Charlie

Mmmm...I'd like to meet them in the dog park.

Not everyone has the same dreams. I'm sure there are plenty of men who would find these two dreamy.

They hired you as a valet parker when you were only 16?! I couldn't even get a driver's license at that age in my state.

I lived in Islington. To me, everything west of Marble Arch was "Kensington."🙃

I wonder what he plans to do with all those bananas?😈

Over the years it morphed from The Sound and the Fury into The Sorrow and the Pity.

I assume he is using GOAT in it's popular meaning in sports (Greatest of All Time"), but greatest what?

Two of my straight women friends who are passionate moviegoers really liked the film; their only criticism was that it was too long.

I believe that the sex I would have with most "celebrities" wouldn't be worth even the standard rates. I'll take the cash, and spend it on the "little people."

This reminds me of a friend in my youth who liked to pick up hitchhikers. He only bought cars with a floor-mounted stick shift, because it gave him a reason to "accidentally" land his hand on the guy's leg or lap when he reached for the stick.

From the River to the Sea by John Sedgwick, about the wars between the 19th century railroad barons to get control of the southern routes between the Mississippi and California. Colorful secondary characters include people like Horace Tabor and Baby Doe, and Queen Palmer, wife of Civil War General William Jackson Palmer, founder of the Denver&Rio Grande RR. It's as entertaining as it is informative.

We went to three holiday parties over the weekend. We live in a 55+ adult community. A neighbor who is one of the HOA board members and his wife invited a large number of residents to an open house on Saturday. It was a catered affair with lots of excellent food and drink, and there was heavy traffic back and forth between their big house and a large yard designed for entertaining. Given the well-known demographics of our community, the guests were about half gay, half straight. We interacted with many neighbors we knew, and met many whom we didn't previously know, and had a good time. Later in the evening we went to a party hosted by a gay couple in their 60s. There were about twenty guests, all concentrated in the main room of the house, standing and sitting around drinking, eating and chatting. We didn't know anyone except the host couple; all of the other guests were older gay men, attired in the assigned theme of the party: Christmas sweaters. It all felt so familiar--I thought I was back in the 1970s again! On Sunday afternoon we went to another open house, this time hosted by one of my regular tennis partners, a straight, single woman a quarter century younger than I am. She lives in another town, in a small house on a golf course; since it was a sunny and mild day, much of the activity took place on a large patio facing the course. Most of the other guests were at least a generation younger than we are, and their sexual orientation was hard to determine. I spoke with several men and women who turned out to be married, but present without their spouses or partners. Aside from a few tennis players I knew, there were few guests with whom we had much in common, because they were all currently employed--we have been retired for decades-- in interesting careers in the arts, tech, and services. Nevertheless, the conversations were stimulating, because they were, like our hostess, bright and friendly people. We ended up staying longer than we had intended. When I received the invitations, I pondered the possibility that the event might turn into a super-spreader, but despite my usual caution, I accepted each of them. After two years of mostly self-imposed social isolation, I was ready to re-engage. I understand "COVID fatigue": most human beings yearn for social mingling with other human beings, despite the risks, and I am human. I hope I won't have reason to regret my decision, but for now I feel newly energized by the experience. Whatever decisions you make, I hope you have a happy holiday season.

Aaagh! I will have nightmares after seeing this post.

I remember the Venture Inn, but the place I am thinking of was not on Camac but on Chancellor St, and I think it was Maxine's, where Mary the Hat played the piano.

I imagine that Kevin would donate the whole amount to a home for elderly retired escorts.

Bummer. It reminds me of the only time I ever had tickets for the Paris Opera at the Palais Garnier. We arrived to find the doors locked and patrons waiting outside murmuring in confusion. Then someone opened a door and announced in French that the performance would not take place because the stagehands were conducting a wildcat strike.

No.

49? ROFLMAO! I hired him on Oct. 9, 1981, and he wasn't 9 years old then.

Many years ago, there was supposedly a code that wearing something green meant that you were gay and available.

😁 He's wearing green underpants! You know that means😁

And most of us used to think this was a great advantage.

His last porn films were depressing to watch, because by then he was no longer a beauty, and the action was pretty sleazy.

It was on Camac, but that wasn't the name in my time (1960s).

Notice the towel neatly laid on the seat.

I have mentioned this more than once on this site, so some will say, "There he goes again....," but I did have sex once with Casey Donovan/Calvin Culver, and he picked me up. Of course, Boys in the Sand was not porn, but he did make other films which were not shown in theaters.