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I used to love going to the video booth shop on 14th and I NW in Washington. Neon lights on the outside, up a set of rickety steps, always crowded... Memories of D.C.’s old 14th Street - The Washington Post

I always bought the discount magazines where there were three magazines wrapped together in plastic sold for the price of one. The magazines were usually a few months old, and you never knew what was in the middle until you got home and unwrapped them. As long as I had not previously seen the magazines who cared if they were a few months old?

Except when Michael Lucas puts himself in the orgy. While his orgy scenes are usually pretty hot, the sight of his tightly lifted face ruins the orgy.

Believe it or not, the company for whom I worked for over ten years - one of the largest companies on the planet - has a huge plant there. People would have to go for work often. Also, one time when I was there a large group of Mormon kids were in the hotel (Marriott) for the start of their two-year missions. Several of them had been on my flights from Portland to Seoul and Seoul to Bangkok a few days earlier. On the first flight I sat next to a kid the others called "Super Mormon." He refused to take off his polyester suit coat and was sweating profusely most of the flight, leaving large white circle stains on the jacket at the armpit. He was a really nice kid. I wound up having breakfast with them one morning at the hotel. While in the restaurant, several couples also came in for breakfast. I could not tell if the kids were consciously ignoring this or if they really did not realize that old American/Aussie/Russian/Middle Eastern man + young local woman likely equaled prostitute. The Sanctuary of Truth is IMO the one tourist attraction worth seeing in Pattaya. It is an all-wooden temple on the ocean. Spectacular.

I have gone to Fallsview Casino many times and stayed at the Marriott a few times and mine has always flipped service.

I did a simple web search and it returned what is shown below. I dunno, though, having been to both, I would rank Walking Street in Pattaya first. A few years ago the PTB tried to make Pattaya family friendly, but they gave up.

You're lucky. Mine always flips over to Rogers when I am in Niagara Falls. I have Verizon.

Really????? Seeing couples having public sex in Pattaya is kinda like seeing someone ride a roller coaster at Six Flags or a congregation member praying in church or Megan Markle being repulsive: it's expected. I have seen worse in Pattaya, including: Above ground loose plastic pipes carrying human waste into the ocean. A man lying on the filthy beach getting tattooed. (I took a picture.) Two 20-something Korean guys trying to get an American tourist's attention in McDonalds by lowering their shorts and fondling themselves. (OK, I was the American tourist, and it worked; they did wind up coming back to my room at the Marriott next door.) Prostitutes every two or three feet lining the sidewalk against the beach in broad daylight, many of whom had no problem reaching out and grabbing someone's junk in an attempt to reel in business. Ladyboys literally grabbing men in an attempt to get them into "massage parlors." Drunk people having sex inside the open bars on Walking Street. The worst Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum imaginable. Gosh, I love Pattaya.

Sorry - but my personal experience is going to deflate your point. About a year ago, my doctor suggested the shingles vaccine.... Me, "I do not think I ever had the chicken pox," DR, "You are 57 years old. You probably had a minor case. You do not get into your fifties without being exposed to the chicken pox in a way that makes you insusceptible to infection." Me: "OK, then give me the shingles vaccine." DR, "Well, I can't now. You will need to be screened to make sure you are insusceptible to chicken pox before I can give you the vaccine." A couple days later the doctor called and told me to come in for my chicken pox vaccine. I was scheduled for a Covid-19 booster the next week but after he gave me the chicken pox vaccine, he said I needed to get a second shot in a month and should not get any other vaccine before that. Second example: Throughout the eighties, nineties and aughts I (stupidly) had unprotected sex with thousands of men, many of whom were infected. I lived in DC then GA, the two places in the US with the highest infection rates. Visited bathhouses? Yep. Had sex with strippers on stage? Many times. Worked out five or six days a week and almost always messed around in the gym, locker room, shower, steam room or sauna, often with several men at a time. Would you see me in porn theaters and cruising sites? Yep. I regularly visited Thailand, Frankfurt and SF. Statistically, I should have been infected. Still negative. Last tested a couple weeks ago. (They always test when admitted to the hospital.) Sorry, but for me the personal experience trumps the statistics. A 2% chance is still a chance so I will happily take necessary - or remotely perhaps helpful - precautions to keep from passing Covid on to others.

I do not look like what one would typically expect a Jewish guy to look like. One time I was in Bangkok with a very attractive young lady. We were playing backgammon on a table by the pool. Some young Israeli guys came over and start watching. After I won against my friend one of the cocky kids said, in English, I couldn't beat him. Challenge on! As we were playing, he turned to his friend and said, in Hebrew, what graphic/explicit things he wanted to do to my female friend, obviously thinking these American he randomly met in Thailand would not understand him. I interjected, in Hebrew, that I understood exactly what he said and that she did, too. The look on his face was priceless.

Easy workaround to turn the tables on those who are annoyed by your goyimism: Just tell her your family is Mizrahi, so you pronounce it differently. Most American Jews are Ashkenazi (Eastern European descent) and some are Sephardic (Spanish) but few are Mizrahi (Iranian, Persian) so many American Jews are unfamiliar with their idiosyncrasies. She will act like she knows you are right. My uncle used that excuse for years, although he and the rest of my grandfather's family was actually from Persia/Iran. You can also try explaining your family is Reform or Reconstructionist rather than Conservative or Orthodox (or visa versa) so you pronounce it differently, but it is often difficult to determine the annoyed person's branch of Judaism, save the Orthodox, who are often easy to spot.

At the time, I was active on the frequent flyer boards where the court case was followed closely and discussed ad nauseum. The IRS issued a memorandum stating they would not tax points earned from employer spend, at least for the time being nor without advance notice. The bottom line is the IRS did not want to deal with all the paperwork for relatively small amounts nor did the hotels/airlines/cc cos want to issue all the paperwork. While my points translated into major purchases, most participants in loyalty programs might get a few dollars here and there or one free ticket or hotel night every year. I remember being at the check-in counter at the Marriott Champs de Elysee. The woman checking in next to me was using points to stay one night and paying for a second. She explained to me how long someone has to save points to earn a night at the hotel, which is in Marriott's top redemption category. Neither the clerk checking me in nor I had the heart to tell her I was redeeming points for three rooms, five nights each nor that it was my third time staying there for five nights in the previous years, two rooms each of the other times. I do not miss the constant work travel but I miss the points.

I used to sleep naked, until... I lived in a carriage house behind a stately house in Druid Hills, Atlanta, while a student at Emory. For those unfamiliar with the neighborhood, Jessica Tandy's house in Driving Miss Daisy was a couple doors down. An older gay couple lived in the main house. They were out of town for a few days. ' At about two in the morning their house alarm went off. After it wailed for ten minutes it shut itself off. I was in bed when it occurred to me whoever was trying to break into that house was probably looking for a place to hide, Suddenly there was a loud bang-bang-bang on the screen door. Oh, crap, I'm about to get killed. My only chance was to yell loud enough that the people next door in the round house (the house was round) would hear me. Jumping out of bed, walking into the kitchen, the intruder was shining a bright light through the door. I yelled louder than anyone ever before or after. (Probably an exaggeration, but it was loud.) The intruder kind of stumbled back, the flashlight fell and suddenly I could see the badge, He was the officer responding to the alarm. I opened the door and apologized for the scream. The officer assured me I did the right thing and said I startled him until he realized, "I have a gun and you are standing naked in your kitchen." At this point the husband from the round house was also at my door. After being naked in my kitchen in front of a police officer and a former White House Chief of Staff (Hamilton Jordan lived in the round house) I stopped sleeping naked.

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This was litigated at the time. The rule, a result of the Chase litigation, is if the points or cash are given as a rebate of money spent it cannot be taxed. If the points or cash is given as an incentive for one to get or keep the card/account, it can be taxed. The gray area is when an employee gets hotel or airline points for money an employer paid. When I traveled for work - about 200 flights and hotel nights per year - I could do three international trips per year, with friends, business class flights and separate hotel rooms, with points earned by spending my employer's money. The deal was I would cover the airfare and fights while my travel companions would cover meals. It is amazing how many points Delta and Marriott reward top tier travelers. You get base points which are doubled or more and additional points for just showing up and more if you use the company's branded Visa or Amex plus frequent promos giving buckets of points if you stay or fly so many flights or nights in a specified time period. One year we figured my redemptions were worth $40k. At present this is not taxed.

Let me suggest adding certain large purchases to your list. Credit cards offer some protections you do not get with cash. Two personal experiences: I once ordered custom made furniture, putting half down with the order with the remainder due on delivery. The delivery date was Dec 1. By Dec 15 I had heard nothing, so I called the store. A recording stated, "This number has been disconnected." A quick drive to the store showed an empty space in a strip mall. The shopkeeper next door said the company went out of business. I called Capital One from the sidewalk. By the time I got home and pulled up the account the charge had been reversed. A couple days later the store owner called and cursed me out for getting the charge reversed. I told him if he could deliver the furniture within the next couple days, I would pay cash. Of course, he didn't. He did fight the reversal but C1 stood by the reversal. A cash deposit would have been gone or I would have had to fight for pennies in the bankruptcy. At about the same time - I had just purchased a house - I purchased dinnerware: seven-piece service for twelve. Once everything was washed it went into my brand-new kitchen cabinet. Turns out the cabinet was not attached correctly. It fell. The dishes were all broken. One call to Capital One and they put me in touch with their insurance carrier who reimbursed me for the replacement dishes. Had cash been used for the purchase the replacements would have been on me.

My last two years of college in DC I lived on P St. There was a gay couple who lived in the next building over who would walk their dog every day. One guy seemed kinda stuffy. The other guy was just plain hot. They always ignored me. One night just the hot guy was walking the dog. Out of nowhere, he starts talking to me. Turned out the stuffy guy had gone to visit his parents for a couple days. Soon we were heading up to his apartment. We walk in the front door and there is a huge, framed picture on the wall of the other guy and a friend of mine from elementary/junior high/high school. The hot guy tells me that is his boyfriend with his sister. "Is her name Debbie M****?" I asked. Hot guy was flabbergasted and quickly determined stuffy guy and I grew up a couple streets over from each other but with a ten-year age difference. We wound up messing around several times after that but always in my apartment so that Debbie's smiling face was not looking down at me when I was boinking her brother's boyfriend.

I remember that place. When I was sixteen, 1980, I had to drive to PGH for something. Before I left, I went to the Club Baths that was across from Chatham Center. The guy at the door told me I was too young for entry, but he would let me in anyway. I went to the locker area and about twenty guys walked in to watch me get undressed. One grabbed my dick and it got hard. I told him I was not interested but he pointed out my dick was. I then walked around. When going down the steps, some guy walking up put his hands on my waist and invited me to his room. Scared, I said no, but then realized I was there to get laid, and he was hot, so I went and found him in his room. I had sucked cock before, but it was the first time I fucked.

Actually, I had the opposite situation. As a top you would think size would not be that important, but I was set up on a date with a college senior. He was gorgeous, smart and had the most amazing Kajagoogoo hair. It was very in at the time. Unfortunately, he turned out to have the smallest one I had ever seen before or since. It was micro. When it got hard it might have been two inches. It did not reach much past my teeth. I tried to take the high road and look past it. We dated a few months until he did something that was a very alight transgression which became the reason I ended the relationship, If I were honest, we broke up because he had a small dick. After I told him we were done, he thanked me for overlooking certain things. Although he was vague, I assumed he was thanking me for overlooking the fact his dick was so small. BTW, we were set up by s mutual lesbian friend. She invited us both to a womyn's bar to introduce us: The Otherside Lounge. Years later it was bombed by Eric Rudolph the Olympic Bomber. We left there, got something to eat at the late-night Chinese restaurant on Cheshire Bridge and Lavista and then went to the bar that many believe was the inspiration for the Love Shack mentioned in the B-52's Rock Lobster. That bar was torn down and replaced with a sewage treatment facility. The bar was so decrepit that the sewage treatment facility was an improvement.

This clip is my happy place. Coming out to friends and family was not hard. Admitting my love of Eurovision? That was hard. The disappointment, rejection and questions were tough. This song is from the 2016 contest in Stockholm. It was performed by the hosts with help from many others. Despite being a very well written Eurovision-style song, it is a joke, albeit one based in truth. The over-the-top events depicted are things that actually happened in past entry songs. Most of the unbelievable antics are performed by the actual winners or performers who placed high. I included links which explains many of the jaw dropping tropes but to get you started, the man performing this is Hans Zelmerlow, a previous winner. (BTW, there is an over sixteen-year age difference between them. Hard to believe. She looks great.) The violin player had the biggest Eurovision win of all time. Lordi was the biggest winner before the violinist, in the same costumes the band wears here. Loreen, whose winning performance included the snow, runs across the stage towards the end wearing the same costume from when she won. The hamster wheel, the baking Russian grandmothers, the churner and the ice skater are all culled from actual previous performances. Eurovision Explained: Love, Love, Peace, Peace Love Love Peace Peace | Eurovision Song Contest Wiki | Fandom

I hope this is the right place to post this.... Over the past couple years, I have become friendly with a Russian model on F4F named Dillon. When Russia invaded the Ukraine, he said everything was okay where he was and that F4F created a workaround where he could still get paid despite the sanctions. At this point, most of our communication was by email with his real name. The emails were just quick how-are-you kind of communications. He was pro-Russia at that point, and I did not push back or even discuss the invasion, but I could sense his shifting attitude. He has disappeared from SM. He has not been on F4F in over a month and has not responded to emails. I know, maybe he moved on to something else, but I cannot help but worry he has been conscripted (he has no military experience but is a healthy man in his early twenties) or escaped to Finland or somewhere else but is not using email to protect against detection Does anyone have any insight or suggestions on how I might find out more information?

This is actually the most played downloaded song in my personal Apple Music library.

So now I am stuck on youtube. This recording by Jeannie C Riley is awesome, but,,. Her performing the song in someone's living room 40+ years later is priceless.

It is hardly a happy song, but it is such a great recording it always makes me happy. And this: And this:

Word is they will serve you on the plane then arrest you for being drunk in the Dubai airport.