Charlie

Thanks for the info, Orin.

Did anyone else have a problem getting in to this site earlier this afternoon? I tried repeatedly for about twenty minutes from both Firefox and Chrome, and got hung up with both, although I had no problem logging in to any other sites. I panicked and thought, "This is how it all ends."

No. "Wherefore are thou 'Romeo?' A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

This is a new Olympic sport, right?

I wonder why he is wandering around in the woods in only a jockstrap?

Hmm. Does the text mean he just got out of prison?

"Abandon hope, all ye who enter here" (from Dante's Inferno) A band on "hope," get it? yuk! yuk! [OK, it's really HOPE on a band] This is what happens when someone like Unicorn retires and suddenly has too much time on his hands

And this time he is pretty clear that he is offering only massage with a chance to "touch" him. But of course, what you touch will not be the guys in the photos.

I always preferred an escort who could host, simply because that made it easier for me to just leave if things did not go smoothly.

Interesting that Thick Dick seems to be advertising solely for massage (then why is the thick dick important?) while Samulatino is definitely offering more, but in a different location. They are relatively similar physically, so the same dick pic could belong to either one, or neither.

Bill Clinton: "I did not have sex with that woman," implying that passively receiving a blow job was not sex, and he was straight, too, so maybe it depends on his interpretation.

The first Palm Springs Weekend actually was held in February, but it was a high-toned event of intellectual conversations, with no nude frolicking around a pool. Then Oliver got involved.....and suddenly more people wanted to attend.

What beautiful red.....leaves.

They look kind of preppy to me.

On my first quick glance at the photo, I thought they were looking at their phones. What a difference 70 years makes.

The photo is so unlike anything one sees in a normal escort ad that one can't help wondering if it is "for real."

I love the self-description "Somewhat experienced."

I think, as Lucky said earlier, that for most people the most unpleasant thing about colonoscopy is the prep rather than the procedure, and that doesn't make any difference whether you're top or bottom.

If only... Actually, he was shorter than I had expected, and not very communicative (I was told later by a mutual acquaintance that he was very shy).

A couple of weeks ago, I received an email from an old friend with whom I correspond regularly. She said she needed help with something immediately, but her phone wasn't working so she wrote to me. So I responded, and she replied that she needed to send a birthday gift to a niece who was ill, but the bank told her there was a problem with her account, so she asked me to buy $500 worth of Amazon gift cards and send her the numbers on them so she could send them to her niece that day. (OK, I'm sure you see the same red flags I saw.) She didn't seem to me to be the kind of person who sent $500 birthday gifts to a niece I had never heard about, and why was she asking me for help instead of her financially comfortable children? The coincidence of the non-working phone seemed intended solely to keep me from calling, so of course I called, and there was nothing wrong with the phone. My call was her first notice that her email account had been hacked for her contact list. She called me a couple of nights ago, and she is still struggling to regain control of her email account.

Ah, the beautiful Cuban, Bruno. I sat next to him once on the ferry from Sayville to Cherry Grove.

Anyone arriving in PS this evening needs to be aware that there is a massive traffic jam, caused by a shooting on the interstate, that has left many main streets in town gridlocked.

The Dalles is not really the end of the Oregon Trail (the end was closer to Portland). A friend of mine was the city manager of The Dalles, a nice little town that I seriously considered retiring to.

The last time I had one, the anesthetic knocked me out immediately.

One summer a good friend of mine was teaching at the Sorbonne, so he rented an apartment in the Marais. I usually stayed at his flat in London, but that year I took advantage of the chance to really see Paris, and I spent two weeks in the Marais. I was lucky to have friends who did that sort of thing and would invite me to stay with them; e.g., when a friend spent a sabbatical in Copenhagen, I was able to spend a couple of weeks with him one summer, immersed in local gay life there. I also found that taking summer school courses at European universities was a great way to have a local base to get to know a city.