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Well, my housekeeping leaves a lot to be desired, I freely admit. I always got the boys to school clean and neat and healthily fed. But the house was sometimes a bit of a war zone. (And, ahem, still is. Sometimes.)

Thank you, my friend. I am so grateful to their wonderful teachers, who work so hard for their students. [quote= P.S. Would love to meet you and hope you might consider attending the Palm Springs Weekend. I'm thinking about it, maybe next year. I was all set to try the DC gathering next year so I hope that happens too.

As someone who started watching gay porn at a comparatively late age, I came across many vintage videos with no knowledge of the performers' history. When one appealed to me and I did some research, it so often was the case that he had died. (I was so turned on by Lee Ryder and so depressed to learn he'd died almost 20 years before I saw his porn). It makes me happy, or at least relieved, to hear about those still with us, even if they aren't as attractive as they were when filming.

They're identical, as alike as two peas in a pod, as they say. They were mono-amniotic, very risky but no complications as it turned out. Unless they have different haircuts it's still typical that I mistake one for the other. If they're together I can tell them apart but if one comes in alone it's a toss-up. Interestingly, their brother has no problem, he can always tell which is which. I've mentioned before that they occasionally speak in unison, which always takes people aback. The soon-to-be Midshipman will have his head shaved the day he enters the Academy, and they've already agreed they'll both shave their heads the day before to get him ready. I'll never be able to tell them apart then.

You guys have been so cool and helpful as I shared the experience of facing my sexuality while raising my kids as a single father. My eldest is in his second year at Fordham, happy and thriving. On Friday one twin got a call from Delegate Norton's office that he'd been appointed to the US Naval Academy, his lifelong dream. It is amusing to see how happy he is, and his twin is almost as happy for him. That son is still waiting to hear about his college applications. Stanford is his first choice, but I hope he ends up closer, Still, whatever will be best for him is what I want. So I'll have a Midshipman starting this summer. It means he'll leave home sooner, in late June, but he's only about 45 minutes away when he's in Annapolis, although he won't be able to come home often. He and his girlfriend vow they'll manage the long distance thing (she's hoping for UPenn) so we'll see. They are very serious, so maybe it'll last. And I think it's sinking in to the twins what a change it will be for them to be apart. They've always shared a room, even turning down the offer for one of them to move into their brother's room when he left for college. And I feel the approaching departures deeply, now they're in the last semester of high school. Yes, I'll be free to be myself and find out what that means, but I'll be on my own for the first time in my life, really. Lots of discovery to come, I think, for all of us.

He's in DC now-- anyone have any info? Younger than I usually go for but I like the vibe.

One of the reasons I gave up on craigslist meetings was the dearth of tops. Even guys who posted that they were tops usually weren't looking to fuck.

Yes, lots of potential complications, and it's often the case that both don't survive. We were lucky but it was nerve-wracking.

Like peas in a pod. They were monoamniotic, sharing one placenta. I can tell them apart when they're together but if one walks into the room it's anyone's guess. Oddly, their brother never confuses them. They've sometimes had different hairstyles so that helps. But just now they both have buzzcuts and it's impossible.

Pausing in the preparation to wish everyone good times in the days ahead, whether you celebrate any specific holiday or not. I'm grateful for the virtual friendships I've made here, and your sympathetic ears have made it easy to share my experiences, something I've done nowhere else. As my impending empty-nester status gets ever closer, I realize that the boys will be dealing with separation, too. The twins have always shared a room, even turning down the chance for one to move into their brother's room when he left for college. They're not applying to any of the same colleges, so whether they get their first choice or not, they will be apart for the first extended period of their lives. I sense that they are feeling that and spending even more time together, usually double-dating these days when they didn't used to. This morning I heard something that floored me. Some twins develop a language of their own as babies, but mine didn't really, except for one word. Just as they were starting to talk, they called each other "Ayah," pronounced AH-yuh. We used to joke that they were Maine lobstermen in another life. They'd greet each other or call each other by that word until they started talking more and using their real names. They're Pete and Matt, but at first called each other Peke and Mack, and those remained family pet names for years until they started objecting. This morning they were in the kitchen making cookies, and I heard one of them say, "Ayah, hand me that bowl." I hadn't thought of that in years, and wasn't even sure they remembered they had once called each other that. I went in and asked them about them using it and they looked completely puzzled. They said they use it all the time. When I said I hadn't heard them call each other that since they were babies, they told me they only use it when they're alone together, but they always use it then. Later their brother told me he knew they called each other that but they got mad if he ever did. I guess "Ayah" means you-person-who-looks-just-like-me or something. I don't know why I like this discovery so much, but I do. I am treasuring us all being together for now. I hope you're with people you treasure, too.

Early in my hiring I warned an escort that while I was older than he, I hadn't done much with a guy so he'd need to guide me. He said, "You're young in experience." I liked that, and him, and hired him several more times until he retired to go to grad school. Now he's in a relationship but we touch base (platonicly) now and then.

Yes, I meant '29. �

In the days before the stock market crash, men wore white tie and tails in the orchestra, boxes, and grand tier. The "Dress Circle" is called that because you were expected to be in black tie, at least. Above that, the balcony and family circle, there was no dress code but in those days no one would have gone in casual attire. Monday remained "white tie requested" until the company left the old Met for Lincoln Center. The last time I was there, a few years ago, anything went but most of the audience was at least presentable. In college I used to do standing room at the Met, and as I remember orchestra standing room was mostly well-dressed, family circle standing room, where many are extreme opera fanatics, was pretty informal, even quirky and sloppy. If ancient rituals interest you, check out this text from Emily Post's Etiquette from the 1920s, about how gentlemen are to behave in an opera box. http://www.bartleby.com/95/6.html

When John Byrne drew the X-Men Angel usually had a crotch bulge.

He was only my second hire (and second guy I'd been with) so I was still discovering what I liked. Yes, now I go mostly for late 30s/early 40s guys, but it's not set in stone.

Trevor Knight was a major fantasy for me, I love his voice while he's fucking someone.

I'm 40, 41 in December, my kids were born when I was 21 and 23. I once hired a guy who said he was 21, but I was 33 and my kids were 10 and 12. Now, with a 19 year-old, I don't know I'd look for someone that young.

Now it works for me, too.

The show is billed in the US as The Grest British Baking Show because "Bake Off" is copywrighted by Pillsbury for its big annual contest.

Hmm, is there a trick to inserting links? It works when I copy and paste in my browser, but not when I click the link.

That is something I struggle with, a bit. I posted about a similar topic last summer. http://www.companyofmen.org/threads/a-question-for-the-fathers-oh-the-sons-too.115800/ I mostly am attracted to, and hire, guys close to my own age but I have hired younger, although not as young as my boys are now. As they get older, it's inevitable that I'll be attracted to men their ages, I suppose, just as a straight father might be turned on by his daughter's contemporaries. But it does make me uneasy.

You know, I don't think of him as a pornstar, but David SF has a few very hot videos online, and I've hired him. He is still active, as far as I know.

I only started looking at gay porn about 8 years ago and I went through a phase of exploring vintage porn from the 80s. The music was terrible and the hairstyles, um, unfortunate. But I got obsessed with Lee Ryder and was so sad to learn he had died long ago. I didn't know he had escorted.

There are Irish Cohens, more often spelled Cohan, but not always.

Same here, so annoying and never any useful insights or comments. What's the appeal?