ApexNomad

Let me be the first to say that I take the AIDS epidemic very seriously. I lived through it. I lived through it in a time when we didn’t yet have the language, the resources, or the treatments, just fear, resilience, and each other. I lived through it when funerals outnumbered birthdays, and every new headline felt like another punch to the gut. Many of us here have. I lost many of my brothers. To this day, I still insist on condoms with providers, despite our wonderful and ground breaking advancements. So I understand and respect the meaning behind your post completely. That said, this whole scenario is so surreal it almost feels like a fever dream. A billion dollars, a time machine, and an all-access pass to meet the men of our choosing? This isn’t a post that’s begging for heaviness, at least not in my interpretation. I read it as pure fantasy, part absurdist wish-fulfillment, part “what if” daydream, and I played along with my fellow men. Sometimes it’s fun to just let the imagination go completely off the rails.

I wouldn’t say “dirty.” I’d say, “It looks like the crime scene from a Law & Order episode they never aired because it was too upsetting.”

@56harrisond do you happen to know the top performer here? I’ve seen him in porn but don’t know his name. Thank you.

Adjusted for inflation, a billion in 1985 is almost $2.9 billion today, which means I could rent three stadiums, double the auditions, and still have cash left over for matching silk robes and commemorative towels.

A billion? I’m going back to the ’80s, renting a stadium, and holding open auditions… clothes optional. For that much money, I expect an encore, a standing ovation, and maybe a pulled hamstring or two.

Pro tip for when you forget someone’s name, just lean into it. Be like, “Hey you!’ Look who it is! My favorite person from the pool!” Or if you want to be cheekier about him remembering details from three weeks ago: “Wow, you remembered all that from last time? Meanwhile, I can barely remember my own PIN.” Or even: “There he is! My guy!” I got your back.

May I ask what your scene is? If you feel comfortable sharing.

I have my personal assistant make all my arrangements. So much easier than burner phones. Bad experience, no problem. Hire another assistant.

Even if someone strongly dislikes Colbert’s work or disagrees with his politics, this goes beyond criticism of performance or content. It’s sustained, personalized, and dismissive. Hallmarks of a toxic rant.

Ah yes, the artisanal soap suppository. Truly the lost art of self-care.

I like when there’s still bar soap. Gives me a reason to drop it. Just like the good old days.

Bummer about Phil Dunster.

It was the best because you skipped more than half the episode. 😂😘

I saw this today, and boy, does it make you yearn for, and appreciate, the comedic genius of Leslie Nielsen. Aside from a handful of jokes and sight gags, I wasn’t impressed. Found it boring. Liam Neeson was pretty awful in this. He was painfully flat. Martin Short, Bryan Cranston, Hugh Laurie, Steve Martin… any of these guys could have brought life to the absurdity of the material. I don’t see the point of using old footage from the original movie in the end credits when they went with a completely different theme and music for the opening. If you wanted to capture the tone, introduce that up front. There’s also a blink-and-you-miss-it cameo from Priscilla Presley, who, sadly, looks almost unrecognizable. In the end, it feels like they borrowed the name but forgot the spirit, missing the sharp timing, deadpan delivery, and fearless absurdity that made the originals classics.

I’d wish I trusted my gut.

Oof, that’s a hard one if I’m being honest. If a provider knew I had deep affection for him, that kind of command would loosen my heart.

I wouldn’t be surprised. It clearly wasn’t their intention to end it now. The fact that they hire people to track social media as you say and still ignored the fan reaction, for this long, is pretty shocking, especially given how much money was invested. That’s hubris. This doesn’t have to be wish fulfillment for fans, but don’t insult our intelligence by pretending these characters are anything like the ones we last saw. That’s a huge part of the problem. The other thing I’ve wondered, in addition to my previous post, is whether there’s ever been a show that started as a series, moved to movies, and then came back to television. Maybe it’s a stupid thought, but that could also be jarring—having to return to serialized storytelling after watching it play out over the course of two movies.

If there was any doubt that AJLT was canceled rather than simply ending by design, tonight’s penultimate episode cleared it up. A title card teased the next episode as the season finale, when of course it should have said series finale. This wasn’t planned. It was canceled. HBO couldn’t even be bothered to swap out the card.

Baking, cooking, scented sachets, preparing for PSL season.

The forum is keeping it real with KevinKeepsItReal. I’ll let myself out.

Tell us how you really feel.

Agreed! Now that I’ve seen the movie, it wasn’t boring, it was just uninspired. Handsome men. See it for that.

That is dedication and commitment. And I notice he has binder clips on his nipples. I bet he’s fun in bed.

Impressive nude, not an impressive scene. Found it boring.

Bio-musicals are incredibly tricky. How do you condense an entire life, one that’s still unfolding, mind you, into two and a half hours? It didn’t quite work for The Cher Show. The Tina Turner musical was done better by the movie. I haven’t seen MJ, but from what I’ve heard, it skips over a lot. Honestly, Mamma Mia! might be the smarter model: use an artist’s catalog to tell an original story rather than attempt a cradle-to-stage biography. If you’re going to dip into Dolly’s treasure chest (no pun intended), why not use it for a fresh narrative? A jukebox musical inspired by her spirit, rather than trying to cast the impossible. There’s only one Dolly.