Charlie

Flying makes no sense in the northeast for any trip under 300 miles. Trains don't make sense for most trips over 500 miles. Buses only make sense for trips under 150 miles. In bad weather, trains are more reliable than the other two.

Before making that jump, I would suggest becoming involved in a volunteer program working with kids, to see how you actually feel about spending lots of time with them. That said, being a formal teacher is not the same as just enjoying being with them--see @jeezopete's post above. It is a career, with its own professional obligations which may be just as stressful as what you are dealing with now.

Before making that jump, I would suggest becoming involved in a volunteer program working with kids, to see how you actually feel about spending lots of time with them. That said, being a formal teacher is not the same as just enjoying being with them--see @jeezopete's post above. It is a career, with its own professional obligations which may be just as stressful as what you are dealing with now.

My best friend was born in that hospital.

As I mentioned in the thread linked by @samhexum, when my spouse's doctor converted to a concierge practice, he considered it worthwhile to spend the money to stay in it, because his medical conditions need plenty of monitoring. Eventually I joined the practice, too, because of dissatisfaction with the limited availability of my longtime primary care physician. $1800/yr seems like a bargain to us, since we pay $2200/yr per person.

I prefer hard, because I hate to find shreds of the soft stuff in my underpants when I take them off (I know: TMI).

For me, message is a physically therapeutic experience, while sex is a psychologically therapeutic experience. I prefer not to combine the two experiences, which is why I would not hire a masseur for sex. The few times that I tried to hire a masseur for both, I found the combined experience unsatisfying.

Continuous.

I have always believed in dog-walking as part of a fitness plan, because it's good for both of you. Unless, of course, you have a dog like mine who keeps stopping to intensively sniff something for a couple of minutes.

On a dare when I was a teenager, I once rode a coaster 18 times in a row. I don't think I have been on one since then.

One never needed a/c in London before the late 1970s. Now there are enough days in the 80s to make it worthwhile.

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!!