Rudynate

I like those types, where you just can't tell.

I have a confession to make. I love straight guys. Not to have sex with or chase after. Not neanderthal, homophobic redneck straight guys, but sensitive, aware 21st-century straight guys to have as friends. One of the ways in which internalized homophobia manifested for me is that, in the presence of straight guys, I always felt less than, not truly a man. And I was so used to feeling this way, that I wasn't even aware of it. When I became aware of it I was dumbfounded and I challenged myself to step out and claim my masculinity. One of the benefits of having done this is that I have realized that I'm as much a man as any straight guy, and I'm just as entitled to a place at the table, just as entitled to my slice of the pie. I can have relationships of all sorts with straight guys without always checking to see if I measure up or trying to conceal frailties or weaknesses and I generally like being around them. It's a curious turn my life has taken in the last few years, and I'm not always comfortable with it. I wonder if I haven't gone a bit too far, but I like it. I did form a close friendship with gay man just this year. I hired him to coach me when I was prepping for a competition, and we worked together several times a week for several months. The relationship became very close and intimate and I'm delighted to have him in my life.

Sex on an empty stomach is great.

Blacks use it all the time to describe their hair. It's one of those words that it's best for whites to stay away from.

And in American English, it usually refers to the tightly kinked hair characteristic of blacks of African descent. I believe it is a pejorative expression but not sure.

Thank you. I apologize for my expressed doubts about the believability of your story. I really like the sound of Chinese spoken by a westerner.

I'm hoping to find out before he retires.

That was a happy ending - in both ways.

I think I remember something like that. This friend of mine actually has one. He may even have got the idea from the TV show. He was a junior high school art teacher, after which he was a merchandising executive with a high-end department store. Now he is retired and paints and is actually achieving some recognition in the region.

Tyger is indeed thick. He was a singular experience. I would love to repeat it some time, but the stars haven't lined up again, yet.

His specialty is the "BDSM BFE." Did you experience it?

That torso covered with red fur calls out to me.

in a beautiful way. A big dick is a joy to behold, whether the dimensions satisfy the golden mean or not.

You have to remember who you're doing it for. I have a friend who loves presenting others with beautifully wrapped gifts-to the extent that he has a room in his house devoted to gift wrapping and the supplies therefor.

I might try it. I've always had a thing for folding.

Of course that has occurred to me. If that's what happened, so be it. In my mind, encounters with escorts are not organic, but staged, at least a little bit. So being presented with yet another alias in the guise of it being the escort's real name is just part of the staging.

"Gosh, if Steve had just checked with me first and proved that he could recite that Bible verse in Hebrew, I would have happily signed off on his tattoo. But he didn't, so he's dead to me."

Or else what? What should the consequence of such omission be?

I used to enjoy wrapping presents. I like really nice wrapping paper and one of the little Christmas rituals that I got special pleasure from was shopping for nice papers. I still like buying papers, but wrapping I find tedious. My partner and I spend a few days at a nice resort in Sonoma at this time every year. One year, we ran into a woman I know. She and her daughter had packed up all the presents and the wrapping supplies and had come up to Sonoma to stay for a night or two and wrap all the presents.

It's an expression common in the northeast. "Busting balls" mean teasing somebody or giving them a hard time. A "ball buster" can mean some thing that was challenging or hard work.

If he's a Jew, of course he should know his favorite Bible verse in Hebrew. Otherwise English would be just fine. To think that a non-Jew should be able to recite a favorite Bible verse in Hebrew is just priggishness. The fact that he didn't have the verse on tap doesn't reveal anything horrible about him- just a bit of shallowness. When in the popular culture, have we ever penalized shallowness? I'm catching a whiff of racism in the excessive priggishness.

I couldn't be more pleased with the gingival graft I had. You can't tell there was every anything amiss. It was a big bother, though. They leave the stitches in for two months after the procedure, during which time you can only eat soft foods.

James Altucher predicts one bitcoin will eventually be worth a million dollars.

Oh, that man!! I have to get with him at least once in this life.

As I remember, he said the Hebrew was his favorite Bible verse and couldn't say what it was when pressed. I don't think it's so significant that he couldn't pronounce the Hebrew. I don't think the fact that he got a tattoo imposes on him the obligation of also being a linguist. It's just that the story about the Chinese characters always comes up. The way in which it is always told signals that it is every bit as much of an urban myth as the Mrs Fields cookie recipe. There's an unattractive sub-text here also- that the guy getting the tattoo is, in a way, getting his just penalty for having the temerity to get tattooed. He's forever doomed to go through life a laughing stock. It also sheds light on the common attitude that tattoos are OK if they "mean something." People ask me from time to time what my tats "mean." I say "nothing, really, they're just images I like." They're disappointed that I don't have an interesting story to relate about what they mean.