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Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman, she was on our Board of Directors and donated a lot to the environment.
 
Al Gore, Newt Gingrich, Trent Lot, Tom Foley, John McCain, Harry Reid, all these were green room situations backstage at events.
 
Chris Mathews, absolute jackass. And a slob.
 
George Stephanopoulos. Even better looking in person.
 
The Dalai Lama, again backstage at the Palace hotel in San Francisco. Right time, right place and an inside contact. While in his presence an incredible sense of tranquility overcame my being. I've never experienced such a powerfully spiritual moment in my life before or since.

Ah, actor, I read your initial post and thought how right you were. The language didn't not put me off (I scarcely noticed it, having become inured to rough speech) until I read what others have said. Going back and re-reading what you wrote, I understand the subsequent posters point. Nevertheless, it does not diminish the fundamental truth of what you have said. Thank you for your honest rant - you sound like someone I would like to know. I wish we could stick this post at the top of the Lounge - we all need a little reminder about this serious business of aging and how to have a perspective on it that is affirming.

You're absolutely right. I got carried away and became way too vitriolic. My sentiments haven't changed but my choice of words is very poor. Thanks for pointing it out. I'm usually much classier than that! But she just had me hopping mad!!!

As I’ve stated many time on many different threads on this site I’m 74 and there isn’t a damn thing I can or want to do about it. We seniors, I really don’t like that categorizing word; can ONLY be marginalized if WE allow ourselves to be. Why should I, or for that matter the woman in the photograph, care what some twenty something dumb ass bimbo or himbo thinks of us. Additionally, if the subjects face is recognizable in the photograph the bimbo has opened herself up to a major law suit.
 
My mirror, my eyes and my body have always determined what I did and what I do wear. When I was 26 years old I had 11¾ -inch arms and I NEVER wore short sleeve shirts; when I was 36 years old I had 18-inch arms and I NEVER wore long sleeve shirts; now I’m about to be 76 and I wear whatever I damn well please. One day when I was 26 I was going to the beach with a group of friends and I put on a speedo bathing suit; I looked into the mirror and immediately said to myself this isn’t me. I took off the speedo and put on a boxer type bathing suit and happily when to the beach. Now if I go into the pool at the Palm Springs Pool Party I wear nothing.
 
I used to tell my students that: 1.) When we were small children we did what and wore what the adult in our lives wanted. 2.) When we became adolescents we did what and wore what our peers wanted, and 3.) When we became adult we did what and wore what we wanted. Unfortunately some people never go beyond stage 1 and some never go beyond stage 2.
 
Frankly people at all stages of our lives in this society and that includes “seniors”, spend far too much time worrying about what others thing of us. I have finally reached a stage in my life where my attitude, excluding a small group of family and friends, is fuck’m

The cruel Playboy bimbo will get hers, and sooner than she thinks. She is competing in a world where Andy Warhol's 15 minutes is a career. There is always someone younger, prettier, sexier, NEWER ready for their "career". Her payback includes watching herself fall apart day by day and coming to hate herself as much as she hates the older woman in the changing room for the sin of living. And she will have perfectly lighted, airbrushed images of her young self to contemplate and compare to the aging body she must live with.
 
I was a handsome enough youngster, I guess, with a tight gymnast's body. Never the handsomest, but attractive. I still have a little of that left, but I don't mourn what I have lost. I never " dined out" on my looks, or shunned those less attractive. I don't envy the beautiful; Vanity is a losing game. If all you care about is your youth and beauty, the second half of your life is going to be tough.
 
One more thing. This is related to why the best escorts, such as Rod Hagen among so many, are so wonderful, respected, and sought after. They see beyond the erosion of the years to the person inside. They make us forget age and just live. May life be good to them.

And I'm often surprised by fellow client type posters saying "I'm too old for so-and-so unless I pay". Yes it's more difficult as we age to attract what we like. But in my sixth decade here and yes while I have the sags and marks of aging (and major weight loss), my confidence overshadows a lot of that....I'm having fun. And not ALL of my young gentleman friends are hired.

There are all kinds of ways in which older people subtly apologize for being old: feeling ashamed of their appearance without clothes, spending thousands of dollars getting cosmetic procedures, dying their hair, feeling out of place around younger people, etc., etc. In other words, they agree with the world at large that being old is something negative that needs to be covered up, concealed, excused.
 
Some people, though, are able to age without feeling like it is something they have to apologize for. I saw a great documentary the other day on Netflix, titled "Iris," about a 90+-year-old fashion icon named Iris Apfel. Everyone should watch it. Iris is 91 or 92 and still having the time of her life.
 
I enjoy hanging out with adults of any age - young college students to the old old. I'm sure there are people who harbor negative thoughts about me because I am well into my seventh decade, but as they say, "What you think of me is none of my business."
 
Believe me, if anyone knew how great this stage of life is, they would be lining up for it.

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

Ahhhh....the amazing and stunning Enzo!
 
I'm sure I've told this story before so forgive me.
I was very young and very new to hiring.
I had just broken up with my first "serious" boyfriend.
The relationship had been rocky and I had gained over 60 lbs.
I didn't feel "sexy" at all and hadn't for many years.
 
Then, I hired Enzo......
 
From the moment he opened the door he immediately pulled me
inside his apartment, picked me up off the ground, pinned me against
the wall just inside his front door and started ravenously kissing me.
 
I don't think I have ever been kissed like that before or since.
 
During that first 1 hour hire we never made it more than 2 feet
inside his front door. The 2nd hire we made it to the kitchen.
3rd - his living room. It wasn't until the 4th hire that I even saw
the inside of his bedroom. Like any typical Hell's Kitchen
apartment...all these spots were no more than 2-3 feet apart.
 
I don't think I've ever "fallen in love" with an escort....
but I certainly came the closest with him. He made me believe
in myself and my body...flaws and all. Every month I worked
out a little bit harder....just to see the look in his eyes when I
would show up a little thinner and a little more confident.
 
He was kind, passionate, loving and fun as fuck in bed.
 
The last time I saw him I was built, ripped and looked even
better than I did in my youth. At the end of our last appointment
he took me in his arms tight and said, "you look fucking amazing.....
but you don't NEED me anymore". I was heartbroken but
I knew what he was saying and we never saw each other again.....
 
Thank you Enzo....from the bottom of my heart...thank you.

I've lost over 50 pounds in the last few years. It's been a slow, steady, progression with diet and moderate exercise. My doctor has been pleased with the results and I'm only six pounds from the goal weight he set for me.
 
Walking has been my preferred exercise and I'm fortunate to live only a couple of miles from work. My round trip daily walk clocks in at just about five miles. I'd rather walk than take DC Metro any day. The best part is the walk home after work. My head clears all the office bs by the time I arrive home. Even better are the errands that get done to Whole Foods, the dry cleaners, and the bank.

Here's my two cents for what it is worth:
 
It all proves that "dieting" as opposed to a "proper diet" combined with exercise is what is needed to keep off the weight!
 
By a proper diet one must eat healthily by in part by avoiding unhealthy things such as trans fats, keeping up with healthy fatty acids such as omega 3's, following a Mediterranean type eating style, and having an emphasis on protein which helps to build and maintain muscle mass. This added to an exercise program than combines both aerobics and muscle building or maintaining muscle is the other portion of the key to success. An increase in muscle mass increases a person's rate of metabolism.
 
In a nutshell, that is the key to success. Diet alone or the improper diet which simply counts calories will never work as the body indeed with fight you at every turn. As such you must trick your body into being cooperative by literally changing it!

But many of the m/m novels written by women focus on how sex feels, smells, tastes as well. The emotions during such scenes aren't about love but lust or maybe protectiveness or how well the top is being served if the characters are into kink. Not that there aren't some books by women that go pretty far in the sentimental direction - there are - but a lot of male-authored books seem episodic and meandering.
 
To the extent the gender of the author is known, I find sex scenes written by men, whether straight or gay, boring, perfunctory and very much insert tab A into tab B. If you're going to write them like that, why bother? From what you're saying, that may be authentic, but it's not exactly scintillating reading. And really? Little goes on in the minds of both participants during a blow job, hand job, frot, or anal sex? Wow.
 
I've read a lot of them too and still find a wider variety of looks, personalities, body types and careers in m/m romance compared to m/f, but lately I've read more m/f because there's more of it, it's less expensive, and the review site I got m/m recommendations from is defunct.
 
I also forgot to mention Alexis Hall. Despite the name, Hall is a dude, though he identifies as queer, not gay. I've read his columns and blog and a short story of his but none of his books. I started reading For Real but stopped because I realized it required more sustained concentration than I could muster at the time.

NY, I share your shame I've read the CS Pacat books and look forward to the third coming out in February. I like series and recommend Kora Knight's Upending Tad books (6 volumes), funny, romantic and hot, and KJ Charles A Charm of Magpies series. Not sure how many volumes, but fantasy based. And hot!
I was initially skeptical as these types of books seem to be written mostly by woman, but if they want to write dirty, why not? I just wish my prostate was as magical as the prostates of their characters are!

I'm not the least bit guilty about my addiction to gay novels. I read all types and enjoy a good, historical, contemporary or mystery novel as long as the plot and writing are good and there are some hot, detailed sex scenes. Reading for pleasure is supposed to be enjoyable. Don't beat yourself up. Try anything by Josh Lanyon. He has an excellent mystery series that starts with Fatal Shadows. I've also noticed that many sexy gay romances are written by women, who do pretty well, actually. I always wonder how they do their research about how it feels to have a warm tongue slide across the head of a hard cock. LOL.

I don't mind admitting I love Jay Bell, but he's pretty romantic. If you don't mind edgy but still romantic (and incredibly hot), you might try Santino Hassell's Sutphin Blvd. and Sunset Park.

My actual experience for 15 years suggests the opposite.
 
The anecdote I already posted above says it all. It's just my perceptions, but what you are talking about here is basically whether you can disclose you are imperfect AND come off as self-confident. And you're right, self confidence is sexy.
 
In one case as I described above I felt like a client with a perfectly hard cock that functioned very well was desperate to cover up his lack of confidence in himself due to his age. In another case I felt like a client with a cock he himself described as nonfunctional (regarding erections) was full of self-confidence and fun and relaxing to be with. These were just my perceptions, but what we're talking about here are perceptions of sexiness. Clarity and confidence are not mutually exclusive things.
 
There's at least one poster on this site I have been hired repeatedly by who manages to combine what would clearly be considered an overweight body with a self-confident "that just means there's more of me for you to love, if I let you" attitude. I find that sexy, too.

If your of an escort who enjoys what he does, and enjoys his time with his clients - it shouldn't matter if the client is overweight or not.
 
A "true and humble" escort doesn't and shouldn't discriminate over size, race, or creed of any kind.

Thanks. But here's a warning to all of you. I actually consider myself a whore.