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So what!

Wasn’t he an LA Adonis dancer? Oh to be there for a lap dance test drive.

Yes he’s flamboyant. But you should see him in his pearl version of that necklace.

In Muslim Malaysia it’s often chambermen who service rooms. Some are handsome Bangladeshi but none are so provokably dressed. [swoon]

I’m allergic to all cats and most dogs. And I’m not really sympathetic to “service” animals since I had to quickly exit a restaurant mid meal when one was seated beside me. The restaurant owner refused to reseat either of us and insisted on payment in full. I liked the food but never been back. I’ve had to flee wonderful dinner parties because I suddenly couldn’t breathe only to discover my gracious hosts were concealing their pet cat or dog in the basement. Wish it were not so but alas.

AMEN! I’m not quite at the hearing aid stage yet (despite what people tell me) but I rely on closed captions for all viewing. But for the Brit comedies I wish there was a feature like that Audible.Com has. On Audible you can speed up or slow down the dialogue. There’s a wonderful Learning Company course on early Christian theology [YAWN] taught by a professor that is shaped and dresses like Jiggs in the old Maggie and Jiggs cartoon. He can bore you to tears wandering back and forth talking about Arian heresy or Donatists but when you switch the speed to 1.5x he dances and sings and the topic becomes far more interesting.

I will break my silence WRT one particular client (not directly mine), the late Rusty Staub, La Gran Orange. He was from New Orleans and I think his playing days were done. He opened a Cajun restaurant up on Third Ave. Every major holiday he’d personally lug in trays of great food from his place then sit down have a leisurely lunch with everyone who made it into the lunch room from clerks and tellers to the department head. A real Mench!

Oh. Years ago Robin Williams on a Saturday afternoon in the basement electronics department of Bloomingdales looking at TVs. Oh oh and Alan Alda in line behind me at Gracious Homes on Broadway.

So many men: so little time!

Yes. I know what that smirk means. Want me to nurse your cock to start?

Let’s see him wrestle in that. Yes! Very flamboyant!

Well that’s a start.

Proctologists?

And we thought the Rockettes were agile!!!

Thanks for the warning @Cooper.

My dreams too!!

I’m in LUST (and he’s a Sox fan)!

A slutty twink! ????

The most elegant nudist colony I’ve ever seen.

I first read In Cold Blood serialized in The New Yorker in the fall of 1965. Couldn’t wait for the next episode. One summer Saturday morning almost 20 years later I boarded a commuter train to Stamford CT on the way to a weekend in Roxbury CT. While waiting for the train to depart Grand Central, detected a unique voice in the front of the car, vaguely familiar, amid a gaggle of apparent fans. Sure enough: it was Truman Capote.

Are these guys allergic to carbohydrates?

Oh please!! He’s bottomed in so many orgy scenes on PornHub that he’d have to be on some sort of super Prep to still be negative. And he’s still my walking viagra.

Be still my libido some more!!

Then what did you do?

Why is he hiding a tool as impressive as that?