Charlie

Does my brother-in-law's husband count?

I have always found that I am hornier than usual during a full moon.

I feel the same way about walking in it. I can't imagine buying shoes online--I have to walk in them first.

It depends. I moved in with my first partner six months after we met--and moved out less than four years later. My current partner and I signed a lease together on an apartment two weeks after we met; we have lived together for almost fifty years since then.

Thanks. At least it doesn't mean that I did something wrong.

Does anyone else here have aol mail? I have been trying every way I can think of to get to it, but I get only a blank screen whenever I try.

I am typing this at a computer desk that I bought several months ago from Wayfair, the only piece of furniture I have ever bought online, and I have been very pleased with it. I never buy anything online until I have searched locally and can't find what I need. For furniture, my next option is to drive 85 miles to the nearest Ikea, where I can almost always find something that works.

The previous owners of our house were a gay couple who were both named Michael (the neighbors refer to them as "the Michaels").

I want my body to be buried in my family plot. I don't like cremation, because there is nothing for future archaeologists to examine.

The first time I saw Kat'a Kabanova was at the ENO, which performed everything in English. The English translation sometimes sounded so childish that I couldn't help giggling. I really prefer to hear operas in the language in which they were written, even if it is a language that I don't know well.

My immediate guess would be Akhnaten, by Phillip Glass. However, I have never seen it. Luckily, I had listened to a number of operas on Saturday afternoons before I attended my first performance, because it was Die Meistersinger, which would have discouraged me from listening to more opera, or at least to more Wagner.

I have only needed a tux a couple of times in my life, so it didn't make sense to own one. In California I have hardly ever even needed to wear a tie for any occasion.

He was on an American tour, and one of my English professors arranged for him to visit our school for a couple of days and speak with students.

Interesting article. I was the unnamed proofreader when Clark Polak, the publisher of Drum, decided to print the first male frontal nudes in a magazine that was distributed through the mail. Clark was at that time the president of the Janus Society, an early "homophile" organization, and a number of the women--and some of the conservative men--in the organization resigned from the organization in protest, either because they thought it was pornographic, or they feared the authorities would find it to be pornographic, even though it was not an official publication of the Janus Society. He started with a nude photo of my partner at that time, which did not show his genitals, but then upped the ante to non-erect frontal nudes. The circulation of the magazine quickly increased. The Post Office did refuse to distribute the magazine, because they claimed it was pornographic, but a judge eventually disagreed, though the magazine ceased publication after a couple of years as slicker male photographic magazines proliferated.

Auden is one of my favorite poets. However, in person he was not a particularly easy person to adore. He chain-smoked cigarettes he rolled himself from some kind of revolting tobacco, and he reeked of them--I could hardly get past the stench of his clothes when he was close to me. His skin was stained from them, and his face was a mass of wrinkles. I was a somewhat fastidious young man, and I cringed when he appeared to be cruising me.

I knew someone who had a thing for sewer cleaners. Since they weren't that easy to find, he kept a couple of sewer cleaner's uniforms in a trunk under his bed, and when he found a persuadable number, they would both don the uniforms to have sex. The uniforms were somewhat...ummm...pungent.

I remember how all the kids on our block would go running when the Good Humor man drove slowly down our street on a summer evening. The milk man delivered milk in glass bottles with a little globular top with cream in it; we had a milk box by the side door. Then there was the knife sharpener who came down the street occasionally, and the fish man in the summer. When I was young, we had a coal furnace in the basement, and the coal truck would make regular deliveries though the basement window down a shute into the coalbox. My best friend's mother worked for S&H Green Stamps, and many of the things in their house came from the S&H warehouse.

Most of my primary care doctors over the years have been gay, but my favorite doctor was a gay-friendly straight man.

I didn't look at the original date when I started to read this thread, and my heart skipped a beat when I came to the post from HooBoy. How I miss him!

What a shock to see all those long gone names on the first page of this post.

I love sliced avocado, as long as it isn't too mushy. But I also like guacamole.

A pride of gays.

OMG! Those lips! Oh, and the arms are nice, too.

Big Bear Lake is an incorporated city, but it has only about 5000 residents, while Big Bear City has more than twice as many residents (I have a cousin who lives there), but it is the same size as the "village"--its official legal status-- that I grew up in. To me, a "city" should be a place with at least 50K people in its urban area.

I thought about Big Bear, which is a lot like San Jacinto, but it is really a small town (even if they do call it Big Bear CITY), and it is a lot closer than 80 miles as the crow flies--more like 40 miles, though you may put 80 miles on the car with all the twists and turns on the circuitous route you have to take to get up there (all the way west to Yucaipa on the 10, then back northeast up the mountain on the 38) .