Nebost

When I was a medical student, I did my one of my rotations at a hospital near Chinatown. I learned the following phrases in Chinese, which were helpful socially as well,
Hello.
My name is.....
I am well. You are well.
Lie down and spread your legs.
 
Oh it was an Ob Gyn rotation.

Soap stands out for me as a show I really liked when I was very young too. I think both Soap and Golden Girls dealt with sex and especially sexual repression very openly for their time, with a sense of humor. As a repressed little gay boy I could really relate to that.
 
As for Susan Harris's depiction of gays...I was thankful she acknowledged we existed at all, pretty much no one else on prime time did.

Soap stands out for me as a show I really liked when I was very young too. I think both Soap and Golden Girls dealt with sex and especially sexual repression very openly for their time, with a sense of humor. As a repressed little gay boy I could really relate to that.
 
As for Susan Harris's depiction of gays...I was thankful she acknowledged we existed at all, pretty much no one else on prime time did.

A little early HUMP day humor!!! :eek:
 

 
LOL!
 
TruHart1

I was a fat kid-slimmed up with puberty-but am now fat again for the last 20 years. But I was never any girl's dream (or guy's unfortunately) . And when I learned about sex when I was about 12 (my Dad couldn't bring himself to talk about it with me. He bought me a thin paperback to read. He told me to ask him if I had any questions.), the idea terrified me. (My pardon to the ladies but) the thought of Vaginas scared me silly. And I was supposed to put my tallywacker in that. Actually I may still feel that way (pardon ladies).
 
I remember talking with my brother who was around 19 at the time. I told him it sounded weird. He told me it was supposed to feel good if you moved your tallywacker around once you were inside (he may or may not have used the term 'wiggle').
 
So on top of being horrified by sex and vaginas-a feeling which persisted-I also felt no attraction for girls. I mean there were girls I thought were pretty or cute. But they never affected my tallywacker. On the other hand handsome guys did affect me. I probably knew I was gay deep down. But I kept hoping I'd develop feelings for women. That never happened. But the idea of gay sex terrified me too. I think it would have still terrified me whether AIDS had occurred or not-and the first cases were reported when I was 19. My fears may very well have prevented me from getting infected.
 
But I'm not sure I really knew much about gay sex even though the thought of it terrified me. I read a fiction story in a gay magazine when I was 21 (wasn't mine-it was a roommate's hidden stash that I found -he told me he wasn't gay-someone had given them to him-I think I might have believed him at the time). I still wasn't really admitting to myself I was gay, but I had suspicions. But the description of bottoming in the story was something else that turned me off . I knew I never wanted to do that.
 
So over the years my fear of sex increased. That was added to by not wanting to be gay. Finally I was afraid I was never going to experience sex. That fear slightly overcame my fear of having sex and led to my 1st hire at age 41.
 
Gman

My best friend from high school told me about his earliest realization that he was gay. When he was 12, Richard had a local paper delivery route, and once per month he collected his payment from the customers. One of them was a Polish woman with an 18 year old son, Philip, a big, blond athlete. One day when he went to collect his money, the woman wasn't home, and Philip invited him to come in and play around, which turned out to be masturbating one another. From then on, Philip often managed to be home alone when Richard came to collect, and over the next six years the playing around escalated into more homoerotic activity, even including a scene in which Richard tied Philip spreadeagled on a bed and fucked him. Richard liked to go to the movies by himself on Saturday afternoons, and Philip told him that if he sat in a certain place in the theater, older men might approach him and masturbate him or even suck his cock in the dark. Soon Richard's paper delivery money was being spent on movie tickets, and he was associating cowboy movies with orgasms. By the time he graduated from high school, he knew he was gay.
 
Richard never revealed any of this to me until the week we graduated, when we finally came out to one another. He told me that Philip, now 24, was about to get married, and he suggested that I should have a shot at him while he was still available. He arranged for the three of us to go out one night in a car and park in an isolated spot for some fun. Philip turned out to be at least 6'4" with sinewy muscles and silky blond body hair, not handsome but with a harshly masculine face and very butch in demeanor. He was obviously tense about the situation, but there was a hard bulge in his trousers. Richard encouraged me to take Philip's cock out and suck it, and I was stunned: it was the biggest one I had ever seen, and even more than a half century later, I don't think I have ever handled anything bigger. I could barely get my mouth over the head, and I couldn't imagine how Richard at 12 could have done anything with it. No wonder Richard had usually been the top in their activities.
 
Philip got married a few weeks later, and Richard had only one further experience with him; about two years later, when his wife was out of town, Philip called Richard and invited him to come over for some fun. It was a repeat of the bondage and fucking scene. Richard had some poppers with him, and gave them to Philip, who reacted with much wilder abandon that Richard had even seen from him before. But he never heard from him again.

I can relate to that, Tonyko. This isn't my first queer experience, but it is the longer lasting one. I have always been a lone hunter, never been or am interested in a committed, LTR, so my crushes tend to be very short. But there is one guy I met almost 30 years ago I still have a passionate relationship with. When I met him both of us were very young, and he was a street hustler. A breathtaking beautiful one. Our encounters would always involved some kind of transaction, not always money, maybe diner, a piece of clothing, a joint, something. We would not have anal sex, but the kissing was celestial. After a few months of meeting very often, he robbed me. I was very young and poor, so he just vanished without much, just a tape recorder and my weed while I was sleeping. After about one year, he reconnects begging me to see him. We meet, he brings some cash to pay for my goods (he was and is waaayyy below the poverty line), and explains to me that a friend of him was waiting for him outside, armed, and threatening to use his weapon if he did not leave my place with some valuables. Of course I did not know wether or not to believe him. But the chemistry was so strong that I gave him the benefit of doubt and we started a long process of reconciliation. He stopped asking for anything in exchange of sex and that year, as a birthday gift, he bottomed for me for the first time. We have been loyal friends and passionate lovers since then. He is married, has three children, and still when I am visiting Buenos Aires we spend together as much time as we can. I will be with him this very Thursday. He is not anymore the smoking hot stud he used to be, but when I meet with him the old passion just aroused. I am not even close to be young attractive guy I was, but he still freaks out when we are together. Right now I have a boner.

IDK maybe the LAPSE in time has something to do with it. Sev years ago I was at a thing and talked to Larry King, the old host, his show was already off the air at that point. He told a story about his first love, the girl he planned to marry, he was nuts about her and couldn't live w/o her. But then his first REAL break in broadcasting came up but it meant moving far away and she refused to leave her family. He could not IMAGINE living w/o her, he took the job and felt like he'd blown his chance at his only love. 40 years LATER this very heavy very brassy woman with a screeching voice came up to him at a show in Fla and it was HER. He said he could NOT imagine what his life would have been if THIS is what he'd stayed with.
"I" thought to myself, if he HAD maybe he would still SEE that girl he fell in love with when he looks at her now. Maybe??
I know from MY experience it can make a diff. I went gaga over a Gaeity dancer almost 15 years ago. A recently out of the Air Force 24yo Blonde adonis hair now to his shoulders green eyes muscular bod of a God etc etc. THAT guy who was my "ideal" is STILL in my life today. We grew close. He's a true friend now whom I love and it's mutual our families have even met etc thou none know "how" WE really met lol. He still allows me to have a little "fun" with him because he knows how happy it makes me, and says it makes him happy to make me happy, even thou he's 100% straight and "that" life is in his past. He's a 39yo suit and tie professional the long hair is gone the muscles and hard body has given way to a soft body with skinny arms and in REALITY he's no longer the Adonis I first saw BUT he still excites me because it's HIM. And THATS what I still see.

When I was four and my brother was seven, we each got a GI Joe for Xmas. Instinctively I took of all of their clothes (a 'Mattel' label where the good stuff was supposed to be...so dissappointing!), put them on my softest pillow, made them tangle up into one another, and put a blanket on top. My brother found them like that the next morning, and with a puzzled look, asked me...'What in the world are our GI Joes doing? Are they fighting?!". Well no, they're doing something much more worthwhile.
 
I was a very precocious little tot!

When I was four and my brother was seven, we each got a GI Joe for Xmas. Instinctively I took of all of their clothes (a 'Mattel' label where the good stuff was supposed to be...so dissappointing!), put them on my softest pillow, made them tangle up into one another, and put a blanket on top. My brother found them like that the next morning, and with a puzzled look, asked me...'What in the world are our GI Joes doing? Are they fighting?!". Well no, they're doing something much more worthwhile.
 
I was a very precocious little tot!

When I was four and my brother was seven, we each got a GI Joe for Xmas. Instinctively I took of all of their clothes (a 'Mattel' label where the good stuff was supposed to be...so dissappointing!), put them on my softest pillow, made them tangle up into one another, and put a blanket on top. My brother found them like that the next morning, and with a puzzled look, asked me...'What in the world are our GI Joes doing? Are they fighting?!". Well no, they're doing something much more worthwhile.
 
I was a very precocious little tot!

When I was four and my brother was seven, we each got a GI Joe for Xmas. Instinctively I took of all of their clothes (a 'Mattel' label where the good stuff was supposed to be...so dissappointing!), put them on my softest pillow, made them tangle up into one another, and put a blanket on top. My brother found them like that the next morning, and with a puzzled look, asked me...'What in the world are our GI Joes doing? Are they fighting?!". Well no, they're doing something much more worthwhile.
 
I was a very precocious little tot!

When I was four and my brother was seven, we each got a GI Joe for Xmas. Instinctively I took of all of their clothes (a 'Mattel' label where the good stuff was supposed to be...so dissappointing!), put them on my softest pillow, made them tangle up into one another, and put a blanket on top. My brother found them like that the next morning, and with a puzzled look, asked me...'What in the world are our GI Joes doing? Are they fighting?!". Well no, they're doing something much more worthwhile.
 
I was a very precocious little tot!

Thank you TruHart1, I always wondered how many posts before I got to the next level, and what that level would be. Now I can set my goals...important stuff!

I started masturbating regularly when I was about eight years old, but I don't remember what I was thinking about while it happened. However, when I was twelve, I remember thinking about one of my classmates, Ricky Hill, who was more physically mature than the rest of the class, and very cute; I thought about what he looked like when he was naked in the gym locker room. The next summer, I was staying at my grandmother's house, and started reading a crime novel she had in the house, Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep, which has a homosexual character in it. When Philip Marlowe makes a crack to him that suggests the possibility that he might be forced to perform oral sex on Marlowe, I suddenly realized that was what I wanted to do!
 
As a footnote, at my 50th high school reunion, I was engaged in conversation by a bald, grey, dumpy old guy whom I didn't recognize until I glanced at his name tag--it was Ricky Hill.

Hey BVB, please don't construe this as bragging but simply an explanation: What happened in my case is that a certain very active poster here said, in answering one of my posts, (and I quote) 'You should be named "Mister Congeniality of the Realm" because you're always nice to everybody.'
 
Deej followed that with, "So it is said, so it is done. (We applaud the thoughtful effort.)"
 
...and I received the title. No one was more surprised than I was!
 
Truhart1

Hey Tony, here's the breakdown according to the number of posts you've made:
 
0 – 9 Newbie
10-24 Novice
25-49 Apprentice
50-99 Journeyman
100-249 Master
250-499 Knight
500-749 Lord
750-999 Baron
1000-1999 Viscount
2000-2999 Count
3000-3999 Earl
4000-4999 Marquess
5000-5999 Duke
6000-7499 Peer
7500-9999 Prince
10000+ Regent
 
Don't ask specifically where I originally found this, as I think it was soon after I first joined the forum that one of the original members posted it and I decided to copy it so I could tell when I would get to the next peerage level!
 
[Please forgive the edits wherein I have attempted to make this more accurate. The software will place you at the peerage level it was programmed to according to the number of posts you've made. BTW, there is NO black hole in the peerage!]
 
TruHart1

Uber drivers are nicer and they take their job as a hobby, many times a part time job.
 
Taxi drivers are usually cranky and in a bad mood. The 2 of them are strangers but the uber driver's identity is recorded by the company and available with just a click away, the taxi driver has a license but that doesn't make him any better and he's more likely to be overworked, tired, under the pressure of a union and hating his job.
 
Uber rules, taxis will only be effective in NYC.

This thread is very confusing as it seems some people are referring to Micah Brandt (the original subject) and others are talking about Bailey (the alleged thief.) While writing your own review is a serious transgression, I think most of us would consider theft far worse, so I hope we're not unfairly tarnishing Micah's reputation with comments about Bailey.