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Well, I remember reading an article in grad school and doing a forehead palm-slap with the realization I was way beyond the technical definition of an alcoholic for two of those three years (I'd be walking to the chapter room to study and the pledges would call down to me "Hey XXXX, Wild Turkey Shots!" and the studying would go right out the window.  My senior year I had to get serious and got to live in the 'nice' apartment building near campus; I was ready for the break from 40 roommates to 4.

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

Well, I remember reading an article in grad school and doing a forehead palm-slap with the realization I was way beyond the technical definition of an alcoholic for two of those three years (I'd be walking to the chapter room to study and the pledges would call down to me "Hey XXXX, Wild Turkey Shots!" and the studying would go right out the window.  My senior year I had to get serious and got to live in the 'nice' apartment building near campus; I was ready for the break from 40 roommates to 4.

Well, I remember reading an article in grad school and doing a forehead palm-slap with the realization I was way beyond the technical definition of an alcoholic for two of those three years (I'd be walking to the chapter room to study and the pledges would call down to me "Hey XXXX, Wild Turkey Shots!" and the studying would go right out the window.  My senior year I had to get serious and got to live in the 'nice' apartment building near campus; I was ready for the break from 40 roommates to 4.

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

Well, I remember reading an article in grad school and doing a forehead palm-slap with the realization I was way beyond the technical definition of an alcoholic for two of those three years (I'd be walking to the chapter room to study and the pledges would call down to me "Hey XXXX, Wild Turkey Shots!" and the studying would go right out the window.  My senior year I had to get serious and got to live in the 'nice' apartment building near campus; I was ready for the break from 40 roommates to 4.

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

This is truly funny.  

This is truly funny.  

And you were very honest with me about the fact your encounter was not terrible; but put me on alert to not expect much - especially for the price - and indeed, that's exactly what I received.  He was willing and pleasant, but inattentive and distracted.  Many more gents, at far less price and with far harder bodies made much of me and our time together.

I paid a lot.  public_assistance tried to - alert me - gently (warn is too strong a word to use in this case I think) but bottom line he was way more focused on the next client and responding to texts regarding that than our play in our very expensive session.  Would not repeat, but he wasn't high, he wasn't a threat, and he was good looking.  Not as in-shape as I think he represents (e.g., I think putting the label 'jock' on him is a bit of a misnomer).  I hope I'm not coming across as snarky here.  

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

I paid a lot.  public_assistance tried to - alert me - gently (warn is too strong a word to use in this case I think) but bottom line he was way more focused on the next client and responding to texts regarding that than our play in our very expensive session.  Would not repeat, but he wasn't high, he wasn't a threat, and he was good looking.  Not as in-shape as I think he represents (e.g., I think putting the label 'jock' on him is a bit of a misnomer).  I hope I'm not coming across as snarky here.  

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

Gents, don't know how I missed this, but I also enjoyed my time with Ginger-Boss.

Gents, don't know how I missed this, but I also enjoyed my time with Ginger-Boss.

Gents, don't know how I missed this, but I also enjoyed my time with Ginger-Boss.

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

I paid a lot.  public_assistance tried to - alert me - gently (warn is too strong a word to use in this case I think) but bottom line he was way more focused on the next client and responding to texts regarding that than our play in our very expensive session.  Would not repeat, but he wasn't high, he wasn't a threat, and he was good looking.  Not as in-shape as I think he represents (e.g., I think putting the label 'jock' on him is a bit of a misnomer).  I hope I'm not coming across as snarky here.  

I was; lived in the house for 3 years.  Glad I did it; still some close friends (although generally still regularly closer to friends from high school).  My father's best lifelong friends were his fraternity brothers, which is what lead me to join.
We were not the jock house, but we were the 'cocaine connection' for our Greek system for sure.  We were a 'mixed' house, e.g., 50% wasp, 50% Jewish.  Most of the guys were normal-looking and subdued, but lots of under-the-radar wealthy guys.  Went to some amazing parties at their parents' estates.
Our hazing was funny, rather than harsh, although there was a lot of calisthenics (and drinking of VERY cheap beer; I still can't stomach Meister Brau or Mickey's Big Mouth).
There was a semi-closeted, very small gay contingent; they were more 'tolerated' rather than celebrated, but as I neglected to say above, it was the mid to late 80's.  The only thing close to guy/guy action I witness personally was a three-way with a very attractive woman, and I did not participate and was present for less than a minute (although invited to join in LOL).  One of our brothers was the first person from our school to die in the AIDS epidemic - or at least that was acknowledged he died of AIDS complications.  I never connected with anyone in the house in a physically intimate manner.
One brother of mine is now living with me off-and-on.  His wife keeps kicking him out of the house.  I was in their wedding and know her, and it's 80% on her IMHO.  He's straight and we are not physically intimate (for those inclined to speculate LOL).  

Lagavulin 16, hands down. 

Exactly. Need to find your "tribe". 
I was a Lambda Chi. 
No hazing / great parties / laid back mix of guys . Everything from pot heads to Army ROTC. Even though we were officially a "Christian" organization 1/4 of the guys were Jewish.
The consistent quality was that everyone had everyone's back 100%. The rituals leading up to membership assured that only the most dedicated personalities made it into the house as Brothers.
I really enjoyed having such close friends from so many different backgrounds and viewpoints 

My nephews say that all the time in front of me, and I am openly bisexual.
It's just something the kids say now. They don't mean it in the way it might sound.
Putting my two cents in...I am not "gay" in the traditional lifestyle sense...but I did identify as "gay" for a few years before my wife and I decided to marry. ( I know...complicated). But none-the-less I've been around the block enough to know what it's like to be in or out of a closet and I would say that @Charlie hit the nail on the head. You don't KNOW what someone's life is composed of enough to ever be critical of how "out" that person should be ( or could be).  I personally am quite critical of the gay-mafia types who insist that every dick-sucker expose himself to the public and announce his "pride". That just isn't realistic in every corner of the globe and in every family. People need to make their own decisions about what's right for THEM.  No one else should tell you how to live your life.
I think bi-sexuals are perceived a bit differently by the general public, than homosexuals, and the fact that I am married with kids often give me a "cover" if you will....but there are many layers of choices. My wife ( who is also bisexual) make on a daily basis as to how much someone needs to know about our sex life. The general consensus between us is that we don't HIDE in a closet, but it's really not any of most people's business. If someone really asks, we tell. Otherwise I prefer you know me by my sense of style, sense of humor or sense of pride about other lifestyle choices I've made. I don't choose to be judged by where I stick my dick. 

This is truly funny.