Charlie

I just paid $58 to put 12 gallons of regular grade gas in my car, at the station at the supermarket where I can use reward points from my food shopping there. I need to eat more and drive less.

Da king!

Before I saw the label on this photo, I said to myself, "That guy looks a lot like Rock Hudson, and judging from the cars, the photo is at least 60 years old."

I have almost always had an attic or a basement in which I store the things I don't use but can't bring myself to throw away. Now that I have neither space, I find that my two-car garage is overflowing with the stuff, so I can barely squeeze in my one car. I keep telling myself that I need to go through it and throw things away, but every time I start, I find things that I forgot I had, and can't bring myself to just discard it: do I really need to keep my late spouse's old architectural projects for a house I haven't owned in years? what about snow shovels (in Palm Springs)?.

My last house back East was a three story town house plus a full basement; in California my houses have been only one story and no basement. I don't miss the stairs, but I do miss the basements as convenient places for storing things.

If he is straight, I don't think he really understands the term the way most of us do.

I had a copy of that issue when it was new!

Unfortunately, I have a previous commitment that afternoon,, but thanks for the invitation.

I have no idea why a hairy ass turns me on.

My parents would pretty much roll their eyes whenever they heard anyone say, "Asians are ......," "Blacks are.....," "Italians are....," etc. They made it clear to me that human beings are individuals and should be regarded as such, no matter their ethnicity or race. When it came to who I was attracted to sexually, the most important characteristic was whether or not they were male. There were plenty of males who did not attract my sexual interest, but it was never due to the color of their skin, the language they spoke, or their preferences in food or music. I was much more interested in the shape of their bodies, their hair patterns, their facial character, and their behavior. He didn't have to be tall, dark and handsome--he could just as well be short, light, and handsome. And, of course, he had to be interested in having sex with me.

I realize that you are trying to be reassuring, but in fact I retired more than two decades ago, so I don't think my obvious memory lapses are a minor transient issue for me. I also spent several years caring for a spouse who had Alzheimer's, so I am pretty familiar with the disease's effects.

I used to be known for my memory of people and names. I used to be a college professor, and my colleagues marveled that after the first day of class I could remember every new student by name. Now I meet neighbors I've known for years on the street, and I can't remember their names. I find my loss of memory of names--people, places, products, etc.--extremely unnerving. I'm wondering if it's time to consult my partner's Alzheimer's doctor--if I can remember his name🤔.

My favorite gym years ago was at the McBurney YMCA on 63rd Street, because many of the guys using it were also staying there, so one could segue right from the gym into the privacy of their bedroom.

The Steel gym has apparently changed since I was a member there a number of years ago. when I never saw any activity in the locker room.

It is worth remembering that many gay men were raised at a time or in a culture in which homosexual activity was not merely disapproved but actually against the law, so being themselves and accepting their orientation was extremely dangerous. It is not easy to be self-accepting when one's natural identity is dangerous to one's very survival in the surroundings in which one is confined.