or sad I'll feel the faint white scars on my wrist with my fingertips and it'll make me think of her. She had taken away the bad memories and shame that those lines meant to me and replaced them with memories of her instead. I dream then of her smile, her pale creamy skin, her pierced tongue on mine. I smile back at her memory. And everything is alright in the world again.

Ten years ago I was still in the corporate world. That morning I was interrupted by a phone call telling me to go to CNN.com. No other information. Just go. I went. I watched in horror as those events played out. When I could take no more, I sat and wept on the entrance steps. Some coworkers came and asked me what was wrong. They'd been on a sales call and had not heard the news. "They're killing my people." That was all I could say. I am American. Should you want to, I can discuss politics and policies all day long about that day or anything else. But the root event of that day? I still weep when I go there. Like now. One thing cheers me about that day. I feel immense gratitude and pride in my adopted country for the actions Canada and Canadians took that day in receiving the thousands of airline passengers and treating them well. Yin and yang.

I believe I've written about this before. ;) ......................................................................................... Pooner Diaries: Belief (originally posted 9-21-2008 ) There are certain things I believe in. I believe in things of beauty. I believe in the sun setting through cirrus clouds at the end of a long day, casting long shadows amongst flashes of red, orange, and pink. I believe in the fine blonde hairs on the small of my lady's back as she stretches, naked, in the afternoon sun. I enjoy the alien beauty of a perfect white orchid, perched on its long and spindly stem. I believe in the real and enduring. I believe in the camaraderie of my good friends, any of whom would give me the shirt off of their backs. I believe in the sweat on my brow after a hard day working outside, the good ache in my shoulders and back after finishing a job. I savor seeing the fruits of my labour stretch out before me, the concrete and steel coming together to form structures that will endure if not the ages, at least the test of time. I believe in the simple. I believe in plain, forthright speaking. In saying what I mean, meaning what I say and expecting the same from others. Well written and clear instructions. My old Triumph motorcycle. The one which I can and have fixed with a screwdriver, an adjustable wrench and a prayer to the gods of Lucas. The coolness and clean satisfying taste of a cold beer after a long hot hard day. But most of all, I believe in the few things that are all three. I believe in my much beloved old bike, a thing of beauty in chrome and black. I believe in my pretty girlfriend, her faith and affection as solid and enduring as any brick or stone. She has an inner beauty to match her outer beauty. She's smart, she's funny. She's a woman of plain speaking, of simple tastes. Of simple cotton clothes, of her brilliant easy smile and large grey eyes. The light makeup, the sensible shoes she wears as she climbs on the back of my bike for a ride through the countryside and a hearty picnic. I believe in the way we think as one, the way we complete each other's sentences. These are the values that I hold dear. The values which I hold self-evident. These are the compass directions with which I steer through life. And knowing that, is why my hobby puzzles me. For you see, this hobby seems to carry few of these values. I've seen incredible outer beauty and grace. But so many times it's been only skin deep, a thin veneer over inner unsightliness and turmoil. I remember that pretty face that was forever on the edge of breaking into a contemptuous sneer. Another face, large liquid brown eyes with long lashes, thinly covering the deep vacuousness of the space behind them. Still another, full lips with a pleasant smile, distracting me from the words spoken from a dark heart. This hobby is a fantasy. A full-on, technicolor fantasy. As luscious, appealing, and as satisfying as the plastic sushi in the window of my favorite restaurant. I've played the GFE game again and again. It is a fiction spun from her imagination and my wishful thinking, as temporary and transitory as the flash of pleasure at the end of our time. I've somehow grown used to the idea of shallow companionship by the hour, meant to be used up and forgotten. I remember the narrow and constrained 'friendships' that I have so often developed, and only realized in those one hour chunks of time. On the face of it, it seems so simple. Just a simple exchange of cash for services. But there is a proscribed etiquette, a secrecy born of the need for discretion. The off-bounds topics of conversation, often making anything but light conversation difficult. So simple.. yet so complicated. My hobby is a rickety construct in the shadows, a straw house of twigs and branches. A movie set, beautiful on the side you can see, rough and temporary on the side you don't. Insubstantial to a man used to rock, stone, and steel. Waiting for a strong breeze of reality to topple it to the ground. Wondering if it will knock over that which is dear to me. Still, I know why I do this. I know that it fills a need. A need that I'm not having satisfied elsewhere. And I mostly choose not to think about the contradictions between this hobby and the rest of my life. But this is what I choose to do, of my own free will. And I do believe that some day, perhaps soon, I will stop. I will move on from this life. At least that is what I choose to believe.

I truly can't wait until this is over!! Hopefully we have all learned something and can move on from this drama. Good sincere luck to all the Nominees!! Big Hugs and Love, Lexy

I suggest you check the listings for the ladies in Thunder Bay. http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/forumdisplay.php?f=88

Thank you OLD DOG for starting this thread. Cerb is a fun place to work and play! Now let's cum together and make peace and forgive those who may have hurt us in the past couple of weeks! Let's work hard and play hard :) Angie ox

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Sweet baby jeebus... I highly doubt anyone is looking for any kind of opinion from me, but that's rarely stopped me, so here goes. I have paid absolutely no attention to this poll. Hopefully, the ladies don't take that as a slight; I just find what ultimately equates a popularity contest unpleasant and childish, and they always generate this kind of mess. I have been on this board since my birthday, this year. A single dude wanting to enjoy his birthday likely was part of the reason for joining, but an abiding interest in the adult industry and the personalities in it was a greater reason. I joined CERB because I find the topics discussed here, for the most part, fascinating. I would gladly make friendly with any of you over a cup of coffee and just chat. Since that is rarely offered, reading the threads is the next best thing. A few of the ladies in particular have provided me with interesting reading and generated good dialogue on this board. AngelaofOttawa tops my list, but that's just because we *did* have coffee. ;) All kidding aside, Samantha Evans, Angel Star, Malika, Charlotte, Nikki, Berlin, and *so* many others that I hope are not offended by not being named have provided insightful conversation for all of us to read and enjoy. That's why I still lurk here and occasionally inflict my version of insight into the threads. I have nothing against Emily. I would like to (nudge nudge wink wink). I like attractive young women with tattoos, and she seems to genuinely have a great personality. However, her contributions are one on one and out of the public eye. So, I can't speak to their value, though I'm sure they're great. If this poll is about individual, subjective opinion of one on one interactions, I don't think it's anything more than a popularity fiasco. The community is grown and nurtured by the public contributions that are made, despite the parallel value of what is shared privately between members. I can't learn from what I can't see. I'd love to learn more from Emily, as I'm sure many others would. I'm not voting because I think it would be an unintended slap to all those other wonderful and brave women who share their experiences with us openly, and I'd hate to be perceived that way.

A small group of strong wills, are bound to disagree on something from time to time. As long as we can restrain ourselves from "I am right and you are wrong" kind of tone, most people will pause and at least consider your point of view. There will, no doubt, be more disagreements to come. I see nothing alarming about a heated debate, as long as it is not vindictive.

http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/forumdisplay.php?f=104 RG

I think Emma said it best...

Something like this??? Poppy seed and peaches pancakes: And a side of warm peaches and whipped cream:

OMG! I will try to invented one of those giraffe. I don't care. I WANT ONE!

I think I don't even need to point it out. I believe that boobies will make everyone happy, even gay person. I believe that all boobies should pass in my hands and that I won,t share them I believe that the small of the back of a woman is extremely erotic I believe that tattoos are the greatest form of art

I tried to spend more then one day without anything...but it's too hard.I am young, so I always grew up with technology, even when I was travelling I was checking my emails, Cerb, FB 2 times a day. I am hook to it...and honestly I am fine with it

Crepe Suzette

I agree- tattoo's are exxxtremely sexy. They are like wearing your life story on the outside. Virgin skin is like an empty canvas waiting for a creation ;) xoxoxo

This is such an unfortunate and disturbingly frequent story. As others have shared we have seen for years the abuse of alcohol (and other things) among young people. I certainly had my risky experiences. Regrettably I expect these stories will continue. I generally lean to the right of issues and believe highly in individual accountability. We all have choices and for our wrongs we can always find ways to place ourselves in the 'victim' roles. We see a great deal of this in our court systems which drives me crazy. But I've also learned that society does have a role to play to try and minimize people from doing stupid things, even to themselves. These situations are complex in terms of responsibility as shown by the varying views but it also demonstrates that we are passionate to try and find solutions. I do hold servers (whether bars, friends, families) accountable for aiding those who are clearly beyond the point of consumption with more alcohol. At least then with 2 individuals who have choices to make you would hope that 1 of them would be wise. Finally, I feel for the students family and friends. Any life lost is sad, but when it's our youth, who have so much ahead of them, we all suffer. Cub

Went to starbucks and got a free Americano because the lady in front of me decided to pay for the next person. :D! god bless her and her random kind acts!

Thank you Kyra, for the well thought out post, however we do slightly view it differently. I appreciate your research and time you had put into it. I suppose I just see so much of this binging lately it makes sad and worried for so many of them. Just the other day, my GF and I were out, and this Young girl was falling down in a alleyway. She was so intoxicated she had no clue even where she lived! Alone in alleyway, 2pm...There was a group of equally drunk young men standing not far from her, all watching her, waiting for her to drop.I couldn't leave her there, so I invited her home with me for the night. Slept on my couch. I placed a note on the coffee table so if she woke she would not be scared, in the note explained how and why I found her. Let her know she was safe, not to be frightened. Later when she awoke, she was so embarrassed and so grateful I had taken her home. She said she will learn from that experience and I hope she really did.

I haven't seen this clip in years! thank you for that Samantha!

as always, you are a class act emma. thanks.

150... I'm thinking that somehow this should be part of the "How many times a week do you masturbate? " thread. :)

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I haven't been around a lot the last week or two so its sounds like I misses some really juicy stuff (wink). Cerb seems just fine to me ... I think the escort recommendation board portion of cerb is for the most part peacefully coexisting with the more social side of things. For the guys, you still see a bit of discussion of individual ladies on the cerb local boards and the reviews are pretty good. And there's a lot of fun stuff on the general discussion board including the occasional naughtier topics (yeah)!

A male friend of mine (purely platonic) exited a relationship not too long ago, and has confided in me that he is finding it very difficult to go from regular sex to no sex. In fact, he's been complaining about this for some time now. He knows what I do, and I suggested to him he contact an escort and even suggested Berlin (she is totally his type). He has the financial means to do so. He informed me that he "wasn't desperate enough to pay for it". Meanwhile he continues to complain about his situation while doing nothing to change it. With all the negativity that I've noted on the board lately, I wanted to throw out something positive and that's that I admire hobbiests for knowing what they want and going for it!

I actually never thought about the whole world of escorts or sex trade workers until I read this book called 'Paying For It: A Comic-Strip Memoir About Being a John' by Chester Brown. I read it because I like the cartoonist's other books, but it turned me on to this whole world. I really recommend this book. He goes through what a lot of you guys have mentioned in your posts. He details his final relationship with a real girlfriend and then his thought process as he becomes comfortable with idea of paying a professional and then the nervousness of meeting that first girl. He is open about his lifestyle with his friends, many of whom judge him for it. He has many debates with the people in his life and the book becomes a pretty good analysis of our concepts of romantic love and sex. Anyway, it was this book that got me to try this, and I am very glad I did. I guess I was in the same boat as many of you. I'd love to find true love. It would be great to find someone with whom I have a great rapport and fall in love, build a life together etc. But I kinda doubt that is going to happen for me. I'm a shy person, and with age it doesn't really get easier to meet new people. I also have standards. I have lots of friends who get into or stay in bad relationships simply to be with someone and it just seems so dishonest and miserable. I'm not like that. So being with escorts is an excellent way for me to experience intimacy and affection in a way that I find more honest.

You are very correct RG, I use a work verification ONLY if I feel I need more information (no reference, no board posts, no nothing). I do not feel I am asking for anything out of the ordinary. At the end of the day you cant put a price on your life. Someone who wants to cause a problem, wants to give as little detail as possible and basically come across as invisible. Even years ago when I manages a few ladies, I took the time and screened for them - that was the BEST thing I could ever do for them and the ladies thanked me for it . All ladies have some clients they will not see, if you dont screen even with the basics, how is that respecting the woman that works for you when you send her clients that she is not comfortable seeing? Not all agencies are bad, some even respect the ladies that work with them.... I know of 2 agencies in Toronto who have been more than helpful in providing me with references for gentlemen in the past, but they are the ONLY ones I will ever accept and agency reference from.

It is a small token of appreciation from the members of CERB, for your valued input into this community.

Well you did teach me a lesson, and I'm sure hundreds others who've read this thread so you are making a difference. Thank you.

This is probably, the most bothersome thread that I have ever seen on CERB, since I have been on this site. Talk about a warm welcoming for a new member. NOT ! I feel for you Emily for having to see the dark side of CERB. I am appalled that you were removed from the poll. Obviously, you have made an positive impact on quite a number of CERB members and thus is the reason that you were doing so well in the poll. I agree that the poll should be terminated at this time and rescheduled for another time.

hi really wish i could go but i'm working and can't get out of it. hopefully next time i'll be able to make it.

I'm going to call it like it is here because I'm tired of pussyfooting around on this issue. I will say it diplomatically because I don't wish to start a war here so I will tread lightly. Emily is just a puppet in all of this and she has been nominated not because she is a valued member ( she is new here so let's be honest) but for other reasons that people want to use to their advantage. Someone else is pulling the strings. She has been put in the middle of something that now has her afraid to post. I'm sure she is a good MA and knows how to handle her business. The fact of the matter is she does not have many posts and has not contributed the way other ladies have. And let's not argue about PMs or advertising being considered a contribution. It's not! It is about taking time from your own schedule to post your own feelings and opinions that are publically posted that makes the board what it is. If she sticks around, I'm sure in time she will be considered a true contributing member. I have nothing against her and again, this isn't about her. This is about a shift in the board and I truly believe this poll has been purposely thrown to screw up poll results. Why? This is all about egos and it has become a male v.s. female dynamic here. I feel many want us to be seen but not heard. I have seen it happen on other boards as well. It's all become about screwing up a good thing.. Cerb was not like this a year ago. Many people don't want to see Cerb succeed due to their egos and their need to want to control everything. This isn't a man's world anymore and the ladies are here to stay. There you go.... finally someone said it!

I think some are missing the point, IMHO Was Emily deserving of nomination, two members nominated her, so yes she is deserving of nomination...getting nominated in itself an honour Is she deserving of votes,yes, she got the votes, so yes But if she is deserving of the votes she got, there certainly are other ladies on this board who have made many more, IMHO, contributions through posts, pm's, in chat (so I've heard, I don't do chat myself), some by setting up, and others participating in group memberships, and these ladies are upset not so much what Emily has done to rise head and shoulders so much so to be given special notice, but why they aren't given the same acknowledgement and respect for their contributions, because by the same token, they also have risen head and shoulders above other members...why aren't they getting the same consideration Frankly I'm kinda confused by all this, and it certainly has put a complete damper on what should have been a fun process And it really is unfair to Emily too, she didn't do anything to deserve being put in the middle of this firestorm. Did all those who voted for her versus another lady consider that in their voting. Now this vote will be one of those votes with an * beside it Some thoughts RG

This turns me on:

There is a simple solution. We ask the MOD to kill the poll/thread/award... NOW. Ask yourself, "Is it worth risking the continued health of this community for such a trivial matter?" Take a few steps back. Hold the poll in December, January... whenever. Clearly define the attributes of a "Member's Choice Candidate" or a "CERB Valued Member" in the interim. If a candidate does not meet the merit criteria, they can't be nominated. The key contributors will STILL be the key contributors. The most deserving candidates will be nominated, and the eventuality is that someone will get a fancy banner on their profile. In the meantime, EVERY member is a VALUED member; EVERY provider is a VALUED provider. Let's let this go... book with each other and enjoy what everyone brings to the table. After that, we can all go out and buy me a beer.

Every single one of us ladies knows this vote is total bullshit. No offense to Emily herself, as this has NOTHING to do with her personally, but she should not have been nominated, her so-called contributions are the exact same contributions the rest of us make on a daily basis. She has not contributed to the public forums IN ANY WAY. She has not gone out of her way to post or contribute to the public forum discussions and as the rules clearly state, to be nominated you must have contributed in the forums and in chat. Posting ads is not a meaningful contribution, no matter how you want to slice it. Paint me however you want, at the end of the day, I still stand by what I've said. This forum has completely devolved into an "us vs them" mentality with a few members derailing important conversations (such as this one) by either completely disregarding our concerns or by trying to paint us as "bitchy" or whatever else. But let's face it guys, you don't come here to wank off with other guys, you come here so you can interact with all of the wonderful ladies who make up a part of CERB. Keep pissing us off, and many of the wonderful ladies you see here, won't be here anymore.

Guys, it's all pretty clear... The award rules mention that this is "a recognition award for the ladies who take time to participate and contribute in the forums and chat areas." Forums and chat are both public areas. This isn't about community-building anywhere else. Clearly, what's happening here is a problem with the members not bothering to vote for the SP who fits the description of who this award is meant to honour (based on the award description itself). I was going to recommend that the mods make the rules a bit more clear, but now that I've read that line, it's clear as day! Additional Comments: No no, it's got nothing to do with you. :) Honestly, it looks like it's just a misinterpretation of what qualifies a person for the award. The guys likely really appreciate your private contributions but the issue at hand is that award is meant for public participation. But in the end, who knows. Maybe it's a clear indicator that the members want private contributions included in this. So in a way, this is a good thing - it's either an evolution or it will require clarification for the next one.

I've learned... ... that there is no shame in being an SP. ... that I have a responsibility to myself to explore my sexuality. ... that I am not as shy as I once believed ;) ... there are amazing people in this industry- not the stereotype. ... this business is a lot more organized and respectful than I may have once assumed. ... it's a helluva lot of fun!

Crisrty my darling, Really it is difficult at times to make everyone happy here. I feel for you. Yes sometimes people request lots of pics and never even bother to write back, it can be a very frustrating buisness to be in. That being said as a SP you must slowly build a reputation for yourself, it doesn't happen overnight. It is way better to put up one lovely photo of yourself every few months and let people get to know you by your involvement on the board and let your personality shine. :icon_smile: The gentlemen of Cerb will not support you if there are hints of dishonesty like questionable photos, even if it's an ass shot they will wonder about the rest. Good luck in the future and I hope it works out for you. Katherine

Welll then, thank you for your insightful responses Cristy if there was any doubt before you've certainly cleared things up for anyone who may have been undecided about paying you a visit. The key to a successful business is to know your audience and market to them. Your audience has spoken and yet you've chosen not to listen. We don't like deception and excuses. You asked earlier has anyone checked you out, likely not because they're not sure what to expect, knowing that you have no issue posting stolen fake photos. As for the shades being drawn, as stated before you are simply contributing to the counter productive stigmas associated with this trade/hobby that so many other providers work hard to change these perceptions. It dosent have to be a shady business's unless you choose to make it one. I think you'll find that your choices may impact your business and the people with whom you do business with. I wish you the best of luck.

Exactly! I have way more tattoos than most people out there, and I still do very well in this biz. I know there are men who don't find them attractive and won't see me because of them - but there are also men who will only see blondes, or only see taller girls, etc. Do what you want and be comfortable and confident. That's always sexy.

Tattoos, Body Art, piercings... as long as YOU feel sexy in your own skin, that's all that really counts. Let's face it, to most men, a woman is the most fantastic development in the history of... well.... history. Adorned, unadorned, fully clothed, partially clothed or fully exposed... she's just magic. There's an old saying "To thine own self, be true." If your "self" loves your "self" then it really doesn't matter what others think of your modifications - your personality and the fact that you love who you are will shine through all else. That's what I love about women I love... they are their true selves. They are real. They believe in their own inner beauty... and that too will shine through.

You know you're old when you get up from a chair and make the same groaning noises that your Dad did.