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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.

My new FB and I trained together yesterday. I drove him home and we made out in the car for a few minutes before he got out. I felt like a teenager.

I don't generally have a foot fetish, but I do for a particular kind of foot - long and narrow with a high arch and dark hair on the backs of the toes.

People get embarrassed if they do something just because they want to after reaching middle-age because there is always somebody waiting to scream "mid-life crisis. Branding an impulsive action as a mid-life crises is sort of a putdown that is really quite toxic. I got my first tattoo in my early 60s. In fact, it wasn't an impulse - it was very carefully thought through. A guy in my gym asked me if it might not be a midlife crisis tattoo. I replied that I didn't think so, but what if it was? There are a lot of impulsive actions with more far-reaching consequences than getting a tattoo. Once I was walking in Union Square in a new suit and a homeless guy told me I looked like I drove a Lambo. I could have gone out and bought the Lambo. Now that would have been a seriously impulsive act.

I'm much better off married. I have big needs and have trouble satisfying them by myself. My husband is very stable, reliable and loyal and has an extraordinarily strong character. With his nurturing and support I have done amazing things with my life these past thirty years. One of the most important things he does for me is that he reminds ME all the time about what a strong man I am. Of course it becomes routine - but I rely on that routine as a sort of compass. We've helped each other through a lot of shit AIDS, the financial crisis, the pandemic, the deaths of our mothers, needing to get a loan modification on our house after the financial crisis, his business failing after the financial crisis. I've been hospitalized 5 times over the course of our relationship, had three major surgeries. He has been hospitalized twice for life-threatening kidney infections. And through it all, we have cared for and looked after each other and been there. It seems every time we come through a hardship, our relationship is stronger.

I'm almost 70. I still have a strong libido, but need pharmaceutical assistance to get and maintain a good boner. My husband and I are fairly kinky, so that helps to maintain interest. Interestingly, the right man gets me so stimulated that I can get and maintain a good erection - he has to be the stuff of fantasies. I have mentioned a couple times that I have a new FB. He is 6'4, slender, handsome AF, horse-hung and used to be an escort. No erectile problems with him.

Sure - as much of it as we wanted. We had pharmaceutically-sourced ampules

The real amyl nitrite is an antidote for cyanide poisoning. I was a corpsman in the Army and we found containers of them all over the place in the hospital - nobody knew what they were but a couple gay guys had told me about them. We used to like to get toasted smoking black afghan hash and then snort poppers. We got so loaded that we sat around screaming with laughter and tears running down our faces.

Once, my husband and I were having lunch with my mother at a pushy restaurant on Rodeo Drive. She was wearing all white. My husband was drinking espresso. He is very tall and sort of ungainly in tight quarters. He was returning to the table after going to the restroom and as he sat down, he jostled the table and splashed dark brown espresso all over my mother's white outfit. She was very gracious, but he was mortified. He wanted to fix it right away - so we got up and left and went to the first women's clothing store we came to on Rodeo Drive and went in. I said,"You can't buy her a new outfit here, It'll cost you a week's paycheck." He told me to be quiet and stay out of it, that he needed to do this for her. The woman running the store was an elegant Italian woman who reminded me of Sophia Loren. She saw what needed to be done, and showed my mother to a fitting room. She waved us to a very comfortable seating area and had some drinks brought out. Then she started taking clothes off of the rack to show my mother in the fitting room. This whole process took about an hour and a half, but my mother walked out with a fresh outfit that was probably the most expensive clothing she had worn in her life and we have never said a word about it since.

He was all over the bodybuilding magazines in the late 60's early 70's - amazing body.

I had the idea that maybe rates are down in San Francisco - when I see a guy that interests me, I text him and ask his rate. I have been pleasantly surprised at least a couple of times recently