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I marched in the second Los Angeles Pride Parade in 1972 ( It was called "Christopher Street West" ). It was on Hollywood Blvd. I was going with guys from our recently founded Gay Students Union. Ed Davis the Chief of Police was a homophobe who would not grant a parade permit to a bunch of deviants, queers, and perverts. We gathered at Hollywood and Highland. We were told that if we marched we would be arrested. The police showed up in riot gear with a contingent of mounted police. It was the time of the Vietnam War and everyone had been to protests. We all knew the non-violent civil disobedience drill. If the cops came to arrest you, lie down, go limp and make them carry you. At the last minute, lawyers from ACLU arrived with a court order, and a parade permit. The Parade went on, and has gone on every year since. Over the years it became less a civil rights march, and more of a celebration. Over the years, I marched with the Gay Liberation Front, the Gay Community Services Center, SAGA Ski Club, AIDS Project Los Angeles, and even on Float promoting a Gay Musical I was in wearing a Satin Cocktail dress singing at the top of my lungs. I hadn't gone to the parade for several years, but after the Orlando massacre, I couldn't stay away. I watched the beautiful young people and found myself celebrating how far we've come, remembering those kids in Orlando and realizing we still have further to go.

In Los Angeles the local PBS station showed the series finale of Vicious at 8pm, and then I watched GoT at 9pm. It was a great contrast and showed off the range of Iwan Rheon as an actor.

I had been seeing a guy for a couple of years, a colleague of mine asked me to join LinkedIn. I did and it went through my contacts, and lo and behold there was the escort. I was horrified and stopped the whole process before it could continue. But I did learn that he was a high level executive with a major enterprise. After that I always thought of him as my Belle de Jour, after the character in the Luis Bunuel film. He made more money than I did, and obviously escorted for the emotional charge it gave him.

Pissoirs were once a frequent sight in Paris, and Amsterdam. They didn't require flushing mechanisms, and only required a drain. They kept guys from from pissing on the walls of buildings, and in the streets. I don't recall seeing them often on my recent trips to Paris. I remember a sign at the entrance to one in Amsterdam that basically said "perverts forbidden". I believe the one in San Francisco was installed because guys were pissing on the buildings and trees, and the people in the neighborhood were complaining about the stink.

It is Trent Cougar. I hired him (with a different name) a good 15 years ago. He was not as big in those days, although he had a magnificent muscular body. I've seen him around town in WeHo, and he looks huge, in that Better living through Chemistry, way. I'm afraid I'm not a fan of PA's, so that is an unwelcome addition. Even if the guy takes it out I always seem to find the hole and it gives me the creeps. Feh. It's a pity because he also had a really beautiful Dick.

The series briefly introduced another priestess of The Lord of Light when Tyrion and Varys stopped in Volantis en route to Mereen, if my memory serves me well. It would be a possibility.

To me Grinding takes the prize.

Cybill Liberty and Rachel Injustice

Casita del Campo in the Silverlake neighborhood in Los Angeles had a long running drag parody of Charlie's Angels called Chico's Angels. The stars were Kay Sedia, Frieda Lay, and Chita Parol.

I'm afraid I'm very old school. Burt Bacharach and Hal David's Anyone Who Had a Heart, as sung by Dionne Warwick And Frank Sinatra's rendition of Rogers and Hart's Glad to be Unhappy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dx8TLPz3Lws

How about Roberto Bolle originally at La Scala Milan, and currently with American Ballet Theater.

David Muir

Gman, the sour cream and caviar are just an additional garnish I add to dress up the plain scrambled eggs when I serve to guests in the late evening. Most of the time I eat them just the way my Mom served them back in the 50s, just eggs and toast.

Breakfast for Dinner was a feature I my house growing up. My Mother would devote considerable time to making scrambled eggs. She made them in a double boiler. Bring the water in the bottom of the double boiler to a boil and reduce the heat to keep the water just a the point of boiling. In the top of the double boiler melt about 3 or 4 tablespoons of butter over the boiling water. Take 4 eggs and beat them never lifting the tines of the from the bottom of the bowl ( you don't want them frothy- air bubbles make tough scrambled eggs or omelets). Add a splash of half and half to the beaten eggs, pour the mixture into the top of the double boiler with the melted butter. Stir the eggs until they achieve the desired firmness. With this method you can cook the eggs completely and they won't be dried out and tough. Salt and pepper just before serving. Mom always served toasted egg bread (Challah) and buttered it lavishly. I have served these to friends after the theater or a concert with a green salad and french bread, and garnished the eggs with a dollop of sour cream and a little caviar. 4 eggs will usually do for two, unless you are very hungry.

And Dad always said "Living well is the best revenge". In this life I have sometimes done the former, and always aspired to the latter.

Mama always said " Don't get mad, get even".

Among "mainstream" writers who have written science fiction, the wildest is Doris Lessing. Shikasta, The Marriage Between Zones Three Four And Five, The Sirian Experiments, and The Making of a Representative for Planet Eight. I found them after reading a review by Le Guin. She doesn't care about rockets, or physics. She writes about existence, destiny, and the meaning of life. Not an easy read, but amazing. She also wrote a terrifying changeling story called The Fifth Child which is a worthy successor to Frankenstein .

I adore Le Guin, she is hands down my favorite author. I remember reading a review of The Dispossessed in Time magazine back in '73. The critic raved about the beauty of her language. It was the first time I had ever read a review of a work of Science Fiction that was not qualified with comments about the genre. While Asimov is not in the same league as Le Guin you have to think in terms of context. He wrote Foundation in 1942.

One of my favorite works by Brin is Startide Rising. He manages to combine a rip roaring space opera with a thoughtful meditation on sentience. It has a spaceship manned by Dolphins who speak in haiku. It is exciting, thoughtful, and at times very moving.

Downward dog, and upward cock.

I tend to prefer Science Fiction, and Historical Fiction. I guess I have a problem with the here and now. I recently read Margaret Atwood's Maddadam, the last in the group that began with Oryx and Crake. She is a wonderful writer who paints an amusing and frightening view of where we are possibly headed. I'm in the midst of reading Kim Stanley Robinson's Aurora. This is brilliant complex hard science fiction (meaning that the emphasis is on real science and extrapolated technology). It is fascinating. I adored Coleen McCullough's Masters of Rome series covering the late republican period through the civil wars, Sulla's dictatorship, the triumvirate, and finally Julius Caesar's rise and fall. I also adore Jane Austen, Persuasion and Emma being my favorites.

I thought it was the best film I saw in 2015. It was beautiful and uplifting.

Los Angeles World Airports operates "Flyaway " buses from LAX to Downtown (Union Station), Van Nuys (San Fernando Valley), Hollywood, Long Beach, and Westwood (adjacent to Beverly Hills). This is an express bus service that has stops on the arrivals level in front of each terminal. The fares range from $8 to $10 depending on the destination. You can use Uber or Lyft from those locations to your hotel. If WeHo is your destination either Hollywood or Westwood would work. Here is a link http://www.lawa.org/flyaway/ . I have a friend who travels extensively and says this service has saved him a fortune.

I don't like my men completely shaved, it's just unnatural. However, judicial trimming shows off the equipment better, and makes for a more pleasant experience. After a date with some of these guys you'd be picking your teeth with a comb.

As usual your selection is terrific. My only quibble would be calling them " Lumbersexuals". A large percentage appear to be from the "Brooklyn Hipster" species. Whatever you call them, they are all beautiful.