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Wow. Much like Boop, this show surprised me. I'm very glad I saw it. I could easily see it again. I thought the staging was superb. Very creative and immersive. The use of audience members is fun and quite charming. The design of the theater for this event is near perfect. Very few bad seats in this house. Jonathan Groff blew me away. I don't know how he does this 8 times a week. I suspect he's living a disciplined life, since his name is the only one above the title. He has an understudy, but it seems most people are there to see Jonathan, and he does not disappoint. He really gives them everything he has, including a fun moment in nothing but his underwear. The audience went wild. He pokes fun at his wetness, and apologizes for the shower the audience and his fellow actors are about to receive. He is a major sweater and spitter. One can only imagine what sex must be like with him (cue the swimming pool). I have to say, I'm not a fan of the music. I was never a Bobby Darin fan or a Connie Francis fan. I remember Sandra Dee from Gidget, and I remember liking her, thinking she had a cute and perky look. But none of that matters. The story is fascinating, interesting, and told in a very unique and entertaining way. The ancillary performers are all well cast. The music sells itself by default. The band on stage is terrific, and the arrangements are so much fun. You can't help but want to dance or fall in love. Even though Act 2 is slightly more dull and depressing (the guy does die at age 37), the cast ends the show with quite a wallop. In the end, I am so glad I got to see one of my favorite performers from Glee. I loved Jonathan and Lea Michele in Glee. So glad I got to see them on Broadway being outstanding performers. On the night I saw the show, the audience was old. The seating area is not fun to navigate for older folk, and the staff are always yelling, "Be careful where you step." I wonder how many young people would be interested in this show? Bobby Darin hit his peak in the 1950's. It was nice to discover the audience didn't sound old. These people were loud and excited. I had a fabulous aisle seat, thanks to a generous board member, but there was a 350 pound woman seated next to me. Her left arm fully covered my right arm rest, and her left hip took 30% of my seat away. The seats in this theater are terrible, and because of this women, I was very scared of possible leg cramps, given how I had to sit. Luckily, the aisle seat across from me remained empty, so I switched at intermission.

Oh dear. I can barely deal with the bits and pieces that appear here.

To me, nothing sexier than a sweet, flirtatious smile.

When I see what young people are paying to live in Manhattan these days, my heart breaks. When I moved here, I found a fabulous one-bedroom apartment, rent-stabilized, for under $400 a month. At the time, I thought that was outrageous. The cost of living in a place like Manhattan has gone through the roof. IMO, the greed is insane. But in many cases, greed has nothing to do with it. Good luck finding skilled labor to work on your apartment. The demand is so high, these guys can ask for any price, and still turn down customers. Everything changed after Covid. People tend to buy what they can afford. I would like to own a car in the city, but I can't afford it. Makes little sense to waste time complaining about it. I guess I should consider myself lucky that sex was never all that important to me.

It's fun to be young and aware of your sexual prowess. If I had an iPhone at his age, there's no telling what I might have done. I just wish he offered a smile photo. I worry that someone this young is angry and unhappy, looking for an easy out.

I never saw it either.

Where would gay men be today if we all held this opinion?

I have hired massage guys from the new Craigslist. All were legit and licensed. No sex. I think the fees for posting are much less than anywhere else, if there are any fees at all.

Looks like Las Vegas is really suffering.

I stopped reading the news, so I wouldn't know.

You mean a new twist is wilkomen, no? He seems to enjoy being polarizing, which IMO gets in the way of his talents. If you're not white these days, polarizing is a tough sell.

No taxation system is perfect. That's where a good accountant comes in handy. However, concealing escort work in the U.S. is much easier than one might think. When tips became required reporting, my hairdresser husband stopped listing himself as hairdresser on his 1040. He was, in fact, much more than a freelance hairdresser, so he listed himself as designer. He never claimed his tip income, ever. If you're lucky enough to have a self-employed cash business, you'd be insane to claim every dollar. Obviously, you need enough income to coincide with your business expenses, but if your job description happens to be consultant, the latitude on business expenses is quite broad. Personally, I don't think poor people should be paying any tax on their income, and by poor, I mean anyone earning less than $150,000 a year. But you do you.

The British humor.

Well then that's a no for me.

I think it is worthwhile, but it can be a double-edged sword. A lot depends on whether the client will be attracted to you, and there is no way of knowing until you say hi. I've had a profile on rentmasseur for a very long time. I find it a great way to introduce myself to certain people. Several guys advertising on the site have reached out to me through the years, and I always appreciated the gesture. I hired many of them. For those I wasn't immediately attracted to, I re-read their ad and their message to me. If there was something in the writing that inspired me, I gave a second consideration. Looks only count for so much, and some second-choices have blown me away. I think it takes a bit of courage to say hi to a stranger, and I admire courage.

How utterly charming. Why does this place often feel like high school?

I don't remember the Cameo Theater. I don't think this is the same woman who owned the Gaiety.

If it's true, then those in their company probably weren't allowed to mention the hate watchers. They didn't want to hear any of it. It interfered with their cast-iron bubble. One YouTuber asked, "Why didn't their writer's room invite at least one loyal fan at the table to tell them what they were doing wrong?" It's an interesting question, but I doubt their huge egos would allow them to do that. SJP and MPK thought they could do no wrong, as long as they paid attention to the most ridiculous, costly, useless details.

How utterly charming.

Then forgive me for taking that the wrong way. I don't recall you ever being rude. Well I wouldn't go quite that far. There are legal ways of selling sex. Everything depends on the details. I learned long ago to do that from my hairdresser husband. Waiters don't have the power that sex workers do.

Sounds like my former, famous husband, the self-employed hairdresser.

Not sure what you meant by this, but it sounds rude. It's not about being right, it's about perspective. I've been selling sex all of my adult life, I just did it differently than you.

As someone who loves 69, I hear what you are saying. I've had my share of friends who love sucking cock, and they did not give a damn about reciprocation.

I've spent my whole life "selling." Sex is just one particular commodity. Lots of escorts keep their work private. It's not impossible. My corporate co-workers did not know I was gay. Society's opinion of sex work is evolving. There are many entrepreneurs out there who don't give a flying fuck about what other people think. Look at the money young women are making on OnlyFans, and many of them are not even stripping. They are raking in millions simply by being good at teasing. In any service business, you have to learn how to deal with asshole customers. I have far more pity for waiters than I do escorts. Customers tend to be more vulnerable when they are naked. If you're looking for white-picket-fence love, then yes, escorting can get in the way. When I was in my 20's, I was not interested in serious, romantic relationships. I wanted to experience fun sex, as much as I could. I'm sure I'm not the only gay man who loved his independence.

There is no address listed. You must call the number. What happens to your caller I.D. information is anyone's guess.