Charlie

Christmas Eve was cold and very wet in Palm Springs, but this morning we have blue sky and bright sunshine. Happy holidays!

Interestingly, Adams' son. President John Quincy Adams, privately admired his greatest political rivals, John Calhoun and Andrew Jackson, who defeated him for re-election.

I am reading America's First Dynasty: The Adamses, 1735-1918 by Richard Brookhiser. I was surprised to learn how much John Adams detested Ben Franklin personally, despite the fact that they were political allies.

My local message board is also called "Next Door," but I didn't see this photo on there.

If you showed me those photos and asked me to guess his age and weight, I certainly wouldn't come up with the figures in the ad.

Go, Zeta Beta Tau!!

When I was young, the only persons who would have asked me, "Are you gay?" would have been people who were actively gay themselves. because straight people didn't know what it meant. The first time someone asked me that, I said "Yes," because I thought he wanted to know how I felt about going home with him.

Probably never--I haven't had sex with a young man in years.

Since I don't have children, I am tempted to call him "Sonny" if he calls me "Daddy."

I don't think there is anything on my phone that would be a problem--or even surprising--for anyone, but I did have a strange experience recently. When an old friend died suddenly, I didn't delete her from my contacts, and her husband inherited her cellphone. I had only met him once. Several weeks later,, I was out walking my dog with my phone in my pocket, and somehow I accidentally face-timed her number, and he answered. I didn't recognize him and he didn't understand who I was, so we had a very strange conversation before I figured out what had happened. (Somehow I have face-timed other contacts unintentionally with my phone in my pocket.) The only thing on my browser that might be a problem would be this site, and everyone of my friends and family knows that I am gay, but whoever gets my computer and iPad would have to understand that I was "Charlie," and I doubt that they would bother to try to read 20+ years of my posts and messages.

The photos look like they were taken over a long period of time, and in a few of them he looks a lot older than 45.

Why does he need arms?

Before my potential husband and I started living together, the first subject I broached was the issue of sexual exclusivity: we both were accustomed to being sexually promiscuous, and I didn't want that to end. We agreed that having sex with other people was OK as long as we didn't keep it a secret from one another. He has already let you know that sex with other people is his job, but does it/will it ever go beyond a "job" with someone else? Will you be comfortable hearing about his work? Will he expect to "work" at home, and how do you feel about that? Will his need to "work" take precedence over your personal plans together? How would you feel if a client wanted a threesome? How do you plan to explain your relationship to other people? If either of you is uncomfortable discussing these issues in advance, or if you are uncomfortable with his answers, then you need to go slowly with any kind of commitment.

But I draw the line at "Gramps."😒

Thanks for the advice, but I learned how to do that 75 years ago, and never thought there was anything wrong with it.

BTW, I found a pile of old written porn that I didn't know he had, and I put it in the recycling bin. I don't know what to do with the videos.

Sorry--all I have are plastic cards.

I am resolving to stop saving everything--I have become a hoarder. My house is overflowing with things that should be thrown or given away. My late spouse could never bring himself to throw away any kind of paper--printed, written, a drawing, or even blank sheets, and I have been setting aside at least an hour per day to go through them and save only those that would be of real interest to someone else or of some kind of use in the future. So long, airline ticket receipts from 1975 and train schedules for the Swiss railway system in 1981! Farewell, hand-drawn birthday card from a 7 year old niece who is now 53! Into the trash for alumni magazines from 2010 for schools I graduated from 60 years ago. Do I really need to save bank statements from ten years ago? (I know: I should shred them rather than put them in the recycling bin). My spouse was an architect and painter, so he had large supplies of blank drawing paper; it seems wrong to throw it away, but I can't find anyone to give it to. What do I do with his old medications and those I haven't used in years? Why do I save clothes I will probably never wear again? What do I do with all that equipment for dinner parties now that I no longer entertain? I pity the family members who will have to deal with all of it when I expire, so I resolve to get rid of as much as possible, and try to stop accumulating more.

Luckily, I never had any problem distinguishing between someone I was emotionally attracted to as a person and someone I was attracted to solely as a sex object. A provider was always the latter. That was probably why I was able to be happily married for 56 years and still enjoy the occasional sex with a paid provider. But I still needed to believe that the provider was enjoying the sexual experience just as I was, not that he was attracted to me for any other reason. If I thought that the only pleasure he derived from the sexual interaction was being paid for it, it diminished my pleasure in it.

As someone who subsists almost entirely on frozen TV dinners, I generally prefer Stouffer's to Marie Callender for the same dish.

So many distractions!

To me, furry and fuzzy refer to very short hair, and hairy indicates longer hair.

What I would enjoy doing is entirely dependent on who I am doing it with and under what circumstances. There are some guys whom I would have no desire to rim under any circumstances, and others I wouldn't mind rimming under the right conditions., and some guys I would be eager to rim no matter what. But I have to admit that being rimmed--by anyone--has never stimulated me sexually.

Palm Springs is a great place to retire if you enjoy doing dog rescue. The shelters are full of animals, and new volunteers are always needed.

Did they all come out of that tiny Porsche?!