Charlie

My father had one of those black wool bathing suits. I wish I had saved it.

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In the mid-1960s, even the early gay rights protesters wore suits and dresses. I remember Frank Kameny, one of the most prolific organizers, insisting that he wouldn't take part if everyone weren't "properly" dressed.

I think you meant "integration" rather than "immigration" (don't you hate autocorrect?).

I know that he became involved in the Presidential election the following year, but who invited him to the funeral? Senator Goldwater?

Eric Ryan was an early pornstar in the 1970s and 80s. I saw him one night in 1987 in a NY bar, shirtless and sweaty; he was with another pornstar whom I recognized, though I no longer remember the name. Then a few days later I saw his escorting ad in the Advocate, so I called and made an appointment. He turned out to be one of the most sexually satisfying hires I ever made, as well as being a very nice guy; he even suggested I come back the next morning to have breakfast, but I couldn't. I wasn't spending much time in NYC in those days (it was during the AIDS epidemic), so I never saw him again. He died of AIDS in 1993.

What on earth was Ronald Reagan doing at the Kennedy funeral? At that time he was president of the Screen Actors Guild and was not active yet in politics.

I worked for ETS as an independent test reader (TOEFL, GMAT, etc.) and consultant for twenty years. When ETS was revising the SAT, they asked me to help brainstorm new questions.

There's a reason it was named Death Valley.

Just a note to anyone thinking about a visit to Palm Springs right now: We are under an excessive heat warning (over 120 F.) and a hazardous air quality advisory (smoke from 3 wildfires burning north and west of us) for the next several days. Residents and visitors are advised to stay indoors as much as possible.

Lucky daddy!

The Merry-Go-Round was more of a street cruising area than a hustling area. I lived very nearby, and my route walking home from the bars at night took me through the Merry-Go-Round, but I knew several straight people who lived on the 2000 blocks of Delancey and Spruce Streets, so I would never have tried to hustle there. For my daytime hustling experiment, I used City Hall courtyard, where both hustlers and johns could always claim that they were waiting for someone with whom they had business at City Hall.

There is another thread on here about Drake and his identical twin.

Why wasn't there any place like that when I lived near Islington Green?

On Nov.22, 1963, I went to visit a friend who was recuperating in the college infirmary. I saw the tv was on, and the news broadcast was showing the Kennedys arriving in Dallas and preparing to take the ride through the city. Then I left to do something else, and about an hour later I was on my way to the barbershop when I saw several classmates standing around a car on campus, with the doors open as they listened to the radio. I asked what was going on, and they said the President had been shot during the motorcade. I continued to the barbershop, and was in the barber chair getting a haircut as the shop buzzed with customers discussing the news from the radio there. Then someone on the news announced that the President had been declared dead, and suddenly the room went totally silent. After a moment, the scissors started clicking again, but for a few moments no one knew what to say. A few days later, four classmates and I, who had driven to DC, walked silently in the queue of people past the casket in the Capitol, and then stood on the street to watch the procession of mourners and dignitaries following the riderless horse pass by us as they headed to the church for the funeral. Then there was nothing to do but get in the car and drive back to the college, and wonder what the future held.

The photos have been uploaded over a long period of time; the oldest photo on there is more than thirteen years old, and the newest 2 years old. The most recent face photos do look like I would have expected him to look at 40 (I first met him about 15 years ago). The dick, of course, is ageless.

When I was an impecunious graduate student, I decided to try hustling. It was before the Internet (actually, it was before the invention of the personal computer) or cell phones, so I went downtown in Philly and tried to do it on the street. A couple of guys showed interest but had nowhere to go, and then a guy offered to take me to his apartment. The experience quickly taught me that I was not cut out to perform with someone to whom I would not have been sexually attracted anyway. I pocketed the only money I have ever received for having sex with someone, but never tried it again. I developed a lot of respect for those who can perform on demand.

After a cooler and wetter Spring and early Summer than usual here in Palm Springs, it is now very hot and dry (forecast of 119 for this coming weekend). We will be driving to central Texas next week, and I am not looking forward to it.

My best friend was the #1 ranked kid in our high school class, but it was his younger brother who was the only person in our school ever to get a perfect score on the SAT. IMHO, their sister was actually the smartest member of the family, but she never excelled scholastically. When ETS asked me to help revise the SAT in the 1990s, it was one of the most frustrating tasks I've ever had.

One of my college roommates died earlier this year, and though I searched everywhere, I couldn't find any obituary. My alumni magazine usually has notices from the family and tributes from others when an alumnus dies, but there was nothing. I don't know why, but I suspect that his family relations were messy: he had at least two wives and a few children. We didn't have any relationship after our senior year, but he was a likeable guy and had made friends easily at school, so I took it upon myself to write a short note to the magazine, to let classmates know that he had passed, and gave a little general information about his life after college, so that he is at least memorialized somewhere.

The guy in the middle--the only one not looking at the photographer--looks like he is nervously realizing that he is the only one starting to get hard.

I remember going to a drive-in theater with my parents in the 1950s. There was a heavy speaker that one connected to the inside of the car's side window for the audio.

Those Buicks were really heavy.

There is a long article in today's LA Times (based on an AP article) about the shooting rampage in Philadelphia Monday that left 5 people dead and several injured. It begins, "A 40-year-old person killed" the victims. Throughout the article, the perpetrator is referred to as the shooter, the individual, the person, etc., but no reference is ever made to the gender of the suspect, although the assailant's outfit of ski mask and body armor is described. Quotations from observers of the shootings never include any words that would reveal the gender of the shooter, who is in police custody. Perhaps the police are waiting to find out from the person's lawyer what pronouns the person prefers.

Hmmm....not only "Bisexual" but also "by coastal."