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The one one the left first please.

It’s like he lives in a spacious Nordstrom’s dressing room.

Brazilian Dentist Dick.

I’m surprised TSA allowed that weapon on board.

YES. Thankfully.

And there he is in the arms of Sean Duran, the star of ever orgy on Pornhub. I live in a very small city in South Texas. One Saturday over a year ago I logged on to Grindr and there was Sean Duran. I wondered if he was filming and could I watch. In stead he offered his services at an unreasonable price. I demurred. He hasn’t been back.

YUP!! Absolutely. The matching hat and trunks on that amazing body would have been enough. But that pineapple beach blanket? FLAMBOYANT!!!

I wouldn’t argue with that score!!

But it’s a grower . . . [snicker]

I'm wondering what's in the driver's seat! That's unreal!!!

For starters . . . . BTW what's going on in the chair behind him?

Horny? - ABSOLUTELY!! Flamboyant? Who cares? [sWOON]

Anyone whose succumbed to a friend’s supper invite to a Golden Corral in a city with a prominent logistics operation KNOWS that sexy truckers are a fantasy.

Sorry @marylander1940. Too broad a generalization. Classism can be as dangerous as racism.

Eeeny, meany, miney mo! Oh hell guys. All at once let's go!!!

Oh PERFECTION!!!

I wonder what they're beach-combing for?

And what trade is that pray tell!

Next he's going to try to convince me he's a top.

All things considered, I'd rather be in the lodge sipping hot chocolate or sucking dick.

My parents had to elope. My maternal grandfather would not let his protestant daughter marry any mackerel snapper. This was in late '30's Boston where "Irish need not apply" in store windows was not uncommon. He wouldn't believe that despite his Irish surname, my father was as Anglican as him. Both grandfathers were drunks who headed dysfunctional families. As soon as they were able my parents moved away and didn't tolerate any sort of intolerance: it was a spank-able offence. Ironically my first exposure to racism came from a black man. The neighborhood in which I grew up, like many in the '50's, became largely Black with the northern migration after WW2. Most of my young friends were Black and the near neighborhood was relatively safe but the Junior High School which I was about to attend was not. As soon as the "For Sale" sign went up, Mr. Fletcher, our next door neighbor, came over and expressed to my father that he hopped he wouldn't sell to any of those real "darkies". Because I grew up at a distance from relatives on either side and am an only child, I've not had to deal with dissension in the family. When it has occurred among classmates, neighbors, or even friends and colleagues, I normally deflect and sever the relationship if possible. Life is just too short. I'd lost all contact with family by the time my mother died 20 years ago. Occasionally I'll encounter someone like the wife of @Epigonos 's nephew. I really enjoy debating with someone with whom I share mutual respect.

That system works for you @Epigonos because at the bottom of it all your nephew's wife and you share a mutual respect for each other's intelligence and humanity. Sadly that respect is currently not shared more widely in our society. Alas.

Do store dressing rooms count as closets?

In my part of South Texas, big belt buckles are part of the uniform: far from flamboyant.

Not at all.