Charlie

I would say that most of the things he says he will do are relatively easy for straight men to do, since most straight men would regard them as "non-sexual" fetishes.

Many professional athletes have relatively short "careers" because their athletic prime doesn't last beyond their 30s, but they stay involved in their sports in other ways, such as in coaching or managing. This thread made me wonder whether great escorts might extend their careers in the same way. A smart neophyte escort might do well by hiring Kevin Slater to coach him to a top ranking in the escort profession.

PSP also has bulk trash pick-up weeks every Spring and Fall.

I once hired a guy who admitted to being 59. I haven't seen an ad for him recently, but he would be about 70 now. In 1985, I hired a guy who claimed to be 35; he was still advertising 25 years later (with some of the same pics).

Recycling is fine, but I dislike composting. I had to do it in a house I rented in Portland, where it may also be the law.

Never.

One of the sexiest young baritones I ever heard. Dead of a brain tumor at 55.

In the early 1970s, my partner and I bought a house in Philadelphia in a neighborhood that was in the early stages of gentrification. The house across the street was still occupied by a family of criminals. One night we looked out our front windows when we heard shots, and saw police sheltering behind our parked car, engaged in a gunfight with occupants of the house. The father was a thief (he stole some things from our house while contractors were working on it); the mother and two daughters were prostitutes working at the house; the younger son was a child when we moved in, but in his teens he burglarized and trashed the house next door to us; the worst was the older son, who tried to mug a new neighbor in the next block, and killed him when the man resisted. We breathed a sigh of relief when all of them were evicted or imprisoned.

Ah, Dubai, the only one of those places that I have actually been to.

I had a very similar Nana, my maternal grandmother. She was the youngest of 13 children. Her father died when she was 3, and her mother had to put her and two of her brothers in an orphanage for a while, but later sent her to live with her step-grandmother and two older sisters in Bermuda. She scandalized them by having an affair with a much older married man in her teens, so they shipped her back to NYC, where she met and immediately married my grandfather when she was 17 (he was 30). She was still quite attractive when she was widowed at 42, and proceeded to have numerous affairs, which scandalized her own six children. She became a housekeeper to an elderly widower, and married him, to the displeasure of his grown children. When she was widowed again, she resumed affairs with younger men, until she was almost 80. Many proper family members considered her a black sheep, but I never thought of her that way. I loved her. I often spent summer vacations with her when I was a child, so I was aware of her relations with various men--my mother would never have allowed me to stay with her if she had known what went on while I was there. She liked racy literature, and it was through reading one of her books when I was 12 that I first realized that I was gay. Interestingly, my spouse also had a very strong, independent widowed grandmother with whom he used to spend summer vacations when he was a child. I wonder if there is any connection between being gay and being exposed to that kind of grandmother figure.

I had a first cousin who disappeared when he was 18, and reappeared one day at his widowed mother's retirement trailer home in Florida when he was 32. He was an alcoholic, and was avoiding an arrest warrant in Montana for a minor felony. He lived as a recluse in her home for several years, supported by her on her meager income, until he left one day, registered at a motel, and shot himself. I had other relations who were lowlifes, but they injured no one but themselves.

I did something similar once, when I made a dish from memory rather than looking at the recipe. It called for a teaspoon of salt, but I added a a tablespoon; it was almost inedible. It won't be mentioned at my funeral, because the dinner guests are all dead now (not from that meal).

Abu Dhabi? Qatar? Somewhere in the Emirates area?

More likely that uncle from Grandpa's adventures in the Wild West in his 20s, before he returned to the east to settle down and get married. In the 1890s he was living in the red light district in Salt Lake City.

Whenever the turkey meatloaf is finished cooking.

One of the reasons I haven't taken the test is because I already know, through regular genealogical sleuthing, my ancestry going back several generations, so I am unlikely to learn anything of real interest to me.

If you enjoy participating in sports. there is also the Gay and Lesbian Tennis Association (GLTA), which is a great place to meet people while getting exercise. If you don't know how to play, you can take lessons or clinics, which are fun, too. It's healthier than hanging around in bars. (I thought I was too old to start playing at 62--tennis, that is--but it changed my life for the better.)

One of the advantages of being a gay man is that one can be top or bottom, depending on your general inclination, your mood at the moment, or the situation. It's not like being unable to fit square pegs in round holes, so to speak. All you can do is make some connection, see if there is a spark of sexual attraction, and do whatever makes both of you comfortable. BTW, not everyone finds oral sex as the default position.

I had a friend whose most effective pick-up line was, "I've got a big cock. You wanna fuck?"

I must be old enough to be your father, then, because I loved her voice and played her recordings on my stereo.

Bringing an uninvited guest is always wrong--unless of course, the uninvited guest is an attractive young hustler that the invited guest picked up on the street on his way to the party (didn't you people ever see "The Boys in the Band"?!).

As I understand it, DNA analysis can only tell you how your DNA matches up with the majority of people who live in a certain geographical region of the world today. That may be helpful if you are trying to find out where your ancestors may have lived at one time, but it is not much to go on.

So many problems arise in this discussion from the failure to distinguish among three different categories: ethnicity, nationality and geography. Then it gets more confused by the overlapping names. China, for example, is a nation, but not all Chinese (nationality) are Chinese (ethnicity), and not all Chinese (ethnicity) are Chinese (nationality). East Asia and South Asia are places (geography) that contain people of numerous nationalities and ethnicities. "America" is a place (geography), but many people think of it solely as a nationality (United States of America). "Indian" can be thought of as a description of a person from India (nationality) or a representative of a particular religious group (Hindu), but in America it is frequently used to describe the natives who were living in North and South America when Europeans arrived (ethnicity and geography). Trying to make valid generalizations about individuals on the basis of membership in such confusing groupings is pretty difficult.

I thought at first it referred to the number of deviled eggs you have brought to the PS Weekends.

And may you have many more!