Rudynate

My husband has had to give up most butt play. He's been hospitalized twice for UTIs and had UTI's twice more for which he had to receive IV antibiotics. We have gotten very good at doing home infusions. Surprisingly, he was never seen by a uro through all of this until the last time. I kept telling him he needed to be under the care of a uro, and finally, the last time somebody finally thought to do a referral to a uro. The uro said no more butt play.

Grand Marnier - fond memories

That sounds familiar.

orangey-tasting isn't it?

I have had 40 dry Januaries, and Februaries and Marches . . .

My parents were fanatic about liver. What they liked was called "baby beef" liver - I don't know if that's any different from calves liver. They got it at the meat counter at the grocery store and it had to be sliced to order - thin. They always had it dipped in flour and pan-fried in bacon fat, with the bacon alongside. My sibs and I all hated it - we would choke down just enough to be allowed to leave the dinner table. I few years ago I bought some liver and tried and it tasted as bad as when I was a kid.

Whenever I hear Yiddish being spoken, it sounds so similar to German that I always assumed it was a German dialect. I read recently though that linguists consider it a separate language.

A team in the UK has identified a segment of the spike protein that is conserved across alpha, delta and omicron. I only read it quickly - I think they have created monoclonal antibodies to it. I would think they should also be able to produce a vaccine that would be equally effective across the important variants.

Tricky, I imagine, since this game involves at some fantasy and/or illusion.

No boiled egg? Germans and Scandinavians are very big on a boiled egg at breakfast.

And I have a particular admiration for Dutch men. As a matter of fact, my husband's ancestry is Dutch. He looks look somebody you could meet strolling the streets of Amsterdam.

Kind of like European sandwiches - no condiments, just meat, maybe cheese on a nice roll, a little tomato. I really got used to them when I lived there. American sandwiches with all the condiments and sauces began to seem a little gloppy.

"This is coming to a screeching halt, now." "No ifs ands or buts." My father used to exclaim "unbelievable" a lot. And I use the same expression. I shake my head and say, "Unbelievable" pretty often. My mother had status issues over the fact that she wasn't college-educated and often dropped allusions into the conversation to show how well-read she was. It seemed a little silly since my father only had an 8th-grade education.

Last week, my husband made us chicken sandwiches for lunch. We were out of mayo so he used ketchup and I was thinking, "Oh well, this will be character-building." It was REALLY tasty. Since then, I have made chicken sandwiches with ketchup twice more.

I like "There's no fixing stupid."

I thought people were beginning to hoard food again. Canned beans seem to be in short supply.

It just depends. If it ruins his appearance or is offensive - like a swastika on his forehead - then probably no. But I certainly don't have any policies or beliefs about guys with face tattoos. I will say I have an obvious bias, since I'm fairly heavily tattooed.

I think it's an odd topic. I have never had a fascination with porn stars so I'm not sure how many I have seen in person, let alone, how many I have fucked, which, as far as I know, is zero. I did see Al Parker on the street once in San Francisco not long before he died. Also, my husband and I were walking along upper Market Street and walked past Michael Brandon standing inside the doorway of a store or restaurant. My husband said he cruised me as we walked by. I hired Michael Vincenzo a few times, and he was one of my best experiences. The porn star that I would most like to fuck or to have fucked (since he is retired) is Caedon Chase.

Right - we had been a couple for more than 20 years. Initially, we married because a business coach with whom I was working sold me on all the advantages. But it quickly became larger than that - the kind of thing where nothing had changed and everything had changed. Not a day goes by when I don't think for a minute how grateful I am for my relationship. We decided to get rings and we made a date for when we were going to go pick them out. We went to a nice jewelry store and sat down while a nice young gay boy showed us rings. We each bought the other his ring and then went and had a nice lunch. We were married under the rotunda in the San Francisco City Hall with my husband's brother and sister-in-law as our witnesses, nobody else present. We had a nice lunch then went away to stay for a few days at our favorite cushy resort in Sonoma.

Genius.

True - always has been, especially way back pre-AIDS

But it's so convenient.

I haven't been paying attention because I haven't been driving much since my hip surgery. I just googled it and found that the average gas price in San Francisco at the end of last month was 5.05. Gas prices in San Francisco are always scandalous.

It is supposed to reverse endothelial dysfunction

Since none of the received explanations of the meaning of life work for you, it is incumbent on you to find your own meaning in life. If the universe is empty of meaning you don't HAVE to react with horror, as in "The Scream," or with Sartrian existential despair. Zennies posit that meaning is found in the living of everyday life and not speculating on the unseen and unknowable, "chopping water and carrying wood." That's my approach - I don't even speculate on why I'm here. I get up every day and do the best I can. I'm not delirious with bliss but one day follows another and I'm always eager for the next day.