Charlie

Now that's vintage. (I don't remember the moniker of the "boy" sitting and watching, but he is probably bald and/or gray by now.)

BTW, although I had sex partners until I was in my 70s, when all of them were younger than I was, no one ever called me "Daddy"--at least, not to my face.

When I was young and gay, to me a "daddy" simply meant someone who was at least thirty years old than I was and bigger than I was, and who expected to be in charge of whatever we did together. That was okay with me in an initial sexual experience, but I didn't want an ongoing relationship with that dynamic.

This topic made me realize that I have no idea what any of my relations' genitals looked like.

I am wondering how you would find out that an escort has been in prison--it is unlikely that it would be in his ad. To me, the relevant info would be the source of information and how reliable it is. Then the question would be what he was imprisoned for.

The only thing I have considered about the buyers when I was selling a house--other than how much money they were offering--was how my neighbors would react to having the new owner as a neighbor. I was usually very friendly with my nextdoor neighbors wherever I lived, and I didn't want them to be upset about the identity of their new neighbor. That said, I have often known next to nothing about the potential buyers until after the deal was done. However, when I sold one of the houses, I did reveal to the realtor that the house on one side of ours was being used as a halfway residence for recovering alcoholics, because I didn't want a potential buyer to get any nasty surprises. Nevertheless, our house sold quickly to the first buyers who looked at it, who said that the residents nextdoor couldn't be any worse than the neighbors they already had in San Francisco.

Don't tell me you are thinking of selling your house!

In this ad he calls himself "Nate" rather than Nick.

Waisted!

Yes, I think that was an over-reaction to the "So, are you retired?" question. I showed up as a new face in Palm Springs at 61, and many people--not just escorts--asked me that question, because it was natural and not a comment on my looks. In fact, I wouldn't have moved to PS if I hadn't just retired. The poster had probably said other things during the meeting which might have led the provider to ask the question just to make small talk.

Odd--facially they look like twins. Could there be some kind of photoshopping here?

It depends to some extent on why you are having sexual activity. If you think of yourself strictly as a consumer, then it shouldn't matter how old you are. If you are concerned with whether the attraction is mutual, then it gets more complicated. I stopped hiring at 68 because I could no longer convince myself that the provider was as turned on by sex with me as I was by him, and I realized that was psychologically important to me. I was actually in pretty good shape for my age (I had worked out at the gym regularly since I was 21, and I was still actively athletic (tennis several days per week), but I couldn't get past what I saw in the mirror when I woke up in the morning (Would I have been turned on by me? NO!). Age is just a number, but what you look like is real. For most of my hiring days I had been attracted to providers my own age, but that was no longer true, and I couldn't deny it. Don't stop hiring just because of the date on the calendar, but because of the kind of satisfaction you are hoping to get out of hiring.

Funny, I thought all those were characteristics of the elderly.

I have had an Amex card for decades, but I used to think that there weren't many places where I could use my Amex card, and used it only when paying large travel expenses, like a plane ticket. However, lately I've found that it is accepted for lots of things with no questions asked: groceries, a dental implant, auto repairs, cremating my spouse, etc. It has become my go-to card for almost any charge over $100. But like anything else I buy with a credit card, I pay it off in full every month.

Now that is also "vintage"! (Didn't Al Parker die at least thirty years ago?)

When I was young, Piaf's "Non, je ne regrette rien" was on every gay bar jukebox. and one heard it over and over during the evening..

Right at the start of our relationship, my partner and I sat down and had a serious discussion about the fact that we were both sex-crazed sluts who would not be happy in an exclusive sexual relationship. The rule we established was that if we were fucking with someone else, we couldn't make it a secret. We also acknowledged the possibility that sex with others could lead to emotional relationships with others, and we had to be willing to either deal with a three-way relationship or let one another go if necessary. It sounds cold-blooded, but we reasoned that if our relationship was genuine, it could handle reality. Over the years it was common for us to go out cruising together and split up if one or both of us made a connection with someone else. I never confused sexual attraction with love, which was one reason I could justify hiring professional providers. Each of us did have a couple of affairs with other people over the years, usually when for some reason we were temporarily not living together (each of us had periods when we were working in different cities or even other countries). It worked for us for 56 years.

Yes.

The artist has done a completely new memorial sculpture, and the city has just accepted it.

Are the stalls marked "large," "medium," "small"?

I confess: I'm really not into sex with guys my own age any longer. Someone in good shape in his 60s is my upper limit now.

It has been more than forty years since the first AIDS death among my friends (the cause didn't even have a name yet in the early 1980s), and I couldn't begin to name all those whom I eventually lost, including my best friend since my teens, and my first adult partner whom I lived with in my early 20s. In the heart of the epidemic in the mid-to-late 80s, I volunteered on an urban AIDS Information Hotline, and ended up running it. And, frankly, I burned out. In the early 90s, I escaped to live for a year in a foreign town where I didn't have to deal with it or people who knew what it was. But when I returned home, it was still there, and I was still dealing with friends who were dying or discovering new medication that enabled them to survive with it. By the turn of the century, it had ceased to be at the front of gay men's minds, though I still lost friends in the early 2000s from its long-term effects, and I know old people who are still living with it. They don't talk about it often. I think it is easier to commemorate a tragedy that happened on a commonly known date, like December 7 or 9/11, than a trauma that started on an unknown date and never ended on a known date, but just trailed off to be followed mostly by professionals. To be honest, I hadn't even noticed World AIDS Day or its commemoration this past weekend. AIDS was a major "event" in my life and worthy of notice by others, but I understand those who lived through it or whose gay ancestors lived through it, but don't want to be reminded of it, even if they should.

When I moved to Palm Springs and met Lucky and latlrnr, they quickly became my closest friends in CA. Considering how different our backgrounds were--where we were from and had lived, our family structures, religions, professions, non-sexual interests, etc.--we probably would never even have met if it weren't for this website.

I know I found the site around the turn of the century. Something tells me it was in 2001. I remember going to a get-together in NYC where I met a number of original contributors (like Tampa Yankee). I moved to Palm Springs in 2004, and Lucky and latlrner (sadly now deceased) were both posting here and told me they were also moving to PS at about the same time, so we all got together and met for the first time in PS in the Spring of 2004.

Duh!