AdamSmith

http://blog.friendlyplanet.com/media/TravToon-198-Pay-Oxygen-Mask.jpg

You have the wrong escort.
 
Keep looking! This is not a rare or hard-to-fulfill desire.

You have the wrong escort.
 
Keep looking! This is not a rare or hard-to-fulfill desire.

Dorothy Parker!

John Rechy, City of Night. Highly intelligent and literate porn, of a kind. Fascinating even in its datedness, it still lives and breathes as writing.
 
Edmund White's early Nocturnes for the King of Naples. Far better I thought than his later, popular but awfully pedestrian novels.
 
Every word from the pen of Hollinghurst. Even though those words rather quickly got to be the same words, repeated over and over, after his first couple of books.
 
And the grandmother of us all, in a sense: Holleran's glorious Dancer from the Dance.
 
All those to me manage to be high literature and magnificent porn at the same time.

I was with an escort one night and just as it occurred to me that he really knew how to kiss, he said to me, "you're a really great kisser." We had had dinner together before getting down, had gotten a little bit of the sense of each other etc., so we weren't just in the frantic of an hour plug-and-go. I had hired him for the evening. That affirmation from him was really great, the high point of the evening for me even above our mutual orgasms.

I, Claudius
 
Quintus Justus: Do you know what's going on at the new palace at this moment? The Emperor's wife is competing with a prostitute to see who can wear out the most men. Oh, they've been at it since noon!

http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTQ5Nzc1NzUwMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNzY2MDU1MjE@._V1_SY317_CR104,0,214,317_AL_.jpg http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsH/tve8260-12-167.gif
 
Crowd: Galla's Hair!
 
Mnester: "The golden hair that Galla wears
Is hers. Who would have thought it?
She swears it's hers, and true she swears
For I know where she bought it!"
 
Messalina: Oh, come, Mnester.
 
Mnester: "You ask me how my farm can pay,
Since little it will bear.
It pays me thus - 'tis far away
And you are never there!"
 
Slave: The woman Scylla! The President of the Guild of Prostitutes!
 
Mnester: Sh! ... Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Mnester. I am an actor. Most people have heard of me.
 
Scylla: My name is Scylla and I'm a whore. Everybody's heard of me.
 
Mnester: Allow me to introduce you to the Lady Messalina. Your challenger, and the Emperor's wife. This is Scylla the Sicilian - and anybody's wife!
 
Scylla: I am honored.
 
Messalina: You are most welcome.
 
Scylla: They said you were beautiful, but their praise did you small justice.
 
Messalina: You are most generous. And it was sporting of you to accept the challenge.
 
Scylla: Sporting? I see. There's no money in it?
 
Mnester: You're here for the honor and to defend your reputation.
 
Scylla: Would you defend yours for nothing, Greek? Lady, I'm a professional; I work for money. The honor I gladly leave to you.
 
Mnester: What impudence! She expects to be paid, and in this company!
 
Scylla: The difference between you and me, actor, is you're a snob and I'm not. And the difference between this great lady and myself is that my work is her hobby. My hobby happens to be gardening, for which I don't expect to be paid.
 
Messalina: You shall have your money. Shall we say...?
 
Scylla: Five?
 
Messalina: Three gold pieces a head?
 
Scylla: "A head" seems an odd way to describe it. Win or lose, of course? That seems satisfactory.
 
Mnester: Satisfactory? You've never earned so much in a whole year.
 
Scylla: This Greek will drive me to distraction. Nothing I say pleases him.
 
Messalina: Let us begin. Which side of the bed do you prefer? Left or right?
 
Scylla: Lady, give me a support for my back and "Let the Games begin," as they say!

One is, after all these years on the analyst's couch, curious why one would feel a need to publicly post about a private message exchange.

Yes in spades.
 
The structural failure of the original (in hindsight) was that, to make gay safe for mainstream audiences, they had to put all the gay content into the sidekick joke characters, while constructing endless character and plot reasons why Will Was Never Seen Getting Any.
 
In today's entirely different Brave New World, why not simply put the development and production effort into a new thing attuned to contemporary times?

I would rather The Beverly Hillbillies.
 
Seriously.

Nice to see what Lilibet saw in Philip.

Roll around together. Make out madly. Passionate frottage front-to-front. Stick your fingers up each others' butt. Suck each other off. Mutual mast. Etc.!
 
Free your mind...!

Nice to see what Lilibet saw in Philip.

LMMFAO
 
"In recent years, new commercial aircraft have been designed to recirculate approximately 50% of the cabin air to increase fuel efficiency..."
 
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/12132979

For...@AdamSmith

"The sick man “broke wind so violently it caused nausea and headaches among his fellow passengers.”

Did ‘passing gas’ cause illness on Raleigh flight? Airline says no.
 
 
I know I know...I'm incorrigible.

Roll around together. Make out madly. Passionate frottage front-to-front. Stick your fingers up each others' butt. Suck each other off. Mutual mast. Etc.!
 
Free your mind...!

http://38.media.tumblr.com/03a9cf6c95874e99ea6f49dbe677d652/tumblr_nh74irz8Yz1sptodbo1_500.gif

Ahhhh....the old "two bottoms, no top" dilemma.
 
Jesus Christ....just invite me over and I'll bang you both out while you two make out.
 
Wait....this is sort of like the straight guy's two lesbians fantasy.
 
Ok....that thought just made me REALLY horned up....grin

Roll around together. Make out madly. Passionate frottage front-to-front. Stick your fingers up each others' butt. Suck each other off. Mutual mast. Etc.!
 
Free your mind...!

Roll around together. Make out madly. Passionate frottage front-to-front. Stick your fingers up each others' butt. Suck each other off. Mutual mast. Etc.!
 
Free your mind...!