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Is it just me, or does the phrase " interesting gay club in Pomona " sound a bit of an oxymoron?

My freshman year of college, it began to dawn on me that my budget was way out of whack, and the plan to drive back to Washington State over the holiday break was out of the question. Mom offered to send some money, but my stubborn 16-year-old self was bound and determined to live my life on my own terms, with my own resources. So, I let the folks know that I'd be home over spring break, and went into the Student Center to look over the job posts. Ended up taking a valet parking job at Tanforan Mall - good God I ran my ass off for two and a half weeks, but made a lot of tips ( I seem to recall about $600, in 1980 dollars)- enough to get through till spring. The next Christmas they asked me back, but with better financial planning this time, I was OK without holiday temp work. 

My freshman year of college, it began to dawn on me that my budget was way out of whack, and the plan to drive back to Washington State over the holiday break was out of the question. Mom offered to send some money, but my stubborn 16-year-old self was bound and determined to live my life on my own terms, with my own resources. So, I let the folks know that I'd be home over spring break, and went into the Student Center to look over the job posts. Ended up taking a valet parking job at Tanforan Mall - good God I ran my ass off for two and a half weeks, but made a lot of tips ( I seem to recall about $600, in 1980 dollars)- enough to get through till spring. The next Christmas they asked me back, but with better financial planning this time, I was OK without holiday temp work. 

"It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World."

"It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World."

"It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World."

"It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World."

"It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World."

For my 32nd birthday, I got the wild hair itch ( is 32 too early for a mid-life crisis? ) and traded off a Toyota Camry All-Trak 5-speed sedan, the perfect skiing and winter travel beast, for a bright red Mazda Miata. Some of the gang said I looked ridiculous stuffing myself into it, but I loved having a convertible again. I'd owned a Buick Skylark convertible in my twenties, and my first car was a Datsun 1600 roadster that Dad and  I had rescued only for me to flip it in the first snowfall, ugh. However, moving to Oregon and seeing the mold and rust grow from the ever-present water leaks brought an end to topless motoring, and I traded her off for a more sensible Volvo P1800ES hatchback- fun in its own way, but still miss that open air groove......

For my 32nd birthday, I got the wild hair itch ( is 32 too early for a mid-life crisis? ) and traded off a Toyota Camry All-Trak 5-speed sedan, the perfect skiing and winter travel beast, for a bright red Mazda Miata. Some of the gang said I looked ridiculous stuffing myself into it, but I loved having a convertible again. I'd owned a Buick Skylark convertible in my twenties, and my first car was a Datsun 1600 roadster that Dad and  I had rescued only for me to flip it in the first snowfall, ugh. However, moving to Oregon and seeing the mold and rust grow from the ever-present water leaks brought an end to topless motoring, and I traded her off for a more sensible Volvo P1800ES hatchback- fun in its own way, but still miss that open air groove......

The cat one is a hoot!

My freshman year of college, it began to dawn on me that my budget was way out of whack, and the plan to drive back to Washington State over the holiday break was out of the question. Mom offered to send some money, but my stubborn 16-year-old self was bound and determined to live my life on my own terms, with my own resources. So, I let the folks know that I'd be home over spring break, and went into the Student Center to look over the job posts. Ended up taking a valet parking job at Tanforan Mall - good God I ran my ass off for two and a half weeks, but made a lot of tips ( I seem to recall about $600, in 1980 dollars)- enough to get through till spring. The next Christmas they asked me back, but with better financial planning this time, I was OK without holiday temp work. 

My freshman year of college, it began to dawn on me that my budget was way out of whack, and the plan to drive back to Washington State over the holiday break was out of the question. Mom offered to send some money, but my stubborn 16-year-old self was bound and determined to live my life on my own terms, with my own resources. So, I let the folks know that I'd be home over spring break, and went into the Student Center to look over the job posts. Ended up taking a valet parking job at Tanforan Mall - good God I ran my ass off for two and a half weeks, but made a lot of tips ( I seem to recall about $600, in 1980 dollars)- enough to get through till spring. The next Christmas they asked me back, but with better financial planning this time, I was OK without holiday temp work. 

My freshman year of college, it began to dawn on me that my budget was way out of whack, and the plan to drive back to Washington State over the holiday break was out of the question. Mom offered to send some money, but my stubborn 16-year-old self was bound and determined to live my life on my own terms, with my own resources. So, I let the folks know that I'd be home over spring break, and went into the Student Center to look over the job posts. Ended up taking a valet parking job at Tanforan Mall - good God I ran my ass off for two and a half weeks, but made a lot of tips ( I seem to recall about $600, in 1980 dollars)- enough to get through till spring. The next Christmas they asked me back, but with better financial planning this time, I was OK without holiday temp work. 

My freshman year of college, it began to dawn on me that my budget was way out of whack, and the plan to drive back to Washington State over the holiday break was out of the question. Mom offered to send some money, but my stubborn 16-year-old self was bound and determined to live my life on my own terms, with my own resources. So, I let the folks know that I'd be home over spring break, and went into the Student Center to look over the job posts. Ended up taking a valet parking job at Tanforan Mall - good God I ran my ass off for two and a half weeks, but made a lot of tips ( I seem to recall about $600, in 1980 dollars)- enough to get through till spring. The next Christmas they asked me back, but with better financial planning this time, I was OK without holiday temp work. 

What have we learned here?
Most white, gay thirst-traps don't deserve entire documentaries.
 

And I’ve had random people ask me for autographs in the airport and in Chicago, for whatever reason, I seem to of had a Following there for a number of years and on numerous occasions people would see me on the street and then turn around and follow me. One time I was on the phone talking to my brother and I noted that this guy was walking behind me who had just passed me. I turned around and looked at him and I waved and kept walking and continue talking to my brother. We came to a stoplight and he was still behind me. I cross the street in a different direction and he hesitated  when I turned around to look again, he waved at me… So, I walked back to him and I said “do I know you~? Can I help you with something~?” He asked me if I was Tyger the Porn Star. Acknowledge that I was and then he asked me if I would sign his shirt. So, I did that.
  Another time I was with a client in Las Vegas and we were at a mystery murder dinner show. During the show you’re allowed to communicate together on Facebook exchange clues and all of that. It was super fun and we were enjoying the murder mystery theater as well as some delicious food. At some point, people in the show singled out a number of people in the audience, one of them was me. I think the idea is to create a little suspicion and suspense to those who are having dinner there by making it uncertain who is actually a guest and who is actually part of the theater. At one point, they’re asking me increasingly personal questions and I’m trying to answer politely when suddenly, my client tugs on my shirts and points to the monitors around the room. There’s pictures of me dressed in leather half naked up there on 8’ monitors. The people in the theater are asking me if I’m a porn star. They were able to see that because I had connected with the mystery theater on Facebook to look for clues.  I was so embarrassed. My Client was really good about it and was laughing. I suppose it could’ve gone a different way but, we were both fortunate and lucky. I think initially a lot of people in the audience thought that I was a plant and part of the theater performance but, people started looking me up on the internet of their own accord and realized I really was a porn star and you should’ve seen the face of change~ 😳😬🙊🤷‍♂️😛🥰❤️ 
It was kind of a glorious moment. I will never forget it.
 At the end of the mystery theater program, they awarded me with Small trophy for best supporting actor/actress in a non-supporting role~ 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🥰❤️

Hosting the family Christmas dinner circa 1991 in the house I'd finally been able to buy, being the first of my generation of cousins to host the dinner, after decades of my mom's generation hosting. Seeing Grandma smile with the whole brood around the table, the torch being passed down - changing of the guard, feeling finally like a true grown-up in this family.

A car is a car is a car.  It serves a purpose.  It's not indicative of anything, just a personal preference.
Commentary on someone's vehicle choice to me says more about the commentator than the driver.
Let people be happy with their choice.

What do you get if you divide the circumference of a pumpkin by its diameter?
Pumpkin pi.

Really don't know which would be worse - dodging the bovines wandering the byways of Mumbai, or the crazy drivers in the parking lot in Wilton Manors! Either way, your life is in God's hands!

Really don't know which would be worse - dodging the bovines wandering the byways of Mumbai, or the crazy drivers in the parking lot in Wilton Manors! Either way, your life is in God's hands!

Stopped by while in Florida on vacation last week - interior renovations are close to complete, the night we were there the outside bar was closed for work in progress. Some new faces, some long-time staff, but most of the dancers seemed fresh, we enjoyed our visit.

Ya just need to get out more, my friend! Just returned home from a two-week vacation, including five encounters with different guys in four different states- jeez, I didn't know how much I needed to slut it up again haha. Don't worry, it's like riding a bicycle- it'll come right back to ya.