desertguy1954

Because of the restrictions that have been placed on various activities in Jacksonville it appears the Republican convention may be held outdoors. Of course, it probably will be in the mid-90s (with a humidity to make it feel like the 100s) and in hurricane season. Then again they can take care of that with a Sharpie. Most of Trump's crew will probably come by trailer anyway so there may be no need for hotels. Sounds like a gangbuster of a convention to end a gangbuster of a presidency.

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For several years now, I have been working on what will hopefully become either a book/one man show about my adventures in this crazy business...the first call was pivotal in my development. (Not for the timid).
I'm too shy/embarrassed to share it in an open forum like this, but I will say this: No regrets....(even after all these years later).
If I can sit down with a writer/writers & get it where I want it, I look forward to getting it out there.
Oddly enough, the title was suggested by a one time forum member!

My mother died about 17 years ago but had she lived, my family would be celebrating her 100th birthday today. During my childhood and through my early teen years, my mother's birthday and the coincident Fourth of July would be a major family occasion, outstripped only by Christmas and possibly Thanksgiving, My mother and father bought a house in the suburbs of NYC, actually in NYC, just in suburban NYC and July Fourth was the day that the house was at its most utile. My father was a man of the times which means I never saw him, wash a dish, clear a table, do laundry, or cook. Except for the Fourth of July. Of course cooking was grilling, as grilling was the only way a man could cook in the fifties and early sixties. So on Independence Day, my immediate family and all of my mother's siblings and their children and assorted others would arrive en mass for barbecue, outdoor fun and family celebration. We had an overground pool, round and about 8 feet in diameter and 4 feet tall. We had an above sized average back yard, well above average for NYC. The house had been built with the back facing abandoned railroad tracks. Across the tracks, identical houses were build facing in the other direction. The tracks were about 10 feet below the grade on which the houses were built and there was about 10 yards of property between the back borders of the houses. There houses were build in a row of 54 houses and basically the "gully" between separated out the neighborhood. When the railroad decided to sell the property, they offered the land to the home owners. In reality, there would not have been another buyer for the land which was surrounded by back yards, with no entry and which was 1/2 mile long and 10 yards wide. So most of the home owners on both side bought half the property, eventually filled it in and extended the back yard. So, my house had the expansive by NYC standards back yard and a pool and about 50 relatives and friends each fourth of July. The youngsters would get in the pool. The adult men would stand around and drink beer and talk and smoke cigarettes and tell bad jokes and the adult women would gather in the kitchen and laugh and exchange the family news of the day.
All the while my father would get the grill started and throw on some burgers franks, perhaps some Italian sausages and then ribs and corn. My mother of course, would have prepared other food and at least one pasta dish. Of course pasta was not called pasta back then, unless you were speaking Italian, Eventually, we would all stand outside and eat off of paper plates with the juice of the burgers sapping whatever small degree of integrity the dish had. And invariably, soon after most of us had finished eating, one of the men would splash one of the women with the water from the pool. There would be a screech and a retaliation. Soon, fifty people were running around with cups and pots full of pool water and the garden hose would be uncoiled as a major weapon. Again, like Old Faithful, one of the women or perhaps one of the smaller, younger men would be tossed in the pool. Others would follow either voluntarily or involuntarily until only one hold out was dry on the sidelines. Attempts would be made to cajole that person into surrendering voluntarily to the fate that was sure to befall them. There was the perfunctory refusal and then the mass attack of wet Italo Americans bearing down on the outlier and the eventual fall to the ground, the gathering of the limbs and torso and the triumphant splash. There was always laughter and howling and people out of breath. There were threats of revenge and covert alliances between relatives who under other circumstances barely spoke to one another. Every towel In the house would be used and as the sun headed down, most would get back into the house, shivering but mostly dry. Cake was served with coffee and then about eight hours after it began the family would begin to leave. This being an Italian family, everyone had to kiss everyone else. There was no hiding from the aunt who was a sloppy kisser, the uncle with the rough beard or the stray relative who liked garlic just a little too much.
Many of the people who attended those parties are now celebrating wherever it is that those who pass from this realm party. Each of those of us who remain here probably have some special memories of these parties.
In celebration of my mother's 100th birthday, I grilled some burgers in the back yard. I turned on the garden hose and sprayed myself. I have to say, that it was an accident that it happened but it did feel totally planned by someone somewhere not here. I enjoyed the sun. I took a dip in my bathtub. (I do not have a pool above ground or otherwise). If I had planned the celebration, /I would have bought a kiddie pool. I ran around the backyard with my dogs. All in all, I had a quarantine party that will be a memory. It will not be as sweet as those parties when I was young, but under the circumstances, I was glad I was able to get out and enjoy the day.

I’m in Palm Springs where today it’s 110 F. My thermostat has been set to 73 F for three months now. My roommate is freezing and I’m still sweating! I pay the bill so he can wear a sweater.

Thanks to those of you who sent PM's wishing me a Happy Father's Day, and several people asked for an update. I'm so sorry to have left you hanging!
 
The day Navy Twin read me the riot act, I went to my room to lie down and think. When his brothers got home, he told them about our talk, and they were non-plussed to find he'd done it without them (I suspect so he could tell me his concern about his older brother). I could hear the shower going for a while and lots of murmuring, then a knock on my door. In came Older Brother and DePaul Twin to ask how I was doing. They had indeed all talked about it, but were planning to talk to me together. I said it was a lot to think about but I couldn't really argue against it, and told them I would talk to my buddy and see how it went.
 
He and I talk a lot, and Skype often, so the next evening I called him and asked if we could videochat. (That has usually involved some, ahem, cyber sex). But once we were online I basically told him what NT had said, leaving out the opinion that he's in love with me-- that was for him to say if he wanted to. He was quiet and asked what I thought. For the second time I described my promiscuity as a teenager when I slept around but never really had a girlfriend, never "went steady," and how the only relationship I'd ever been in was with my wife. And I said I missed seeing him, not just for the sex. So while I didn't quite know what it meant, I'm open to making this more serious. He grinned and said, "Are you asking me to go steady?" And we both laughed as I said yes, I guess I am. He said let me think and I'll get back to you.
 
In about a half an hour I heard a lot of commotion from the boys. I went to see what was up, and they were all in the den with their phones or laptops. My friend had emailed each one individually to say he appreciated their thoughts. He said, and I'm paraphrasing, that he would always be honest with me, that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt me, and that he would never do anything to come between them and me. And he ended with "So I am asking your permission to court your father." DT had responded "Go for it." OB had said, "Of course you can." NT said, "Hell yes!"
 
Back to Skype, where we said okay, let's see where this goes. One thing, we're not sure what to call "this." We're in our 40s and both feel "boyfriend" is kind of silly, but there may be nothing better for now. DePaul Twin jokingly suggested "gentlemen friends" but that's a little too Tennessee Williams for me.
 
Since then we pretty much talk every day although we haven't been physically together for months. But we are still sharing more and more of our lives, and I think this is working. There's more to tell, including an issue I alluded to in the other thread, but I'll save that, for another day.
 
It's odd living in a house as one of four celibate (for now) men. Without getting too graphic let me say the issue in the house these days is not running out of toilet paper, but running out of Kleenex. Older Brother is truly miserable and spends a lot of time in his room with his laptop. Navy Twin talks with his gf every day, and DePaul Twin has a couple of friends-who-are-girls he keeps up with in Chicago. And, well, I guess I'm in a long-distance relationship even though he's just across town. Wish us all luck.

One of my favorite things about summer is seeing men exposure their legs in shorts. I constantly look around noticing hairy legs first, often I admit giving me a hard on. I like all types and I can’t keep my eyes off them. Even if they aren’t that handsome in the face, I love those legs.

I agree 100 percent about Dane. I have enjoyed his company many times. I promise you will enjoy every minute with him.

Not sure why and really don't care . . .
 

I agree 100 percent about Dane. I have enjoyed his company many times. I promise you will enjoy every minute with him.

I agree 100 percent about Dane. I have enjoyed his company many times. I promise you will enjoy every minute with him.

Several times I’ve invited the person with whom I’m about to feast upon to join me in the shower. It’s fun to lather him up with a great smelling invigorating gel and that will ensure a clean, delicious location to lick. Let the warm shower water flow down between his cheeks gently - and/or use a hand-held shower wand to stimulate that area in between tongue darts. Many a sumptuous ass dinner started off in the bath. And yes, light some candles. Wine? Why, of course. But only in a non-glass container.

Several times I’ve invited the person with whom I’m about to feast upon to join me in the shower. It’s fun to lather him up with a great smelling invigorating gel and that will ensure a clean, delicious location to lick. Let the warm shower water flow down between his cheeks gently - and/or use a hand-held shower wand to stimulate that area in between tongue darts. Many a sumptuous ass dinner started off in the bath. And yes, light some candles. Wine? Why, of course. But only in a non-glass container.

I wonder how many 22 yr olds can afford to live in an expensive gay urban neighborhood and hire escorts. When I was that age I had to nurse one beer through an evening at a bar.

My two tops that are my go to guys are both over 50. Believe me they get better every year.

No one. My two go to guys I have the pleasure of their company for two hours at that price.

No one. My two go to guys I have the pleasure of their company for two hours at that price.

No one. My two go to guys I have the pleasure of their company for two hours at that price.

Rock Hudson and Cary Grant in Rome, June 1961
 
A beautiful blond in a white dress approaches.
Cary, hands clasped as if in prayer, appeals to Rock. But what's he asking for? Time alone for the two of them? Or does he want to include the blond?
And with something starting to happen in Rock's pants, what do you suppose he says?
 

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I saw that on TV and my first thought was, That guy's obviously not Gay!

I doubt that providers will need to lower their rates and why should they? After a prolonged abstinence I'd guess they'll have horny clients queuing round the block!
'The labourer is worthy of his hire.'