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Oh, no, no no! I can't imagine Kevin doing anything kinky or piggy. He is much too sweet.

It is about her real life husbands, not about "darling Murray."

Another handsome young actor who appeared in Bonanza, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train and The Virginian was James MacArthur, who later became a regular on Hawaii-5-0. Years later, a friend of mine became his last wife. His first wife recently wrote a book about her four husbands, which I bought yesterday and am looking forward to reading.

I wish I had been invited to his New Year's Eve party.

The other day I listened to my 40 year old recording of Adriana, with Scotto and Domingo, and decided that it was more fun than I remembered.

I usually leave my iPhone turned off, because the only calls I have received when I wasn't waiting for a specific call were wrong numbers.

I think there has been commentary before that he reads this site, and as soon as he gets a negative mention here, he removes his ad. It is already gone from rent.men.

We are having a real cold snap in PS, including frost warnings. Yesterday morning it was 29 F. when I woke up, and it only got into the fifties by midday, even with bright sunshine and no wind. I hope this won't last very long, because I can't find my gloves.

I almost never log out, unless I am going to be away from the site for a long vacation, so this old trick wouldn't have done what I wanted, but thanks for the reminder.

In the old form, there was something I could click on in a thread I had already read that would take me directly to the first post in the thread that I had not read. I don't see anything like that now. Am I missing it?

I happen to fully agree with both of these quotes, but I don't find them comforting.

At the end of every year, I write an annual letter which I include with holiday cards to old friends and relations whom I haven't had contact with during the year. Each year more of them come back to me marked "undeliverable" because the recipient no longer has a forwarding address on the Earth. Last month I called an old friend to congratulate him on his 88th birthday; I asked how he was doing, and his only comment was, "I'm slowly dying." I have already lived longer than my father did, and have outlived most of my cousins, not to mention many friends and lovers. I think a lot about growing old at this time of year. Russell's comments offer the consolation to individuals that although their own lives will end, they will merge into the the everlasting stream of humanity. It's a nice idea, but it takes for granted that humankind and the earth on which it exists is eternally stable. What if homo sapiens goes extinct, or evolves into a being that we would no longer recognize as resembling us? What if the Earth which has been our only home is no longer habitable for us? It is no wonder that so many in their old age turn to religions that promise immortality for the individual in some spiritual realm.

My links are blue and underlined, but when I put the cursor on them, they turn red.

As most regulars here know, I generally dislike changes in technology (I got my first iPhone a couple of months ago, and I still have sent only two texts and taken three photos; I don't understand how to use most of the functions, and don't care to learn.) I feared that I would be very frustrated by the changes here, but in fact I have so far found it very easy to adjust to them, even though I have just logged on. I especially like the new "rate" options, and the info that is immediately available about the poster.

In my wild, impetuous youth, I was completely unaware that one could get an STD of any kind from sucking cock, so I indulged that impulse enthusiastically. (STDs were not discussed in those days, and some of the now common ones weren't known--I had never heard of anything but syphilis and gonorrhea, and assumed both were transmitted only by fucking.) It wasn't until I had contracted a couple of nasty throat infections that I realized that insertion of a cock in any orifice carried some danger, with or without ejaculation. By then the connection between cock-sucking and sexual excitement had become so firmly imprinted on my brain that it was impossible to eradicate. Alas! None of the safer practices have ever brought me the same level of satisfaction.

I get turned on by big........trucks.

Palm Springs?

People change, technology changes, economies change, governments change, societies change, climate changes. If Ford stops making sedans and GM invests mostly in electric vehicles, it is not surprising that websites change, too. That doesn't mean I have to like it, but it does mean I have to adjust to it.

Happy Holidays to all! Will the site be re-born on January 1st?

Strangely enough, I had a conversation an hour ago with a neighbor whose wife recently had a knee replacement. Her recovery has been fairly rapid, considering that she is in her late 80s, but she still has difficulty bending the knee, and she is afraid to walk without a cane, something she never needed before.

The whole idea of sucking a cock with jewelry in it turns me off.

I grew up in a family in which sex, of any kind, was never discussed. Although I realized by the time I was in early adolescence that I was attracted to males, I was rather shy, and I didn't even know the mechanics of having sexual relations: the first time I did anything with another male, at age 17, I was amazed to discover that a penis could be inserted into an ass! Apparently others didn't perceive that I was homosexual--perhaps because I was pretty quiet, physically average, and developed secondary male features like body hair earlier than my peers--so I don't remember ever being bullied. I became sexually active at exactly the same time that I graduated from high school and went away to a small college, where absolutely nobody knew me, so I was free to create a new persona. But those were the Eisenhower years, an era when being "different" often did lead to persecution, so I became a scholar rather than a rebel. I did find gay friends and sex partners off campus and on long summer breaks back home, where I had access to the NYC fleshpots, but on campus I was just one of the regular guys, albeit with hints of worldliness from more than just books. Just like my straight roommates, I had girlfriends, but my reputation was unexpectedly established when the beautiful girlfriend of the football team captain broke up with him and started dating me. When the relationship threatened to become serious, I told her that I had sex with men, and that proved a deal-breaker. While I was in college, I also came out to my parents, though not to other family members. When I graduated, I immediately went off to graduate school, where again nobody knew me, so I was free to create another new persona. This time it was in a major city, and because I was an adult, I decided it was time to be more completely out. I lived downtown rather than on campus, and became a regular part of the gay community. Many of the friends I made at the university were gay as well, though I wasn't "loud and proud" there. However, I did join the Janus Society, an early gay rights organization, joined protests, and became an officer when JS morphed into the Homosexual Law Reform Society. When I finished my degree and started working, I didn't declare myself to employers and colleagues (being actively homosexual was, after all, illegal), but I didn't try to hide it either. I lived with my first male partner, and people could draw whatever conclusions they wanted to. I never lied if directly asked. After Stonewall, all the shackles were off. In the 70s, I worked with other organizations, like GAA, lobbied the state legislature, taught my school's first Gay Literature course, and was televised carrying the rainbow flag at the head of the Gay Pride parade downtown. In the 80s, when Silence=Death, I volunteered with AIDS organizations. As I have grown old and gray, I am less interested in gay activities than I used to be, and am more inclined to give money to support activism than to man the barricades myself. There is no reason to be silent, because there is almost no one I come in contact with who doesn't either know or assume that I am gay, including distant relations and those long-ago high school and college classmates.

Yes, that is Wenceslas Square.

"Straight, bi, or gay" refer to to sexual preferences rather than to sexual activities. Straight men can suck cock, and gay men can fuck women, without changing their basic orientation.

I looked for my review of him on Daddy's, but it wasn't there, so I had to check my records to see when I hired him, and it was so long ago that it was when Hooboy was still alive; those reviews are no longer available. At that time (2004), he had a nice apartment on Van Ness and was about 40 years old. I remember that he was physically attractive and pleasant company, but the sex wasn't memorable enough to ring any bells for me.