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Or even all at once. HELL no!!

Reminds me of JFK, Jr. [Alas]

So many men: so little time!

And not Hong Kong? Lol

Is this only available in print additions?

The next flight to Barcelona leaves when?

I feel feint!

[sWOON!!]

Where’s @Benjamin_Nicholas when you really need him? Lol

Weeny, meeny twinky mo!

I suspect that couple would have also appreciated a bakery in my Upper West Side neighborhood of NYC decades ago. It was run by two ladies of a certain age who dressed decorously, looked like retired Wellesley librarians and favored comfortable shoes. Their sold penis shaped cookies and breast shaped cakes with jelly bean nipples on top. But my favorite was their multi/tiered wedding cake with a rakish (heterosexual alas) supine couple on top covered only in a polychrome comforter of icing. Yum!!!

Run! Do not walk! It’s a splendid flic. The plot differs from Alcott’s linear timeline and allows Gerwig to focus on characters. The acting is superb as are the sets, costumes and cinematography. But I have to admit a bias. I grew up not far from Concord MA and there were several scenes that left me profoundly homesick.

Looks as if they’re headed somewhere for training. Wish it were my bedroom!!!

. . . Amen.

Yea. With a well placed body mic. It ain't the same @WilliamM.

We're talking about opera singers here not actors and I agree that most actors AND singers "do not bring their work home with them". But short of abuse either sexual, physical or mental or screwing around with a career, I'd give a singer more leeway than they'd get if they were a banker or teacher for example and I expect their colleagues should do the same. I greatly fear an opera world reduced in emotion to the quaint passion of a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta.

I'm sorry @quoththeraven: that's not what I meant to imply. I assume from decades of observation that some people can and will learn to adapt, and I know that there are others wholly unable or unwilling to do so. I have no idea what Sr. Grigolo's "aggressive and inappropriate conduct" entailed. If it involved any sort of assault on another individual's person or career perhaps the loss of some performances or even his career is not penalty enough. But I think it's the height of hypocrisy for us to expect that those who put the entirety of their passionate emotions into their performances for our appreciation night after night be expected to conduct them selves as prissy Sunday school teachers in all other aspects of their lives. I'm hoping that performers, administrators and audiences a like act like mature, sophisticated adults. But then again I may be naive.

Watch fetish? I can foresee a NakedSword remake of Breakfast at Tiffany.

Smiles like his are so sexy. Of course the rest of the package helps.

I hope he has a license for that weapon.

But ya gotta love his handle.

There’s a pun in there. I swear it.

Wish that weren’t the only thing of his I was under.

Well it was my experience 50 years ago in Orleans. Two stories: I’ve been an amateur musician all my live. Days after arriving in France I heard about the French Conservatoire System where you can take lessons for a modest fee. I went into a music store to get a copy of music I’d need to audition. The piece I sought was by Bach and published by Breitkopf Hertel (Berlin, Paris, London and New York). Since it was only my 3rd day in France I asked in English. I got repeated “Je ne comprends pas monsieur.” until the woman who was the store owner slapped her hands loudly on the counter and deeply growled “You speak no French at all?” I learned enough French in the following 18 months to conduct simple business transactions in it and I bought a lot of music. But each time I entered the store the clerk at the door would say “Attendez s’il vous plait” and run upstairs to fetch the owner who would come down and wait on me in English. Second story: I joined a small choral group and became friends with many of them. I struggled with my French. I was invited to many homes for dinner and would invite myself back to cook for them (often frankfurts, beans and brown bread - I’m from Boston). The night before I was transferred, they held a small banquet in my honor. When I arrived I was amazed to discover they well all speaking English. Of course I asked why. The reply was they had determined they their English was better than my French so they made a pact to only speak French with me. They then pointed out that they had switched to the “tu” form a year ago but I was still using the formal “vous” form. All was forgiven over many glasses of wine and much laughter.

?That sky come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It’s witchcraft. ?