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I know that it is usually referred to as a "supplement" rather than a medication, but if I get it from a pharmacy with a doctor's prescription, I don't really see much difference. The doctor never thought I needed it until the sexual activity question came up, and he thought my lack of interest was a "problem" (I thought it was kind of a relief).

Yeah, those were the doctor's arguments for testosterone, too, but I don't like to take more medications than I actually need (and he never suggested it until he inquired after my level of sexual activity and learned that there was none).

When my doctor first learned that I had no interest in being sexually active any longer (he's gay, by the way), he recommended testosterone treatment, but I declined. Why stimulate me to want something that probably would be too much trouble to get anyway?

My serious desire for sex lasted into my late 60s. After that, I lost interest in doing it with anyone. I think that a lot of what excited me sexually was the belief that the other guy was excited about doing it with me, even if I was paying him for it. By my late 60s, I could no longer fool myself into believing that the sexual attraction was mutual. I honestly don't miss sexual activity--I get more physical and emotional satisfaction from a good game of tennis. That doesn't mean that I don't still appreciate looking at attractive men--I just can't fantasize myself doing anything with them.

I remember a hotel in Amsterdam near the train station that had rooms with various kinds of equipment available, but I've never heard of any such place in an American city.

Amsterdam or Berlin.

It is no longer called World Gym--the new name is Steel Gym. I haven't been there in a long time, but when I was a member, it was not like a gay bath-house, because there were plenty of straight members.

The mark on my upper arm from my childhood smallpox vaccination is still barely visible.

Looks more like a princeling.

These would be great photos even without centers of attraction.

Thanks for providing that link to the Eagle homepage--it brought back interesting memories. I was at the opening party for the original Eagle on 21st St, as a result of a brief affair with the manager, so long ago that I can't even remember his name.

Unless I am very much mistaken, that is a CAT!

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For those unfamiliar with Philadelphia, the Kimmel Center is similar to Lincoln Center, in the sense that different performance spaces within it have their own names--eg., the New York Philharmonic performs in David Geffen Hall, which used to be called Avery Fisher Hall. Lincoln Center sold naming rights to the highest bidder, but I doubt that was how Verizon Hall at the Kimmel got renamed for Marian Anderson. (BTW, for what it's worth, my own name is engraved on a glass panel in the now Marian Anderson Hall because of a donation I made at the time of its construction.)

I'll bet it matters to the Kimmels.

That is incorrect. Only the auditorium in the Kimmel Center, which is currently called Verizon Hall, is being renamed for Marian Anderson.

"The road not taken" pretty much sums up my life as much as Frost's.

I don't remember him ever advertising as a masseur before.

I wondered if she bought it before she was a superstar--her first appearance at the Met was at the old opera house on 39th Street.

Take your pick!

World Gym at Vista Chino and Sunrise in Palm Springs used to be a favorite of gay visitors, but it has changed its name to Steel Gym, and I don't know what the situation is there now.

Actually, he joined RentMen in January and listed his address as Edison with travel to Manhattan, but joined RentMasseur one month later and listed only Manhattan. It could mean that he moved from Edison to Manhattan between the two ad postings, or it could mean that he lives in Edison but rents a place to do massage work in Manhattan.

No problem accessing both.

Now there is some multi-fetish appeal!

In the early 1980s we were visiting friends in Geneva, who took us to a favorite restaurant of theirs on a hill above the lake. After lunch, we walked over to the edge of the property and looked down, and John remarked, "Oh. look--there are Joan and Richard in the garden." Sitting in the garden of their chalet were Joan Sutherland and Richard Bonynge. John called out "Joan!" and she looked up and waved back to him. (He knew them, so they weren't offended at being espied.)