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Ditto.

He says his language is English?

It lasted much longer here in PS than yesterday's. The house rolled so long I started to feel a little sick.

Well, there was the time a guy took me home from a bar, and as we were about to get it on in his bedroom, he said, "Please be quiet. My mother is asleep in the next room."

I heard a funny crackling sound in my bedroom wall and stood up to investigate, when the floor beneath me made a sudden quick rolling motion. My spouse, who was lying on the living room sofa, called out, "What the hell was that? Oh....an earthquake." That was all. It was much less dramatic than the much closer Calexico quake several years ago, when I was sitting on the edge of our pool as the whole yard started to roll and the water splashed back and forth as I tried to keep from sliding in.

I have seen some of the photos in an ad under a different name, but like @rvwsnd if don't remember what it was. He also looks vaguely familiar, like someone I have seen around PS, but not in a gay setting.

Is that real? His cock looks thicker than his forearm.

Last year I got my first iPhone, which came with a phone number attached by the service provider. But the number apparently belonged previously to someone else. Every now and then I get a phone call from a potential employer trying to contact this person (it has obviously been in their files for some time), and occasionally a call entirely in Spanish. It's not surprising that someone, like an escort, would discard a number when he stopped using it for a specific purpose, and it would be reissued to someone else, particularly within a packed area code with high turnover.

The one in which I had my first hook-up in 1960 was still there!

I spent plenty of social time in gay bars in the 1960s and 70s, I knew bar managers (e.g., my first partner) and even a few owners fairly well, and I never heard any gossip about blackmailing customers. Given the customer base of the Stonewall, I find it hard to believe that the owners had a lot of wealthy Wall Street types whose identities they knew well enough to blackmail them.

Did you actually join, or just lurk for awhile before joining, as many people did in the early days? HB passed in 2005.

I have never hired a realtor based on looks, sexual orientation or gender. That being said, several of the agents I have worked with have been gay men, especially here in Palm Springs, where it is hard to find an agent who isn't gay. In my personal experience here, the most attractive agents are often the least experienced....at handling real estate deals.

I don't know how I missed this old thread when it was new, but marylander's revival of it today caused me to read through it again, so there are a couple of things I would have responded to if I had read it when it first appeared. Like @thickornotatall, I lived not far from the Stonewall, but I wouldn't have been there that night, because it was not one of my regular watering holes. Friends started calling me about it the next morning, so I looked in the NYTimes, and there was a very small article about it, basically a police report. As the riots grew the next few nights, there were more news articles, still not large, and then things quieted down and it disappeared from the mainstream news. It wasn't really until the anniversary march the following year that it started to be treated by the media as possibly a seminal event in gay history. But it was definitely perceived as a big deal immediately by the established gay activists, and sparked a lot of serious community organizing, especially in NY. I had been part of the Philadelphia activist community in the mid-1960s, so I was friendly with early leaders like Frank Kameny and Barbara Gittings. I have mentioned elsewhere that I never saw Frank without a coat and tie, even on a hot night in a gay bar. He insisted that when we took part in any kind of gay rights demonstration, the men should wear conservative office attire and the women should wear dresses; Barbara didn't like that, but she did it. Stonewall changed that. When I went with a busload of activists to the state capitol in Harrisburg in the early 70s to lobby legislators, I noticed that I was one of the few participants who still wore a coat and tie. When I went into a senator's office with Mark Segal, the receptionist automatically addressed herself to me; Mark quickly made it clear which of us was actually going to be the spokesman. I probably didn't read this thread when it was new, because I never went to see the movie; I guess I didn't miss much.

Manspreading alert!!

Fin Fang Foom. His thread on trying to clean cum stains from his sofa was a classic.

Although I understand where you are coming from, this comment evokes a somewhat uncomfortable memory for me. When I was still a teenager, I met a guy who was very good-looking and had a beautifully developed upper body, but he had polio that affected him from the waist down as a child, and his legs were so spindly that he needed crutches to walk. Luckily, he had learned to ignore his disability and pursue a gay sex life with the assets he had. One Saturday night he took me on my first trip to Fire Island, and as we were walking around Cherry Grove in the dark, we passed a house where there was obviously a loud gay party going on. To my surprise, Dick knocked on the door and asked if we could join the festivity. I watched with nervous apprehension as the host looked us up and down, then smiled and invited us in. It was the first time I had ever been to a party full of suggestively dressed gay men dancing to loud music, and I was convinced we would be either ignored or made to feel out of place (I certainly felt out of place), but we were welcomed enthusiastically and treated no differently than the other guests. As the party was winding down and people were leaving, we prepared to leave, too. The host asked us where we were staying, and Dick said we would just sleep on the beach for a few hours before taking the first ferry back. The guy glanced uncertainly at Dick's legs, and said, "Why don't you take the bedroom down the hall instead?" I realized that Dick was uncomfortable at suddenly being reminded that his legs were perceived as a problem, so I quickly said,"Thank you, I really don't want to sleep on the beach," and I hurried him along to the bedroom, where we were left undisturbed until morning, when we quietly left the house and went down to the dock to catch the first ferry back to the mainland. I saw Dick a few more times after that, but the age difference between us (he was in his late 20s) was too much for a continuing relationship, and I lost track of him after that summer. I sometimes wonder what became of him, as I do about many gay men whom I knew only briefly when I was coming out.

BTW, for many years I did my own taxes, because I thought the process was simple enough that it was a waste of money to pay a professional to do them. I lived in a city that had its own wage tax, but I mistakenly believed that it was only on wages earned in the city. Since it was automatically deducted from my paychecks for my job in the city, I pretty much ignored it. After also having a second job for several years in another state, I received notice from the city that I was supposed to have reported that income, and I owed the city back taxes plus interest. Now I pay someone who knows what he is doing.

And whoever you use, try to determine that they are knowledgeable about the tax laws in individual states that are relevant as well as in federal tax laws. One year I had earned income from three different states, but my tax preparer was well versed in the laws of only two of them, and screwed up the filing for the third, which ended up being an expensive nuisance.

Because of some quirk in the program, all of us who were active in the very early days of the old Hooboy site are shown as having joined on December 31, 1969 (we were given an explanation once, which I have forgotten). No, the Internet did not exist in its present form then. The personal computer hadn't even been invented yet. And although I had already been sexually active for a decade by then, I still had never seen an ad for an escort, much less hired one.

I am a frequent watcher of "House Hunters," so there is no surprise in this article for me. Anyone who watches regularly can recognize the theme of two people with very different ideas about what they want, but amazingly can agree on a place that doesn't deliver something that one of them has insisted is essential. I saw the episode in question on Thursday, and could tell that Jeff's claim that certain things were non-negotiable would disappear when they made their final choice. Several of the things that Elizabeth mentions have been revealed by other participants in the past. I have fun looking for little giveaways of pasting things together, like snow on the ground when looking at one house, and none when looking at the next one.

He offers the "boyfriend experience" but "NO KISSING"? Does he understand the term?

Did you get both shots, several months apart, or only the first one? My doctor reminded me that I need to get both.

But will the rooms come with cute little Chihuahuas?

If I survive to November, I will have been on this site for 20 years. Most of the first escorts I reviewed are long since retired.

Thanks for the "report" clue.