Topseed

Millie Tente.

"A plague on both your houses"....kinda close to a pox, yes?

Curated. Luxury condo. (Does anyone ever build/sell a "basic" condo? Hmm.)

I mentor/coach many people, most of whom are full-time performing artists. Sexuality rarely enters our conversations. Instead, I strive to offer observations without judgement, confidentiality, empathy, challenge, and support based on my long career in both the investment world (where I observed both business success and failure) and in the non-profit realm (ditto). Ultimately, it's about striving to live in the truth, determining how many other people (if any) get a "vote" on one's life's direction, and having the fortitude to make a new decision when necessary without concern for "perfect timing".

The episode I referenced above occurred within a matter of seconds....I'm guessing no more than 10. The subsequent press reports included the "800" tip-line phone number for the SFPD. By this, I'm assuming that no one on the street that evening rose to Unicorn's standard of behavior, myself included.

In late April I witnessed a hit and run killing of an innocent woman on a scooter in the Tenderloin. She was dragged underneath a large black SUV for half a block until the car paused, ran over her again, and then sped off into the night. The woman died. Since then I have been haunted by the horror of this....the sadness of a life gone and her family/friends having to hear that she was killed on a Sunday evening by a callous driver....and the shock that someone could be so uncaring as to drive away. I think this person will never be brought to justice, and the thought of that sickens me.

My affection for my college alma mater isn't deep enough to warrant attending a reunion. The last high school reunion I attended was my 35th. (Yes, years ago.) Instead of the usual picture-sharing and 20 questions (i.e., what do you do, where do you live, etc.), I decided to ask people whom in the room had the most felonies. (I am not kidding about this.) Wouldn't everyone enjoy knowing that? 🙂 And....that experience satisfied my curiosity. Enough.

I believe his Instagram shows him moving to Los Angeles.

Flunked the "discrete/discreet" test. And "jack of all traits"? That's an additional smack across the knuckles with a ruler.

I met him in 2013 or 2014, as I recall. Pic #37 is one I took when he was at my home. He's a sweet guy and I enjoyed topping him. I think that his assertion of being 32 years old might be, well, in question. I do echo the concern about his current physique...pics 17 and 19 may be among the more recent, I think. Most definitely ask for FaceTime or current pictures.

More Stubborn Than Smart

Another possibility: kidney stones. Please consult your urologist. (Subsequent clarification: I agree with later posters. I misread the topic, as blood in my urine lead to a kidney stone diagnosis, and then two surgical procedures.)

Titanic. (Interpret any wish you wish. Odds are I'll agree. 😉)

John Cena, Michael B Jordan, and Chris Hemsworth. The 2 best get another round. The loser gets to watch. 😉

If his ass is available, I’m interested.

It’s wonderful to visit. It’s a snow globe as a resident (which I was). Yes, plenty of disposable income and gay men…who, with few exceptions, are partnered. When I lived there, I left town to have a sex life.

No.

Am I living in the truth?

Some of the loneliest people I know are married. I see this as not a question of which is “better”. There is no ranking. Instead: do I know what brings me joy? …what brings me purpose? And is a relationship additive to these?

I'll add my endorsement of Nate Grimes. Fun.

Least favorite: Orlando. Dull as dirt. 2nd place, least favorite: Boston. Not much receptive to outside (and outsider) thinking. Favorite: NYC. The "push and shove" of dealing with clients there always kept me on my toes as a professional. And I never took it personally.

I've met him in WeHo. Great time. His pics are accurate. His ass is a work of art. Seemed like a decent guy.

Santa Fe. The usual summer throng is long gone. Hiking is great this time of year. No excuse for a bad restaurant meal. Be mindful that it's an early-to-bed town, however.

I hold the door open for my buddy to leave. And that's after I placed his coat on a proper hanger when he arrived.

Mine: the long ago retired Rick Hammersmith.