KrisParr

Uh, 34 waist, 38 inseam, and uh, hm, er, a 90 millimeter dick?

Thanks for posting. Sounds like a plan.

True confessions. I am an AARP member; it’s cheap and the discounts are very good. Details magazine? I was a subscriber for every issue: I even had a “Details” t-shirt that I wore all the time, especially to the gym. Loved that mag, oh hell, yes. Condé Nast replaced it with something else until the subs expired. That t-shirt actually facilitated a couple of fun encounters.

My parents send me their AARP mags when they’ve finished reading them. Good tip, thanks.

I’m a voracious reader, and slick magazines have always been a favorite. I’ve probably subscribed to Sports Illustrated, Men’s Health, Time, GQ, and others for decades. Just this week, the new issue of GQ arrived, all 88 pages, which is about half or less of what it used to be. Sure, I know mags are shrinking and everything is online, and I do more than my fair share of reading them in that manner. Anyhow, I must be getting old, fussy, or simply “unwoke”. Yeah, I know who Zendaya is. She’s talented, but cover-worthy of GQ? And the feature on Netflix star Noah Centineo was okay, but who-the-hell is he? Jimmy Butler’s write-up was probably the best, because, well, he is. But who the fuck are the Viagra Boys? Swedish punk rock ain’t on my current playlist, so I must be a dinosaur. I watch a little soccer when the NFL isn’t playing, but who is Christian Pulisic? The rest of the issue had a little bit of other stuff about “happiness” and hunting down a Rwandan criminal. That was it. Not one sniff and scratch cologne ad, either, thank you. Probably took all of 10 minutes to thumb through the pages and into the trash. On the other hand, the daily GQ newsletter I get online is far better than the print version. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m ready for the old man’s version- the current one must be for the hip dudes still in their 20s. Just sayin.

“Imposters” — its been available for some time. Dark comedy, was on Bravo originally. Good cast, especially Parker Young who plays a dumb jock- but oh, those eyes and hair, and muscles, and leather jacket ... and, and, and ... yeah, it’s pretty much a no-brainer on plot - Stephen Bishop (actor and former baseball player) is likewise easy on the eyes. Here’s Parker:

My grandmother gave me some wonderful advice when I graduated from college. She encouraged me to practice gratitude as if it were akin to breathing. And each day, it must become a way of life. So for some 30 years, I’ve written hundreds of cards, made dozens of phone calls every week or so to simply say “thank you” to the people in my life who’ve made me a better person. I could write a book (maybe some day) on how it’s changed me - almost as good as compound interest in a savings account. Next week‘s sermon is entitled ...

May I join you? Please?

i have a relative whose name is L V ”Jones” - his mother said the letters didn’t mean anything, she just liked them and the way they sounded.

Check out this interview on Merv Griffin - J-E was an incredible looking man.

LOL - let’s just say that the scuba diving/breathing lessons I had taken the previous year or so helped tremendously to prepare for the experience. Both of us were blown away.

My goodness, we certainly are intuitive, aren’t we? ?

My dad is in his early 70s, looks like he’s 50 and can out run, out dribble, and out play me at just about anything. He was a professor/coach at a number of schools for 45 years and is the coolest guy I’ve ever known. My brothers were all-star jocks, and although I played sports, Mom’s music/drama genes came through much stronger. I think he always knew that I was “different” and when I finally came out, I got a bear-hug from him, and life went on like nothing changed. Yeah, he occasionally would tease me a bit, and I just gave it right back to him. If anyone ever says/said anything about my sexuality, he’d be the first to step in. I don’t think he’d ever hurt somebody, but trust me, you wouldn’t want to mess with him. I appreciate him so much and my heart goes out to those who’ve struggled with their father/son relationships.

Sean was an incredible hire. He taught me how to perform a specific function - very patient, kind, genuinely great guy. We both lived in Indy at the time. Never experienced anyone quite like him. Such memories ...

One more story about names, and then I’ll shut up. One of my clients had a child whose name was “L-a” Seriously. So when I met her, I fumbled a bit and finally asked how to pronounce it. Her reply? ”Lahdashah” Yep. What I mistook for a hyphen she said was a “dash”. Ergo, L-dash-a. Child abuse, plain and simple. You can’t make up this shit.

One more story about names, and then I’ll shut up. One of my clients had a child whose name was “L-a” Seriously. So when I met her, I fumbled a bit and finally asked how to pronounce it. Her reply? ”Lahdashah” Yep. What I mistook for a hyphen she said was a “dash”. Ergo, L-dash-a. Child abuse, plain and simple. You can’t make up this shit.

Was he a relative? Jon-Erik

Oh my, just seeing Victor‘s name pop up warms the cockles of my heart. And other parts, too. Dude, we miss you.

Names fascinate me. A client of mine (when I was a probation officer in another life) had seven children. Her youngest, and last, was named, ”Seven”. I am completely serious - you can guess the other six. I do get tired of people asking me what my real first name is. No, it’s not Kristopher, it’s just plain Kris. Tofur is my middle name.

Now if I count having sex with myself, rough guess is at least 10K episodes. Seriously. I had quite an addiction in my younger days. But I finally got a grip on it. Hard to let go. I relapse now and then. Like during pandemics.

In the hundreds for sure. And a few women as I recall, when I was in my experimental phase.

I’m making a list, and checking it twice ... once COVID ends, there are many extraordinary men out there in the 300-500 range which I consider affordable. Why are we even considering such high priced merchandise? I must be missing something.

Having sampled this fine provider, the song, “Nobody Does It Better” always gets stuck in my head. Welcome back, sir.

Ditto - makes my tongue hard

Ever heard of Richard Rodgers and Steven Sondheim? They wrote “Do I Hear a Waltz” for Broadway in 1965. played 220 performances and bombed. I saw it in Pasadena maybe 20 years ago - big production - by intermission half the audience left. Should have followed them. Gawd awful.