Charlie

"....and then you turn over on your stomach and I insert this into your ass...."

It's hard to tell from that map, but Pittsburgh may be outside the path, and Falling Water definitely is--it's practically at the Maryland border. If you do go to see the house, be aware that it is only open for a few hours in midday, and there are preservation activities going on this winter which affect the views of the exterior.

My house cleaner is 65. 'Nuf said.

If he is a French-speaking North African, it's quite possible that he has made a mistake in translating metric measurements into American pounds and inches.

My house cleaner keeps complaining that the house is too hot, so today I reset the thermostat to 78.

Our last house in Pennsylvania was built during a moratorium on gas installations, so it had an electric heat pump, and I thought it was the easiest heating/AC device I have ever had.

Examples of fetishes Fetish based on a past experience: One of the earliest sexual experiences of an old friend of mine was being taken home from a leather bar by a biker, and having sex on the floor of his garage, rolling around on a rubber sheet coated with motor oil. After that, the odor of motor oil was always a surefire aphrodisiac for him. Obsessive fetish: An old friend told me about an acquaintance of his in Scotland who was into a weird form of "grunge play"--he always put a raw egg into his pants pocket before going out cruising, and he couldn't cum until someone smashed the egg in the pocket (usually unintentionally). Fetish that is really just a fantasy, not something one actually has experienced or wants to: being gang-raped in a football team locker room by players in uniform. I hope these examples won't keep you awake tonight.😈

My grandparents lived just down the street from a Sears Roebuck in New Jersey, and they shopped there for almost everything except food. They and my parents--all long dead now-- would be shocked at the news. I still have my old Sears credit card somewhere, but I haven't had an opportunity to use it in years.

At the end of the last century, I made an appointment with a provider whom I seen a few times, who was in his late 30s. He contacted me the day before the appointment to warn me he had just got his first tattoo, and it covered one arm. When we met, he was wearing a cover sleeve on the arm. He admitted that not only did his arm still hurt, but he was having buyer's remorse--once he saw the finished product, he decided that he didn't really like the way it looked, but he was stuck with it.

I might hand over the stock certificates I inherited from my grandfather, who bought them back in the 19th century, in a gold mine in Georgia.

He doesn't look old enough to have a credit card, much less to be experienced in all the things he says he is into. Would you be comfortable giving him control of your financial affairs?

Some things that attract us we don't even think of as fetishes--they simply seem like natural preferences to us--until they are pointed out to us as fetishes by someone else. Some things don't become fetishes until after we have experienced them. Some people can't enjoy sex without the presence of the fetish, and for others the fetish simply enhances the experience. Some fetishes we don't want to really experience at all, except as fantasies.

I am obviously an outlier here: I have my thermostat set at 80 in the winter--we are a couple of old men who are uncomfortable at lower temperatures. Luckily, we live in a place where it rarely gets really cold outside, so we are not radically boosting the inside temperature. However, in recent days it has been as low as 35 outside when I get up in the early morning, though it gets into the mid-60s to 70s once the sun is up.

Damn! I thought I had hidden those photos.

When it becomes illegal to sell a new gas-powered car in CA in 2035, a car rental company that has a fleet of older cars may find that there are lots of renters who will prefer to rent an older gas burner, especially when they are visiting an area where they don't know where to find chargers.

He sounds like a professional sex therapist.

Narcissus?

I'd like to know who that extra hand belongs to.

"Marriage" is a relationship that can be either legal or figurative. Many people rush to make it legal too quickly, and end up in what is really a so-called "trial marriage," from which it can be difficult to disentangle oneself. Unfortunately, social and religious custom, or one of the partners, often push a couple to make a legal commitment too soon. I am actually glad that same sex marriages didn't become legally possible until my partner and I had been together for forty-five years and were certain that marriage was right for us.

Stereotyping! (I'll bet he's actually from Chestnut Hill).

What are they all looking at? It's not him.

OK, cocksucker--time's up!

Did you get the beef?

Probably the largest age difference for me was when I was 17 and the guy was 58 (he was a photographer and I was the subject). When I started hiring I was 35, and most of those I hired were fairly close to me in age; by the time I stopped hiring, I was 68, and the last provider was in his 40s.

I wonder what the story could be behind such an unusual scene.