Lucky

Wow! TO be on a cruise with @glutes

I have never been to CCBC so have no idea of the prices, but I have heard more than once that it is a dump. (I checked Booking.com. A room with one queen bed is $620 for two nights this weekend. If you get your cock sucked a couple of times, isn't that worth it?) If you don't want to spend the night, they have day and night passes:

Good ol' Band- Aid Benjamin knows the score!

I went to the dentist yesterday and was surprised to see a colonics business right below it. It did look empty.

Bye Bye Tommy!

I found the Vulture article totally unfair to Eddie Redmayne.

My back hurt like hell after a night at a Motel Six.

Palm Springs may not be for you!

Speak for yourself! 😄

@Luv2play did you really need 7 different posts to say what you had to say?

So, no dicks in Phoenix. It's too hot there anyway!

He hasn't logged in to his Rentmen site in 2 1/2 years!! Nice picture though.

I wonder what show @sf westcoaster finally picked!

Aren't there other threads detailing problems with this guy? Or is this a different Rickmuscle?

I am going to be 77 in August, living here in the SOCAL desert, I find that just about every guy 18-30 hits on me. Oh, wait. There are no guys under 60 here. I must be getting senile!

I am over a year on Ozempic. I have lost 40 pounds, but moreover, I have lost none of my appetite. I need to exercise a lot to keep from gaining weight. My sugar desire has not subsided. Doc does not expect I will lose any more weight. As for diabetes, my A1c is terrific.

Don't you folks have jobs? How can you spend so much time on such minutiae?

Definitely one to avoid. A friend hired him for an hour, got 40-45 minutes for $400. When asked why not an hour, Ryan replied that that extra time was for you to dress and undress.

Motel 6? Seriously?

Comparing the guys pictured to the understudies I saw, the understudies are far cuter!

I saw a matinee performance of The Outsiders where 4 of the leads were played by understudies. They were all cute and I thought that they did a great job. The fight scene in the rain is spectacular.

The most surprising compliments I have received in my life were "what a pretty hole I have!" How do you respond to that?

It might help to develop some self esteem.

I had the privilege of reading an advance review copy of You Should Be So Lucky, which debuts on Tuesday. Not only did I like it, the NY Times has given it front page coverage. https://www.nytimes.com/2024/04/24/books/review/new-romance-novels.html?searchResultPosition=8 Times: But sometimes there is no hope. Illness worsens, accidents strike, you lose people you love. It’s inevitable, as Cat Sebastian’s blunt, beautiful midcentury historical makes clear: “Unless a couple has the good fortune to get hit by the same freight train, their story ends in exactly one way.” At the start of YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY (Avon, 382 pp., paperback, $18.99), the journalist Mark Bailey is only 16 months out from the death of his partner. He’s coasting. It’s only when he’s assigned to write about a flailing baseball player on the sad-sack New York Robins that he finds something to connect to: “What’s happening to Eddie O’Leary is an end. That’s something Mark knows about; that’s something Mark can write about.” Eddie, “a wad of bad ideas rolled into the approximate shape and size of a professional baseball player,” doesn’t know why he is suddenly terrible at a game he loves. He’s lonely and new to the city and shunned by the teammates he bad-mouthed to the press. He’s grateful for Mark’s attention even though he knows it’s an assignment, and he’s quick to notice all the little kind impulses Mark would die rather than admit to. Their romance is like watching a Labrador puppy fall in love with a pampered Persian cat, all eager impulse on one side and arch contrariness on the other. People think the ending is what defines a romance, and it does, but that’s not what a romance is for. The end is where you stop, but the journey is why you go. Whether we’re talking about love, baseball or life itself, Sebastian’s book bluntly scorns measuring success merely by end results: “The crowd is hopeful, but it isn’t the kind of hope that comes with a fighting chance. It’s a hope that doesn’t need success to validate it. It’s something like affection, maybe with a bit of loyalty mixed in.” Hoping, loving are things you do for their own sake, to mark being a human among other humans. Or as Eddie puts it: “Sometimes you want to look at a guy and say: Well, he’s f——-, but he’s trying.” I can think of no better summary of why we do any art. If you read one romance this spring, make it this one.

A friend was recently diagnosed with two kinds of sleep apnea, which according to the doc meant that he had to wear the mask with the long tube. He couldn't stand it and gave up. I am very uninformed on this topic so would appreciate information and personal experiences.