Charlie

Love his frock!

Was this taken with a hidden camera?

I have lived during the administrations of fifteen different US Presidents, but reigns of only two British monarchs, and I am not sure I will see a third.

I would rather have spent the money on a date with Ferlinghetti.

My mother never drank anything but an occasional glass of wine with a holiday meal, as did my father, but he might have a couple of beers on a weekend. There was never any hard liquor unless they were throwing a party, but they hardly ever drank it themselves, so a bottle of whiskey might last a few years in the cupboard. The wine also frequently had to be thrown out if the bottle had been open for a long time. When I was in my teens, I would often be offered a glass of wine with the holiday meal, but since it was usually something like cheap port, I didn't find it attractive. I went away to college when I was 17, so of course I was introduced to the occasional beer party, but I didn't care much for beer, and I didn't want to drink too much for fear I would lose control and become too open about my sexual interests. I started going to gay bars at 18--they were legal at that age in NY in those days--but I ordered only beer and could nurse one for a long time. One New Year's Eve I went with a friend and two girls to Times Square, but before going out to watch the ball fall, we stopped in the Astor Bar, and wanting to appear sophisticated, I ordered a martini and drank it too fast; before I knew it, I was lying on the floor looking up at bemused faces. That taught me a lesson about my alcohol tolerance.

This is one of the reasons why I don't see myself traveling to Europe in 2021. One of the main attractions of travel for me is the opportunity to attend live performances in my favorite European opera houses and concert halls.

I like his Blanche DuBois self-identification.

It seems to me that every checkout person in every supermarket I shop at asks, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" If I say no, the response is either "I don't think we carry that" or "It's in aisle X" (well, I already looked in aisle X, and I'm not going to go back now and look again). So I usually just say yes, even though it often isn't true.

Umm...it depends. Not of the living.

Please don't let the one in the middle go first!

Love that Imperial!

Soap and water. I hate the scent of most chemical sanitizers.

My family was pretty prudish about nudity. I can't remember ever seeing any member of my family nude when I was a child, not even the other children in the family.

"How do you feel about that?" (When the last thing I want to talk about is how I feel about that.)

I never actually noticed dick sizes--I was mostly attracted to faces and upper bodies--until one of the first ones I was offered to suck turned out to be so big I had trouble getting it into my mouth. Then I started to pay attention to the subject, and realized that mine was about average.

We all hate you!!

How could I have forgotten about pinball machines? That's probably where I learned my hand/eye co-ordination for playing tennis years later.

Oh, come on! He's probably about 35.

Yeah, I've done that, too (yawn).

In many cases it probably wasn't as simple as we thought--it just seemed simple to us, because it was what we were familiar with.

They're lucky it didn't land on the roof.

Don't worry about what's in it--it will be after you are deceased.

Correct!

Remembering things.

Ad with photos that make me want to jerk off.