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I'm not a particular fan of WWII history, but Torch and Overlord are familiar to me.  Market Garden and Jupiter are a bridge too far.

I'm not a particular fan of WWII history, but Torch and Overlord are familiar to me.  Market Garden and Jupiter are a bridge too far.

I'm not a particular fan of WWII history, but Torch and Overlord are familiar to me.  Market Garden and Jupiter are a bridge too far.

This is called an origin story I think....

Been there.  Helped them shoot the content - and then enjoyed the provider and his friend.   Gotta be helpful lol. 
 

People-Pleasers: The Good, The Bad, and The Fixable
WWW.THINDIFFERENCE.COM The intentions of people-pleasers may be good, the consequences of their behavior can be hurtful. Here's how to change... Its important to know our own limitations. If you're hiring exclusively young guys who are more than likely new to the business and, well ... just business in general, then certain proclivities are to be expected. 
It's taken years for me to feel comfortable saying no to people and to learn the fine art of calendar management. From the ages of 18–22, I over promised to so many people and over booked my time. It was a miracle if I showed up half the time to anything. 
If you want young boys, you're gonna have to deal with young boys drama. And if you find a young boy who schedules and delivers well without the drama; MARRY HIM Immediately!

or an interested one

Eclipsophile has complete information about all aspects of this eclipse, specifically including weather information for locations along the path of totality.  I can tell you from experience that weather is the most important variable in choosing a viewing site.   Here is another site with nice animations (although I couldn't find weather information there).

Eclipsophile has complete information about all aspects of this eclipse, specifically including weather information for locations along the path of totality.  I can tell you from experience that weather is the most important variable in choosing a viewing site.   Here is another site with nice animations (although I couldn't find weather information there).

My understanding (from a friend who recently bought one) is that an annual Golden Age Passport costs $20;  a lifetime pass is $80.  BUT...if you buy 4 annual passes (in 4 successive years? --not sure), you get, or can get, an annual pass free of charge.  

I had a very nice massage with him, and IT WOULD NEVER HAVE OCCURRED TO ME to discuss politics with such physical beauty. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? What a waste of a session.

We've come a long way from Philadelphia.
This interview with writer/creator Ron Nyswamer, which doesn't contain any spoilers,  was helpful to me in terms of understanding why the characters may have been developed the way they are.  This part in particular jumped off the page: 
I find Bomer's character to be morally ambiguous, at best.  But I think that may be the point.
Nyswamer was nominated for an Oscar way back in 1994 for writing Philadelphia.  That was clearly an effort to bring The Gays into the mainstream and create sympathy.  How could anyone not open their heart to Tom Hanks, with AIDS?  And it worked.  But my point is that it was also kind of one-dimensional.  We were moving victims.  Not the guys with the adorable boyfriends in romcoms.
What I am loving about LGBTQ cinema now is that we can be multi-dimensional, and all kinds of things.  Heroes, and assholes, and morally ambiguous people just trying to get by.  I loved Red White and Royal Blue because it was a sweet, if shallow, fairy tale about what the future for young Gay and Bi men can now be.  Fellow Travelers is anything but.  More like the opposite.  I think part of the statement Nyswamer was trying to make, which is okay to say now, is "Here's the shit we had to put up with.  Here's how it kind of warped people.  And yet, we were not beaten down.  We survived."
If that is part of his message, I find it noble in a very realistic way.  It's an emotionally piercing exploration of what McCarthyite homophobia and hypocrisy, and AIDS, did to our past.  And, proudly, we survived.  I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes.  Even if it is not as easy on the heart as Bomer and Bailey are on the eyes.  😉
 
 

Is it really your mailman's fault?  In my neighborhood,  the mail carriers have a full day's work and someone has to be last.  My own mailman varies the order in which he does his route...he can arrive at my house any time in the afternoon between 1 and 6 pm.

At the age of 40, I moved across country alone.  Being alone meant I had to confront the reality that I was gay. It wa either make a gay friends or be stone cold alone. Growing up in church,  I had been in denial,  despite secretly hooking up with guys since I was 32. For the last 5 years, I have had a partner,  with whom I moved in about 2 years ago.  I have told 3 people from my previous life. Most people in my new life do not know either. I feel like once I two someone,  it will leak into other parts of my life. 
My reasons for staying in the closet are my own.  First of all, because of my upbringing,  it is traumatic to come out. When I told one of my best friends of over 24 years,  I cried.  I knew she would be supportive,  but I cried.  Secondly,  it feels intensely personal.  To say you are gay is to identify as a sexual person and to bring your sex life into a conversation,  something that is against my generally shy, private nature. Thirdly,  I know there are people in my life who would be disappointed. All of my closest friends would not care,  except for one who harbors feelings for me and would be confused.  But I know there are people who respect me who would be disappointed (people from my various religious pasts). I have a very hard time disappointing people.  Fourthly, my partner is quite a bit older and doesn't discuss his sexuality with his family,  although they all know.  So, I have never met his family.  I feel like if my friends and family met him,  they may not support my choice. Since he is uncomfortable meeting my family, and I have never met his,  it works out.  Lastly, if my brother's ex-wife found out and told her wicked mother,  I worry she would try to make it difficult to see my nephew.
It is hard at times to stay closeted because you can't always fully explain your actions,  like why I don't like to see friends on Saturdays, which is usually when I spend time with my partner. My family can't understand why I don't move back home.  Truthfully,  I am dying to; I miss my family too much and miss my old life.  But I don't want to leave my partner. This is particularly hard because the industry I moved away to join,  frankly,  is miserable. 
Whether we are gay, bi, out, closeted,  in denial,  in denial and making bad decisions, I feel like we need to be kind and compassionate.  We are on this difficult journey of trying to live the life our bodies dictate, which has historically not been easy, and some people are on different stages of that journey. When I see people speaking publically against gays and then hear they are actually gay, I feel compassion for their miserable life and the regrets they will have to live with.  

This is called an origin story I think....

Is it really your mailman's fault?  In my neighborhood,  the mail carriers have a full day's work and someone has to be last.  My own mailman varies the order in which he does his route...he can arrive at my house any time in the afternoon between 1 and 6 pm.

His videos would be much hotter if he was with a male college student in the videos. He's a gorgeous guy with a nice cock - I think it could be used in a sexier way with another guy. 

When I was 17, back in the Dark Ages, I was cruised by a young man in the men's room of the  Port Authority bus terminal in mid-town Manhattan.  Curious, I followed him outside, where he introduced himself with a slight accent as "Michel." He smiled and asked, "Are you gay?" I was familiar with that adjective, meaning "light-spirited and enthusiastic," and since his name suggested he might not normally be an English-speaker, I figured it must be his awkward way of asking if I were interested in accompanying him. When I said, "Yes," he smiled and invited me back to his rented room nearby. When we arrived, he took off his clothes, so I did the same. To my surprise, he then kissed me passionately, threw me on his bed, and started preparing to fuck me. Shocked, I said, "Wait! What are you doing?" Giving me a puzzled look, he said, "But you said you were gay?!" I replied, "I thought you were asking if I were happy to meet you!" That's when he realized that he had picked up a complete neophyte, and he had to stop and calmly explain what "gay" meant to someone cruising in New York. He then proceeded to teach me everything that gay males did together. I was a willing pupil.

When I "wondered" above, I had forgotten the most obvious way this happens...someone asking if you're married or have a girlfriend, which is not uncommon in social situations.  I still find that an intrusive question, but less objectionable than "are you gay?".

When I "wondered" above, I had forgotten the most obvious way this happens...someone asking if you're married or have a girlfriend, which is not uncommon in social situations.  I still find that an intrusive question, but less objectionable than "are you gay?".

One has to wonder why someone would ask such a question (in general; obviously there are specific circumstances or conversations where it might be appropriate).  

Chances are that the provider does not care what your life away from him entails as far as your orientation, or at the least, he does not care about knowing as much as you care about telling.  So when you are ready, tell him what you want him to know.  He has heard it all and it likely does not rub him the wrong the way.  
As far as being out, I was happy in a monogamous heterosexual relationship and as a result, I did not start seeing men until I was almost 50,  It seems that at that age no one really cares with whom you have sex and it may be that some do not believe that sex happens for people over 50. Being widowed, did occasionally raise the question as to whether I would date again or marry again.  I did ty dating again and did not care for it with either sex.   In any case, my situation now is Don't Ask, Don't Tell.  They don't ask and I feel no responsibility to discuss my sex likes with them.  I also do not ask them about their sex life.  To me, it is rude to ask  and it is really none of my business if my friends or relatives are having sex, how often, with whom, in what position.  On the rare occasion that sex comes up in conversation with my friends, it is usually relating funny experiences and long past stories, which have been told numerous times in the past. 
In my office, I do have a gay pride flag that was given out by the hospital years ago and which sits wordlessly on top of a cabinet. If people notice, they do not ask.   A few months ago, while taking photos for a graduation of medical residents, there was a different group taking photos for Gay Pride month and they asked for Gay and Gay Allied persons to join their photo.  I did so.  Again without comment from me or to me.  
So really, at this point, my sex life to others is more. Don't Care and Please Keep it to Yourself.  

One has to wonder why someone would ask such a question (in general; obviously there are specific circumstances or conversations where it might be appropriate).  

One has to wonder why someone would ask such a question (in general; obviously there are specific circumstances or conversations where it might be appropriate).  

Sometimes younger Americans forget how dangerous it often was in the past to be "out" in America, and how dangerous it still is in many parts of the world. Gay men anywhere have many reasons other than legal or physical danger to want to stay "in the closet." Being openly gay may affect their livelihood, their acceptance in a religion that is important to them, their personal relationships with family or other important persons in their lives. One's sexual orientation or sexual behavior is something that one can manage to hide more easily than one's race, physical disabilities, lack of education or financial means, and other issues that affect one's social interactions.
That being said, staying in the closet can have psychological repercussions, given how important one's sexuality is to a healthy, integrated personality. In my late teens, I had what was loosely called a "nervous breakdown," and my parents sent me to see a counseling psychologist. He gave me the best advice--and surprising advice in those days--which was to always tell the truth to myself about who I was, and to be honest with my loved ones, even if it was hard to do. In other situations, be as honest as you could be pragmatically (this was in the early 1960s, when being homosexually active  was illegal and could get one expelled from school, fired from a job, banned from the military, and even sent to prison). I went home from his office, and told my parents I was "homosexual" (they had no idea what "gay" meant), and to my relief they did not seem openly upset (my mother asked, "How do you know?" which caused me to start laughing and relax). I was already out to a couple of my closest friends, and from then on I was ready to admit my orientation to anyone else who asked. Within a couple more years I had met new friends who were very active in the burgeoning gay rights movement and had joined them in their activities; when a photo appeared in a major newspaper of me taking part in a protest, I gave up any pretense of not being gay.
I do not condemn anyone who stays in the closet for a good reason, though I still would encourage them to be as honest with themselves and as open with others as is possible for them. I agree that those who are stridently homophobic are usually fighting against fear of being perceived as gay by others.