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Well, not completely shut, I would hope.😉

Is that what it means to "cop a feel?"

AEBN lists only these names for the cast: Nick Harmon Grant King Hawk McAllistar Jon Vincent Bill Crane The top in Scene 6 might be Nick Harmon, but I'm not sure. Now I must go to rest "ze little grey cells."

An anti-monarchist politician in Australia once complained that the Queen had visited the country. "I wish she wouldn't do that." he said. "Every time she comes here, she sets the movement back 10 years." Yes, there is a portion of the population in every one of the 16 or so countries over which she reigns as queen that would rather see her and the whole monarchial structure simply go away. Perhaps they see it as divesting outdated structures and becoming more modern. But in reality, it wouldn't make any practical difference in their governance. The UK is a parliamentary democracy, with the Prime Minister chosen by the majority party and then invited by the sovereign to form a government "in my name," consistent with the style of a constitutional monarchy. It's true, technically, that the Queen could dismiss the PM and dissolve Parliament, but that would create a crisis of such scale as to likely lead to the end of the monarchy altogether. No monarch has been so stupid as to do that, except Charles I. You see a number of "monuments" to Charles throughout England, called King's Head taverns and depicting the king's head on their signage. His head was free for such work after Parliament cut it off in 1649, thus putting an exclamation point after "actions have consequences." While the Queen is the head of state in all her realms, the head of government -in the UK, the one with a finger on the button- is the Prime Minister. And an unpopular PM, such as maybe Boris Johnson, can find himself out of a job overnight by losing a confidence vote in the House of Commons, thus sparking a search for a replacement or even occasioning the call for new national elections. There have been times I'd wished the US had a similar simplified device for removing an unsavory executive. My point is that without the Crown, Britian would simply become a republic like France or Italy, with an elected President (a strong office in France, weak in Italy) who appoints a prime minister from the parliamentary majority. There would be no real change in governance nor uptick in liberties for the citizenry. Just the loss of a lot of tourist dollars and the spectacles of royal events, done by the Brits best in the world.

Would that be a case of word of mouth? I'm sorry; I couldn't resist.

I now see we need a new emoji for this sort of situation: one for a deep, deep, from-the-gut groan of perhaps grudging admiration and appreciation. Well done, sir.

To quote the Warden in Cool Hand Luke, "What we have here is a failure to communicate!"

As regards her possible abdication, one of her core principles seems to be pragmatism. If she gets to a point when she senses she is unable to do the job, she might consider abdication, but would, I think, be more inclined to a Regency era, wherein Charles becomes Regent and essentially reigns in her name. This would require both her assent and an act of Parliament. I don't think she thinks she is queen by God's will, but I do think she sees her role as a kind of religious calling. Kings and queens of Sweden, Denmark, Netherlands, etc., just get crowned. But in Britain, the sovereign is first consecrated with holy oil, as is a priest or bishop when ordained for their office. She believes her duty to her people is also her duty to God, and she seems to take both rather seriously.

From stories I've read, she's never much liked riding in the Gold State Coach even when she feels fine. The coach was built in the 1760s, weighs four tons, moves at a snail's pace, being pulled by eight large walking horses (too heavy for them to trot), which makes the unpleasant trip even longer. The suspension was state of the art -in 1762- but is extremely uncomfortable and hard on the bones. She spoke some years ago about her experience with the coach on Coronation Day in 1953, when she was 27. She didn't like it much then and I doubt she would today.

Who on earth writes his copy? Somewhat over the top, I'd say.

Handsome boy, nicely muscled body, impressive appendage. BUT ... I'd suggest his next tattoo read, "I've made some poor choices."

"Meet in a neutral place ..." Given the less-than-ringing endorsement provided in your comments, why would anyone want to meet this thug in any place, neutral or otherwise?

Best wishes for making the life you want to have as you move on.

When you amortize the cost per hour over the later days, weeks, months, and years of happy memories an encounter with this amazingly handsome man would bring, you'd be a fool not to make the investment. Hoping he'll one day cross the Pond for a visit.

Not only are you very good looking (😋) -and in a delightful clean-cut way- I also love that you can string multiple words together to form complete and lucid sentences, a talent many others of your profession appear to not be so blessed with. If your travels ever bring you back East, please consider a stop in the Washington DC area. I would look forward to making your acquaintance. Gentlemen, the line starts here.😉

His name was Gary, and we were in same grade in a Catholic high school. The first time I really noticed him left an image still seared onto my brain to this day. I was in an Art class, taught by a teacher who was also the Drama teacher and director for the school's student theater. Gary was down on the stage in the gym, helping to build sets for an upcoming production. He had a question about something, so he left the gym and came up to the 3rd floor Arts Classroom to ask the Drama teacher. I heard the door open, glanced up, then away - then back again as my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open as I stared at this boy. "He looks different," I thought, but couldn't say how. Then I realized - he's not wearing a shirt! Well, he was wearing a T-shirt, but nothing over it. At our school, the girls had to wear uniforms, but the boys just had to wear slacks -no jeans- and a collared shirt. He'd taken the shirt off while working on the sets and either didn't remember or didn't bother to put it back on to come upstairs. Thank God! The shirt looked two sizes too small and was stretched tightly across a broad chest with peaked nipples pushing up against the fabric. His 16-year-old biceps made the sleeves stretch around them as his tanned arms went all the way down to his strong hands. His face was square jawed, with high cheekbones, full lips, and dimples when he smiled. He was topped off with a fluff of light chestnut hair, some falling slightly down his forehead in a little curl. Not that I was paying that much attention.😋 He was a sometimes member of the group of drama nerds I ran with, and I was never able to keep my eyes off of him, scarred as I was of getting caught ogling him. He was friendly toward me but not in a "let's hang out" sort of way. I later found he'd gotten a girl pregnant but never heard what came of that. Lost track of him after high school but have remembered him now for over 50 years. And when I close my eyes, I can still see Gary standing there as that handsome hunk that helped me realize who I really was. Hope he's had a good life.

Gorgeous! (But sadly overdressed.)

Well, yes, now I see your point.

A handsome man's armpits. I don't know why, I'm just grateful for the gift.

I recently read a newspaper story of an 81-year-old man who had lost his life partner then later corresponded with a prison inmate with whom he fell in love. The old man enjoyed the attention of the younger, even by letters only, and fell for some ploy involving savings in gold stored up somewhere. The inmate needed help to transport the gold to the San Francisco area (where the old man happened to live, by the way), in anticipation of his release. The older man sent money to help in moving the gold, not from avarice, but from affection. Of course, there was no inmate, no prison, and no gold. Just a man-woman con artist team preying on the desperate and the gullible. When done, the old man had lost $400,000 in savings and was later subsisting on food stamps and Social Security. I feel for this man and fear for myself becoming like him in his loneliness and craving for affection. I'm not there now, and hope to never be. But at one time neither was he nor did it want to be. I am enjoying growing older (in spite of doctor labeled "age-related" aches and pains) and look forward to being 81 and older. But who would save me from becoming that man? I don't lay awake thinking about it, but the thoughts do sometimes creep into my mind. As the dyslectic said. "There but for the grace of dog go I."

This is the first time I have ever been jealous of a pussy.

As regards size ... A man described to his friend a weekend encounter in which the man's "date' had told him, "Give me 12 inches, and make it hurt." "So," he explained, "I screwed him twice then hit him with a brick." Maybe more appropriate to Friday Funnies, but it felt at home here.

It plays for me (in Virginia). I'm not a Premium member so have no sign-in. If you use a sign-in maybe that applies a regional barrier. Just speculating.

I agree that garlic, butter, and/or chili improve the taste of anything; that combo would make dog food delicious. But the texture of a scallop is a little off-putting to me, something like straight sex; so I prefer hot dogs to scallops.😉

Been there, done that, wasn't fun. That's why I'm so delighted to now be 73 and not have to care if somebody likes me or not. I'm at the stage now where if I hurt my wrist, I have to lay off sex for a week or two. Hook-ups are not really a part of my current lifestyle and I've grown comfortable with that. I'm not saying you should wait 20 years and see what happens, but I am saying you're not the first to experience these feelings and you're not alone. A few perspectives: I was in my 60's before I ate my first scallop; didn't think I'd like them. And I was right. But I wouldn't know that if I hadn't tried one. If you've never had sex with a man, you won't know if it's really to your liking until you try. In The Deli section, I read members' descriptions of gorgeous escorts I wouldn't take a second look at; I just don't see the attraction. It's a constant reminder that "Nobody is everyone's type, and everyone is somebody's type." Don't sell yourself short. Somebody out there will think you're perfect for them. You're on a site that features information on young men (and some not so young) willing to satisfy your curiosity about male-on-male closeness. It can be a bumpy ride and is not without risks. But if you're inclined to try this route, sticking to well-reviewed providers on this site will lessen the chances for a bad experience. For my maiden voyage -all those years ago- I had no such resource. I did my shopping in Times Square and it wasn't the best of times, but it did make me realize I wanted more. I liked those "scallops!" Imagine you are 73 and say to yourself, "If only I were 52 again and had the rest of my life in front of me." Well, you are and you do, so make the most of it. Best of luck and keep us posted. And Welcome to our family.