Rudynate

I'll keep my irrational blanket.

You think? Several years ago, I took an intensive German course of several weeks in Germany. One of our activities was a potluck dinner where we brought a dish that was characteristic of the country we were from. I was the only American in the class and I wracked my brain to come up with something that conveyed "mom and apple pie" that wasn't ordinary. I finally decided on scalloped potatoes with ham." Everybody liked it.

One of my all-time, bar-none favorite meals is bibimbap. I could really imagine it made with wagyu beef. A while ago, just around the corner, a restaurant opened that served nothing but shabu-shabu. The beef version was made with wagyu beef - fabulous I think they were a little to high-concept for this neighborhood - they only lasted a few months.

Nothing too exotic-venison, wild boar, bison, elk, squirrel, wild pheasant, wild duck

You seemed to want to talk about the mind and dismiss the body. And of course, one can try, but the mind and body are intimately related.

I know a terribly sexy guy who works for a company that imports wagyu beef from Japan. He said to let him know anytime I want a deal on Japanese beef.

So, because we're "so much more," hormones should be dismissed as unimportant?

Hormones are an aspect of one's psychology

Testosterone replacement can help with that.

Steak tartare at a good restaurant is not made from ground beef. It is raw tenderloin very finely chopped.

The first time I visited Seattle, I spent a lot of time at and around the Pike Street market. One day, I happened on a specialty meat market that sold only horse meat. I went inside and there were all these different cuts of horse meat in the cases laid out on beds of ice.

The first time I ever ate raw meat was the first time I went to Amsterdam, in the 70s. There used to be a lot of street vendors who sold sandwiches made from little hard rolls filled with raw ground beef. It wasnt't steak tartare exactly because it lacked all the condiments that tartare has. It was just raw ground beef. I bought a couple and I was with a friend and he thought they were disgusting - wouldn't touch them. I didn't find them very appetizing either, but I wanted to show him how sophisticated I was, so I choked them down. I eventually learned to like raw meat dishes.

Im glad its working for you. I've been on it for nearly 15 years.

I grew up in Western New York, and we had a regional specialty - white hots. They were sort of like poor man's bratwurst. My sibs all liked red hots. My father always made sure to get me some white hots.

It is good. I also like it's cousin carpaccio.

Sometimes alcohol can be a factor. We have a friend in his late 70s. He is someone who has always enjoyed a drink, maybe a little too much. He started hitting the martinis pretty hard and underwent a noticeable personality change. He drove off both of his housemates.

Maybe everybody needs hormone replacement therapy. Testosterone deficiency is supposed to be one of the reasons guys get grouchy with age.

I'm so glad you said that. I also avoid, as much as possible, using the word "race." I was doing some deep thinking about rooting out unconscious racism and I realized that it is built into our culture by the very notion of "race" and the language that is used to talk about it. This lead to the realization that to get rid of racism, you have to get rid of "race". And the only way to do that is person by person. That's when I stopped using the word. To me it's as objectionable a word as any of the epithets that are used against people of color.

You made it sound as though you did. If you're grouchy, something needs to change. I get grouchy when I feel I am in a rut.

You aren't taking your own advice- making peace with "fading out." At this point in my life, I'm more concerned about being relevant than I am with whether or not 25 year olds find me attractive. I continue to grow professionally and I'm launching a major new marketing initiative. Thats way more fun than killing time in gay bars.

I think hanging out in bars is a totally nowhere thing to be doing. I went in a bar a few years ago for a meet-and-greet. I didn't even like being seen there.

Like the ones in the photos upthread. Every single one is a pic of a gorgeous man who would look infinitely better if he weren't wearing a baseball cap turned backward.

I like it when an escort "cold calls" me. I admire the entrepreneurial sprit of it. The one who last cold called me, I intend to hire when I have the space in my schedule.

Loathe backward ball caps.

You should find a better class of people to hang out with. Problem solved.