Rudynate

I don't care how old he is.

ED is an equal opportunity condition. Your time is coming.

I think that's on oversimplification of the costs involved. The big cost in hormone replacement therapy is not the hormones. It's the testing. Expect ~$1k per year for lab tests. Labs may or may not be covered by insurance. Kaiser docs are totally clueless when it comes to testing for HRT. They think it's sufficient to check your total testosterone now and again.

I discovered a new stack that is fabulous-Cialis 10 mg and viagra 50 mg. Lasts well into the next day. I think it would be great for an overnight with a companion. I wake up hard in the middle of the night.

Justin Theroux.

Now that he lives here, I think I would like to book with him. I've always thought he was gorgeous in every possible way.

He is close to the top of my "my must-see "list. He's going to be here at the end of the month for the Dore Alley fair. I probably won't book with him then. I dont ever book travelers when they're in town for special events. I'm afraid they will be distracted.

I don't really smoke, but I love to puff on a cigar while I'm taking care of a bottom boy.

If they know how to eat pizza strategically, it can actually help them look like that.

Occasionally, I see a twink I like. In fact, I have a particular thing for twinks that are hung huge.

In California, tattoo artists are licensed.

I think pretty much anywhere along the coast, from San Diego to Seattle, same-sex PDAs are everyday occurrences. Years ago, redneck tourists would venture into the Castro to gawk and sneer in disgust at same-sex couples touching and kissing in public, but you just don't see that any more. I think things have changed for most people, the extremely hateful and/or extremely conservative being excepted.

He's great if you're into twinks.

I remember a New Years Eve dinner. My housemates and I managed to throw a great dinner together with what we had on hand. This was back when all the stores closed early on New Years Eve. We scared up some Asti wine somewhere and watched the Berlin Philharmonic perform Beethovens Ninth Symphony on TV. I've always remembered it as a paricularly nice time.

I like plain whole-milk yogurt or Greek yogurt. I don't like fruited yogurt in cups or any other kind of sweetened yogurt. I really enjoy fresh berries with it and a tiny sprinkle of truvia over it.

High tea or afternoon tea?

I know about the disappointment of being a mediocre musician. When I was 13 or 14 years old, I first heard the 3rd movement of the Moonlight Sonata. And I determined that someday I would be able to play it. Of course, it's a virtuoso piece. A few years ago, I decided to give it a try, even though it was beyond my skill level. Even, though, ideally you should possess the required skill level for a piece, I thought, "Why couldn't I use the process of learning the piece to acquire the necessary skill?" I worked on that piece for years. Some people even thought it was good. More perceptive listeners said, "You know, it's not bad." But it took years to get to "not bad." So I decided to content myself with learning easier pieces that I could learn to play really well.

Happiness is a by-product of being the best "you" you can be.

Mostly into "chopping wood and carrying water." Doesn't seem a bit bleak to me.

I used to enjoy pondering the imponderable. Now I mostly find it a waste of time. I enjoy devoting myself to becoming the best I can be.

Quien sabe? You didn't do anything. Forget about it and move on.

That's a problem generally with Eastern European men - they seem to age rapidly. I remember a conversation I had once with a Lithuanian woman. She was a young widow - her husband had died from heart disease at a young age. She said it was quite common in Lithuania for young men to die early from heart disease and that young widows like herself were a common thing.

Melania's escort for the SOU speech was very fetching. She might have gotten at least a little enjoyment walking on the arm of a man who looked like that.

Maybe 40 years ago, yes. But the world is now so homogenous, probably not.

I remember I was boarding a flight back to the US in Frankfurt and I was having a little trouble finding the gate. Then I saw this big crowd of dowdy, frumpy-looking Americans and I thought, "Oh, this must be it." Sadly, it was.