Charlie

Wow! Hair EVERYWHERE!

I came out when I was a fairly skinny and non-athletic teenager, so I tended to be attracted to bigger and more muscular older guys--preferably with dark body hair--for hot sex. The same type who turned me on at 15 still turned me on sexually at 60. However, for more romantic relationships, personalities were a more important factor in my attraction to another man, and my partner for 56 years was older but actually smaller than I was..

My brother-in-law in Texas emailed me the shocking (to him) news that he had just paid $4.04/gal for gas, and asked what I was paying. When I responded that I paid $50 the other day just to top off my tank, he was dumbfounded.

Back in the day when I was hiring, it was not a subject that I discussed with anyone. My spouse knew, and friends on this site knew, but it was not a subject I normally discussed with anyone else. Most of my friends and family knew I was gay, but they didn't ask questions about my sexual activity, and I didn't volunteer that information.They probably assumed that that my spouse and I were mostly monogamous, and I saw no reason to tell them I hired other recreational sex partners,

There is so much context that is not clear here: how did the female boss know he is gay? exactly what did she tell her estranged husband, and why? what did he say in the group text, and why? who are the people in the group text? how will their "knowledge" of his sexual orientation affect him? If this is all just casual supposition and gossip, then there is probably no basis for formal "action" against the husband, unless one of the parties involved has accused him of some sort of crime unsupported by evidence. The best he can do is privately remonstrate with his boss for whatever she told her estranged husband, and ask for an apology. This situation is a good example of why I was open about my sexual orientation with my family and friends, and even employers when it was safe to do so, so I would not be accused of lying to them or hiding an important part of my identity from them.

My doctor wanted to give me something to boost my libido, but I told him my life was easier without it.

I simply lost interest in it as I aged, as I did with a lot of other things that I enjoyed when I was younger. I would rather give the money to charities and causes that I care about. (If there were a rest home for homeless old providers, I would rather donate to them.)

Bald, muscular and hairLESS, but who cares?

Many gay men in partnerships assumed that they were safe from AIDS. A good friend of mine had a younger partner, and he thought they had an exclusive relationship. However, the younger partner travelled often on business, and shortly after returning from one business trip, he became ill and tested positive for AIDS. My friend tested negative. It was early in the epidemic, and there were no effective treatments; the younger partner soon died. Luckily, my friend did not test positive, and lived another thirty years, but it permanently affected his attitude towards partnerships.

The Mineshaft was one of my favorite bars when I lived in NYC in the last century. I never thought there was anything scary about it.

Last year I kept having difficulty getting on this site frequently until I realized that it was only rejecting me when I was on a VPN.

I think I know why he's smiling.

My late spouse was the cook in our relationship,; since his death our oven hasn't been used at all. However, the microwave oven has been used frequently--how would I survive without it?! (My doctor rolled his eyes when I told him that I have a frozen TV dinner as my meal almost every night.)

I was amazed when I opened today's edition of The Desert Sun, our local newspaper, and saw an article titled "The rollicking history of 'Palm Springs Weekend'"!! However, it turned out to be about the old movie about teenagers on Easter weekend.

Mike Carey's comment convinced me that it would be foolish to get rid of the snow shovels, so I'm saving them---just in case. (After all, if we do have a blizzard, where does one acquire snow shovels in Palm Springs?)

"Twas the 18th of April in '75, hardly a man is now alive, who remembers that famous day and year." (From The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere)

What to do with it? I have started going through the shelves in my late partner's home office space, and I discovered numerous folders of photographs he had taken over the years in places he had visited. I am not interested in the photos, and I don't think anyone in his family would be interested (he was an architect and they are mostly of buildings that caught his eye), so I bit the bullet and threw all the folders in the trash--the trash bin was so heavy I couldn't lift it, and had to wheel it to the curb. I feel slightly guilty for throwing it away, but someone would have to do it eventually because I don't know what anyone else would do with it. Next I have to start on all the pages he cut out of magazines and newspapers.

I don't think I would call that "reading."

"Give me men to match my mountains"

Although I have traveled all over the world, and have even lived in other countries, I have rarely suffered any unpleasant experience for being an American. However, I have not been out of the US since the beginning of COVID, so I really don't know what to expect if I venture abroad again in the future.

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)?.