Charlie

I don't own a smart phone, and I turn on my old flip phone only when I am expecting to get or make an important call, which means it is sometimes turned off for days. I don't listen to anything when I am in the car. I love to just sit in a park, on a beach, etc., and watch the world go by. I don't watch anything on the ubiquitous screens while traveling on a plane. I hate it when there is a TV on in the waiting room at the doctor's office or the auto service area. At an auto wash, I like to just watch the car being washed and polished. I am happy to sit outdoors and watch the changes in the sky. My favorite activity of the day is a long walk with the dog, as he stops to investigate all the interesting smells. At the gym, I never watch the TV screens or listen to an iPod. At the pool, I float or swim in the water, and lie peacefully in the sun afterwards, listening to the sounds of the birds in the trees. On a train, I spend most of the time looking out the window at the scenery. The one thing that is beginning to concern me is my compulsion, when I am at home, to check my computer or iPad every couple of hours for new emails, even though I delete 80% of them without reading. And then there is this site....

Didn't your doctor tell you that is what happens if you masturbate too much?

King David and his boyfriend Jonathan. Zeus [king of the gods] and his boytoy Ganymede. Achilles [son of the king of the Myrmidons] and his beloved Patroclus. (It helps to have had both a Biblical and a Classical education.)

Poor Charles, like his ancestor Edward VII, has been training all his life to be king, while waiting for his mother to die, so he ought to at least get a couple of years to enjoy the job.

Before I was old enough to actually cum, the conclusion to my sexual arousal was usually a sudden relaxation of all tension in my abdomen. On a few occasions in the 60-some years since then, I have experienced the same resolution without ejaculation.

FreshFluff, why did you change your avatar to a Pomeranian? I also noticed that you are now an Earl, but you should properly be a Countess.

Let's not forget King Edward II of England, a notorious sodomite, who reputedly was murdered by shoving a hot poker up his ass.

Buddy Rogers was married to Mary Pickford. The Mary Pickford Theater in downtown Cathedral City, CA, is on Buddy Rogers Avenue. I drive past it often.

But I see that you have stopped posting it, which I think is wise.

I realize you are fairly new here, so you may not be aware that there is no way for the posters here to know who the others on the site are, or to take for granted that everyone who reads it is friendly and trustworthy, or will remain so. Most members are exactly as you describe them, but there have been participants here who were not so trustworthy, and at least one (who may be reading this post) who has become a hostile stalker of other members outside the site. Even the founder and the administrators of the site have never posted their photos or names online, showing sensible discretion.

I don't think that not posting one's own photo and other identifying information is "hiding" when one is posting on an anonymous website. It is not the same as providing that information to an individual with whom one wishes to make personal contact. (For the record, the person in my profile portrait is not me; I never wear a wig.)

Damn! That 20th century seems like yesterday to me.

Wait a minute--what year is this?! [Agassi retired from the pro tour in 2006.]

I don't know. I remember reading it in a sports commentary somewhere when Andre Agassi (a pretty hairy guy) shaved his arms, and the commentator noted that he wasn't the only athlete to have done that, because young women preferred men who looked like boys, because they found them less threatening, and some other people piped up to agree with that, referencing the teeny-bopper boy band idols. It made a kind of pop-psych sense to me.

After our first two weeks together, my partner and I were never sexually monogamous, but most of the time we were committed to an emotionally monogamous relationship. My best friend could never understand that, and couldn't believe that was a "real" marriage; he was serially monogamous with a half dozen men, and a complete slut the rest of the time.

The aversion to body hair, in both sexes, does seem to be increasing. Some have claimed that the cosmetic removal of men's body hair, not only in the pubes but even on the arms, is a sign of the feminization of men by women who are uncomfortable with men's body hair as a symbol of brute masculine dominance.

It's hard not to have at least some residual homophobia if one is raised in a society that is homophobic, where everyone you love and respect feels at least some passive homophobia, and that was the society in which I grew up. It took me a long time not to be uncomfortable around homosexuals who were aggressively effeminate in public, i.e., "queens," drag or not, even though I enjoyed their company in private. I was lucky in my early 20s to be befriended by some strong gay civil rights advocates, who managed to educate me about my unconscious assumptions about the sickness/unnaturalness of homosexuality, which existed right alongside my enjoyment of being gay. Then there was the fact that I was sexually attracted to males who were--wait for it!!-----"straight-acting." There has to be some element of homophobia in that aspect of my psyche, but I don't think there is anything I can do about that. Knowing something rationally is not enough to change what one feels in one's gut, but it is still vitally important to acknowledge what one knows rationally. I am thankful that the culture in which I grew up has changed its attitude toward homosexuality, for now, but that change needs to be constantly nurtured, because it is human nature to form and propagate phobias against those who are perceived as aberrant.

I used to do this sometimes, too.

Many years ago, I was living in England for a year, and my partner was coming for a visit, with one of his brothers. My partner and his brothers had never confided in one another about their sexual or romantic interests (there were big age gaps between each brother, and theirs was a rather puritanical Catholic family), so as far as the family knew, my partner and I were simply friends who had been living together for a half dozen years. The two younger brothers were already married, but the brother closest to my partner in age lived alone in another city. My partner decided that before the two of them traveled to London to see me, it was time to let his brother know the truth. He was very nervous about it, but the night before they left for London, he sat down with his brother and told him that there was something his brother needed to understand about our relationship. To his relief, his brother was not only not surprised, but he said he hoped I had some gay friends in London, because he was eager to get laid. The three of us have been close friends ever since. (BTW, his spouse for the past 39 years is a man whom I had sex with in London before they met one another.) One never knows what will happen when one opens up to someone who has known one for a very long time, but I hope the event goes well for you.

The Czech president's name was Vaclav (not Pavel) Havel, and he was not an economist, he was a playwright. By the way, I lived in the town where Havel lived and worked while he was in "internal exile" before the Velvet Revolution. Perhaps you should have googled before you posted.

Can I get that on Amazon?

Does "my very last hire" mean (gasp!) that you have retired from hiring?!

Well, the theory doesn't explain my spouse and his three brothers. The two older brothers are gay, the two younger brothers are straight.

I'm sure that they will confirm that when interviewed by the FBI.

I couldn't have gotten hard, nervously watching for scorpions.