Becket

Humility is a tricky thing. One can't really try to be humble because that's arrogant. Act too humble and it seems staged. The great times of peace in my life have come only when I decide to "humble" myself, however ultimately difficult that is. But I like the initial post. "No te creas mucho"

To quote the General George S. Patton: Well,......I shoveled shit......in Louisiaia........

Is that it?

When Dad came home from work I was to make him a scotch and water. Mother would often join in with gin and tonic. I was the bartender at age nine or ten. Hated the smell of the booze. Have never had trouble with alcohol myself, though the addictive personality trait runs through me. Had other family members that were full blown alcoholics. Some got treatment and got better. Some did not. Pretty much a teetotaler now in the golden years. Many people have stories similar to mine. Always helps to know your not alone.

This reminds me of what it felt like at 3PM on the day in late May or early June when school was finally out for the summer. That bell would ring for the last time and you could hear kids screaming up and down the halls. No Running!!! NO RUNNING???? KISS MY BUTTOUSKY, MISS SMITH. AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

How come Mati ass doesn't show his ass?

He looks a little like Rafa. I did a double take. Sigh! A boy can dream.

I agree with Merboy about some of Phantom being boring. But the good stuff!!! Really touched my soul. "Masquerade. Faces on parade. Hide your face so the world will never find you." For a guy trying to live in the closet, this was my first kick in the ass to get the hell outta there. "Wishing you were somehow here again." Tear filled acknowledgement that you can't go back, and that the people you loved who are gone are not coming back either. But the ones you have right here and now are worth living your life with. Be grateful for that.

Betty Bayou. To reflect my southern swamp roots

Having read this as a teen at a boarding school, A Separate Peace hit so many of my adolescent buttons. Longing for someone you can't have, but stunned to become his friend. Losing that someone you love: did you play a part in it? How can you deal with that? But before the bad stuff, the joy of day after day being able to talk to this person, gaze at him, discretely tough him, and love him as a friend. Thoughts of this book still leave a pit in my stomach. It's like the line at the end of the movie, Stand By Me. The writer concludes. "I never had friends like those I had in the summer of 1964. In THAT summer, where so much happened. Jesus, does anybody."

Scott Baldwin. Cutiest hinie in the 90's Scot Randsome I love his wresting videos. Ken Ryker. Whoops, I just came........ Brandon from SC (not really eligible for Hall of Fame. Still active)

Truth be known, I could see myself doing this. Boring meeting, hot guy in Serbia you've been staring at for an hour. You're sure no on can see you (bad move there probably.) Well, maybe in my younger years.

It's all new. We don't know everything there is to know about Covid, the vaccine, the virus, the disease. It's not just "poof" going away on Thursday or whenever. We are all gonna have to continue to be somewhat careful for the forseeable (sic) future. Sad. But probably somewhat true.

A farmer boy I once knew said sex on a tractor (parked in Park hopefully) was just about as close to God as he ever got. That continual vibration........

I remember one line from that book: "He had the most perfect penis (maybe she said cock) I'd ever seen." Always wondered what about it made it so perfect for her. Yea......that was a dirty, dirty book in my house growing up. Must have had to hide five different copies. Keep getting busted. And not to totally hi jack this thread, i enjoy hands.

Bond. Tristan Bond.

Itsn't this just gross. What's wrong with you people. Just toss them behind the couch, like I do. ?

Perhaps part of the service could be you, carrying up the (now) naked client, up to the bedroom. Either cuddled in your arms or sprawled across your broad back. For added spice the client could feign resistance. A modern day Scarlett O'hara. That would be a GREAT way to start a session................a boy can dream............

Dam, if it ever gets this complicated for me I'm gonna retire from the hobby. Hang in there, buddy. Emotions can get dragged out and stepped on on both sides.

Yes. You are being used by someone you love. Yes you love him and want to help him. But yes, he is taking WAY too many liberties. Tell him this: 1. I love you. 2. You are a guest here. This is not your home. You are a guest. BTW, don't wait too long to throw him out if that is your ultimate intention. Some states have laws where the rights of a lodger increase as time passes. After X amount of time he is no longer a guest. He is a resident. And then it's almost impossible to get him out. I went through this in the last decade. It was pure hell at the end.

I cannot even begin to give an accurate answer. But not thousands. More in the early hundreds I would guess. So not so much. I can however provide an exact number, name, and face of every woman. Nine times. Well, nine women. Just like the line in the movie "Ferris Buehler's (sic) Day Off." Niiiiiine Tiiiiiimes. My claim to personal fame: One of those was the daughter of a Best Actor Oscar winner. .....the roads we have trod........

Yep. What is confirmed to us more than a year after this thread started is that physical contact can be deadly. But living alone and in a shell will kill you as well. It just takes longer. Human contact has always been both deadly and life giving.

Not yet and not yet. I am hopeful for both, when it's my turn. It's reported that if you get on waiting lists, vac sites end up having a few extra doses at the end of the day which they must use or throw out. So, like a lottery, you might luck into one.

Recently saw for the first time the ballet of Swan lake. It made up the last scene of the movie Billy Elliot, which I also saw for the first time. Both of which are stunning. Anyway, these pics remind me of the dancer in Swan Lake.

My tennis crush has always been Stephan Edburg (sic). I loved every stroke of his. He aged so beautifully.