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States that I consider mostly Southern are Alabama, Arkansas, Georgia, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Tennessee. Southern Delaware is Southern, but northern Delaware is not. A large part of physical Maryland and Virginia is Southern, but the heavily populated areas around DC are not. North Florida is Southern, but south Florida is Northern. East Texas is definitely Southern, but the rest of the state is really Western, and the same is true of Oklahoma. Southern Missouri is Southern, but the northern part of the state is Midwestern. West Virginia is a category unto itself. IMHO, to qualify as truly Southern, an area's economy has to have been historically agricultural.

My last few cars have all had keyless starters, so I was surprised when I bought my 2015 Mercedes that it had an actual key; I have to remove it to turn off the engine. However, my cheap 2017 Toyota/Mazda has a keyless fob. We have an attached garage which is next to one of the bedrooms, but we also have loud carbon monoxide alarms, which are required in all houses sold in Palm Springs.

What about fried chicken or roast turkey?

If you search this message board, you will find threads about the Oxford comma.

Because I was fairly lightweight, it was one of the few things I was reasonably good at.

What is said during the ceremony can vary--some people write their own script. In a state like Pennsylvania, which allows "self-uniting" marriage ceremonies, you don't even need a third party to say anything. What matters is a valid license and an official marriage certificate from the state. The officiant at my own wedding, a Deputy Commissioner for Civil Marriages in the County of Riverside, CA, said, "I now pronounce you spouses for life," which I thought sounded nice.

You have to pitch the idea to Guy Fawkes. Creating new fora is entirely his prerogative.

When I was a kid, my grandmother lived in an old house on the Hudson River that had been a stop on the underground railroad before the Civil War. Escaped slaves were brought up the river from NYC at night and unloaded on the river bank to be hidden during the day, before being moved farther north the next night. There was a secret entrance from the basement into a large brick room that had been built under the side yard, where the slaves stayed during the day. The house was built at the foot of a hill that sloped down to the river, and an ice house was built into the base of the hill. There was also a tunnel from a secret entrance in the ice house to the big brick room, so there was a second means to escape if the entrance in the basement were discovered. The house had no electricity and no indoor plumbing, other than a hand pump in the kitchen sink, so there was an outhouse in the yard. I used to stay with my grandmother during summer vacations. In the later 19th century, the West Branch of the New York Central RR had been laid between the house and the river, and my parents used to put me on the train near our home in NJ; all the men who worked on the railroad knew my grandmother, and they would stop the train in front of the house and let me off, where she was waiting for me. I loved those summer days, often spent fishing on the river bank for catfish and perch, which my grandmother would clean and cook for dinner, but without electric light, there was nothing to do at night but read by a kerosene lamp, and I hated to have to go to the outhouse in the dark. Unfortunately, the house was torn down in the early 1960s when Con Edison was planning to build a storage plant there, for a project that was stopped by environmentalists.

I rarely eat Chinese food, but I love Japanese food and have been to Japan a few times. I am not very dexterous with chopsticks, but I always use them when eating Japanese food, even if I fumble with certain foods.

I can empathize with "no one old enough to be my dad." If my father were still alive, he would be 112.

When I was 21, a hand written letter was the most convenient way to communicate with someone in another city; there was no email. Even a phone call from Philly to NYC (landline, of course) was a long distance call that cost extra money. I know the Herrick poem by heart, but I didn't think the weekend activities would include rosebuds.

When I was 21, I was picked up on the street in Greenwich Village one evening by "Peter," a very handsome, powerfully built older man ("older man" to me in those days meant anyone over 35). He took me back to his apartment, and we were partially undressed and just getting into it when the doorbell rang. Friends of his, a straight couple, had just stopped by on their way home from dinner at a nearby restaurant. He let them in, although he was shirtless. I was still in the bedroom, but after a few minutes of waiting for him to return, I dressed completely and emerged. I could tell that the couple were surprised, and intrigued, and after about fifteen minutes of rather awkward conversation, they didn't seem at all inclined to leave us alone. I became fidgety, and finally said I had to leave. "Peter" was obviously irritated by the whole situation, but he let me go; however, he slipped me his number and I slipped him mine as I left. I went to a diner on Sheridan Square, where I was picked up by someone else, who then picked up a third party, and we all went to the third guy's place for some rather interesting sex (my first experience with poppers). A few days later, I received a phone call from "Peter." He immediately went into a spiel which was as heavy as any paid phone sex you could imagine, and I came by hand during the call. But the things he said he wanted to do with me scared the shit out of me, even though I found it terribly exciting to hear. He insisted that I travel back to New York that Friday, because he was going to make me his complete sex slave for the weekend. He was so intense that I agreed to go, although I knew I wouldn't do it. Instead, as soon as I was off the phone, I wrote him a letter, explaining that although I was extremely attracted to him, I was not psychologically prepared for what he had in mind. I received a very short, gruff acknowledgment in reply, and never heard from him again. Even after all these years, I still sometimes wonder if my life would have taken a different course if I had gone to see him that weekend.

No. 3 is a mistake: there are FIVE in that one.

I was in England when the fire occurred, but it was in the news there. I later learned from friends in NYC that someone I knew as a regular had been killed. The place reopened, but it was never really the same after that.

My first time at the baths was not such an emotional experience, because I had already been out for years. At Xmas vacation in 1966, I was visiting my best friend, who lived in Manhattan. He said, "I visited the Everard Baths the other day, and you must try it." So I went with him, and stayed the full 8 hour limit. From then on I was hooked. A few years later, my partner and I were living in NYC, when his boss announced that that they were moving their office to new quarters on 28th St. When he got there, my partner discovered that they were directly across the street from the Everards. For a couple of years he could see whoever went in and out during the day.

I like people to think I am older than I am, which is why I wear this grey wig.

I wonder how good his memory is. Premier used to post pictures of all their escorts, and I don't remember anyone like him. Their fee was also higher than $120 in 2000.

Most of the gay hotels where you would be most comfortable entertaining clients are in PS itself, not in towns downvalley, so that is where a client would probably be most comfortable traveling to meet you. There are also more options in downtown PS for places to meet a client before going to a hotel, or to go out with him for dinner or a drink afterwards.

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I work online. If I try to log in early, I am told I can't start working until exactly 8:30:00, and I am automatically logged off at 5:00:00, no matter what I am doing.

Many people don't go to college, or don't go to the kind of college where they socialize with their classmates. I know people from my high school days whose friend circles are the same ones they had in high school. In my experience, many people develop their friend circle through their workplace, especially if they work fulltime at the same place for any length of time. People who live in the same place for a long time often find their friends among their neighbors, if they live in a stable neighborhood. In my day, gay men often found their friend circle among the other gay men that they met in gay meeting places. Others find their friends among people with a similar interest or hobby, like politics or sports or religion. All of these circles are fragile for someone who moves often, or stays in one place while the friends move away. For the elderly, any circle tends to be destabilized by illness and death. As people become isolated, they have to work harder at making new friends, and often have to go outside their usual ways of finding compatible potential friends. Artificial communities, like senior residences, are there because there is a social need for them.

What keeps standing out to me in your posts is your social isolation, which goes hand in hand with your physical inaction. Is there a senior center near you that you could attend? Do you have interests or hobbies that would get you out of the house to mingle with others? This is a great site for communicating with a variety of people, but it is not a substitute for interacting with flesh and blood human beings. Even a sedentary activity like playing cards or Bingo with other people would be good for you. The aid of responsible professionals is necessary for most of us, but you need the social support of friends as well, and not just "Internet friends." You sound like an interesting person, but a rather shy and passive personality. You may need to exert yourself more than is normally comfortable for you, even possibly volunteer in some capacity that doesn't require much physical activity. The best thing that my partner did when he stopped working, which had been the source of most of his friendships, was to volunteer to lead a reading group for people recovering from a stroke that affected their language skills. People don't have to be professionals, nor hale and hearty, to help one another.

What strikes me about your posts is your social isolation, which exacerbates your physical inaction, and vice versa. Is there any kind of senior center you can get to in order to meet and interact with others? This site is good for communicating with a variety of people, but it really can't take the place of meeting other flesh and blood human beings. Do you have any interests or hobbies that would enable you to mingle with others? Even something as sedentary as playing cards or Bingo with other people would be good for you.

The only time I go barefoot is in the water. My podiatrist told me to wear shoes all the time in the house, but I do that anyway, because my feet are more comfortable in shoes.

"Amazing!" as a reaction to anything the speaker happens to like (e.g., "That lamp is amazing!").