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Yes, I'll be "eating out" tonight!

Just a note of caution when it comes to wardrobe choices. I've seen myself in enough photos that forced the thought, "That's not really how I look, is it?" Well, the sad answer is "Yes," that is how I look in the lens of a camera, and in the eyes of others. The mirror is not a true friend who tells you what you need to know, but rather one that tells you what you want to believe. Think of all the people you see each week or month on the streets, in shops, and in restaurants, dressed in age-inappropriate garb - too tight, too bright, too-20s-in-your-50s - but apparently oblivious to their reality. Neither their mirror nor their friends have told them the painful truth. All this from one in his early 70s, with many dinners and a little wisdom under his belt. If you're younger and fitter and braver, you may well look good in younger and trimmer fits. But be aware that your only honest friends are a camera and your own eyes. Be guided more by their honest appraisals then be deluded by dreams of a youth that may be moving past its prime.

How do you even know that, presumably off the top of your head? I'm both amused and impressed. Bravo!

"Tell me when it hurts," he said.

Couldn't have said it better myself. When I see ads for some escorts and weigh their pics against their stats against their claims, I conclude the escort will one day be a featured, but unnamed, profile in a future psychoanalyst's doctoral thesis. What makes some people tick? Amazing!

And so then he says, "They're not gonna lick themselves. Bitch."

I saw, and tipped, DC Chandler, many times in the old Secrets in DC, located at Half and O Streets SE, before the Nationals' stadium was built over it. He was indeed a very big boy, and a very nice boy, too. Before those days, however, back in the '80s, I met a young man who was dancing at The Chesapeake House, an old dilapidated building at 9th & H Streets NW in DC. The bar seemed a bit seedy in a most appropriate way and had some of the most beautiful dancing boys I've seen even to this day. That meeting started a decade-long affair with a gorgeous, handsome, muscled man, whom I came to love very much. At some point, and without telling me what he was doing, he went off to California and made several porn flicks with Catalina (and others, too, I think), under the name Rush Adams. He also made a few for Can-Am. One of these days, I might learn how to post a pic, but for now, a Google image search under his porn name should still produce a few results.

Like paying at the pump, slide it in and out quickly.

Is this the Green New Deal I've heard about? If so, it's got my vote!

Now that's a 12-step program I could get into! Plus One!

Handsome boy, impressive arms. I can't, however, stop thinking of the last thing he must have heard before leaving the house that morning: "You're not wearing that, are you?"

In more out the way places, the Speed Museum in Louisville, Kentucky is wonderful and includes the reassembled great hall of a Tudor-era manor house deconstructed in England and brought to America. I remember being fascinated with that in high school. Also, The Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond is a world-class collection of art in a much less hectic locale than museums in larger cities. I particularly like the Antiquities galleries. And though not a museum, the architecture and embellishments of the main building of the Library of Congress in DC, is -for me- a transcendent experience, well worth my four visits. Particularly impressive is seeing the remnants of Jefferson's Library, sold to replenish Congress' Library following loss of the original Congressional collection in the War of 1812. To see, but please don't touch, books bought and used by Thomas Jefferson is a spine-tingling experience.

Tiger Woods. Tab? $55 million.

I have lived in Virginia near Washington, DC for almost 40 years, and frolicked in the bars and clubs of that city with much enthusiasm and great delight. Four of the most handsome and hunky -and hung- men I have ever met anywhere, including my years around San Diego, LA, San Francisco, and Houston, have come from Maryland, specifically Baltimore and its environs. There's just something about Maryland men. I fell in love with each, of course, one at a time. Maybe they put something in the water up there. If so, it worked.

I was originally going to say "oysters," but I can keep oysters down. Haggis, not so much.

I was once told by a boss, "I'm actually only interested in positive feedback." When he left the department some months later, I told him I was positively delighted.

Save for the scruff on so handsome a face -and truth be told, even with it- this is a man I could strive the rest of my life to make sure was happy to be alive. Just pleasing him would have the same effect on me. What a stunning specimen of a beautiful man.

I love this thread and the beautiful men it gives to behold and savor. But some depictions, in a perverse corner of my mind, sometimes makes me muse, "If you'd put on more clothes, maybe you wouldn't need the sweater." In the end, of course, I'm glad they can't hear me.

I once worked with a guy so contrary, that if the boss had gone around passing out $100 bills as a bonus, would complain because he didn't have change. It's impossible to please everybody, and some can't seem to be pleased at all. I am thankful this site, its offerings, and its community are here, and that I am able to visit and enjoy what it provides. Do I like everything I see or read? No, of course not. But if see Haggis on a menu, I don't leave the restaurant, I just order something else.

In some places, sex for money is condemned because it is sex outside marriage, and is therefore contrary to the laws of God, constituting fornication and promoting adultery. The money part is seen as unseemly, perhaps, but the moral defect lies in its extra-marital character. These views are obviously prevalent in societies with strong and extensive religious values and outlooks. European countries, in becoming becoming less religious in outlook and attitudes, have also become more accepting of, or at least more tolerant of, sexual practices previously frowned on. In the United States, however, which remains one of the most religious countries in the world, at least as far as most of its citizens self-identify, strongly puritanical sexual attitudes continue to dominate and determine public policy in this area. Sexual mores within Islam don't seem to go far beyond the male orgasm and leave little to be said of enlightened insights. The Christian view of sex is actually quite permissive within the bonds of marriage, but absolutely illicit outside those bonds. This goes back to conflicts between early Christian teachings as opposed to teachings of a competing Gnostic view of life. The Gnostics believed in a duality of creation consisting a good, spiritual dimension, created by a good god, and an evil, material world, created by an evil god. In the Gnostic view, procreation was evil because it perpetuated the evil material world, making sex an evil in itself. Christian teaching saw sex as a fulfillment of the "be fruitful and multiply" command in Genesis, and therefore a good and holy thing. But only within the bond of "the two shall become one," also a part of the Genesis legacy. I actually find Christian sexual morality a quite cohesive and developed system of thought, flawed only in that in rests on belief in God that doesn't exist. But I'm probably just being picky. We're not there yet, but in general I think we're inching toward a place where my sex is none of my neighbor's business. So long as we're not too loud.

Don't tell me! He works at the Community Chest.

Less filling, tastes great!

Cute couple. I just hope one of them doesn't start "whining".

I may have posted this elsewhere, but if so, I'll repeat it here. Ironically, memory fails. A man fresh out of the shower saw himself in the mirror as was appalled at his reflection. He told his wife that he stood there looking at an old, fat, bald man, way past his prime, and begged her to help him feel better about himself. She replied, "Well, on the bright side, your eyesight's damned near perfect."

Without much refresher research and relying on an increasingly suspect memory, Ancients in Egypt, Babylon, Assyria, and Canaan, I think, probably among others, had temple prostitutes, which were exactly what it sounds like; you get screwed and the gods get your money. Pretty much the same as now, but minus the fun parts. When the people of the God of Abraham moved into Canaan, their one and only God told them not to mix with or be like the Canaanites, with their many gods and unclean ways, which presumably included the temple prostitutes. I'm not surprised that a religion centered around foreskins suffered from sexual hang-ups. But much of the initial antipathy toward sex workers arose among the children of Abraham, not so much because of the sex aspect, but because of their association with what were seen as false gods. It's almost undoubtedly more complex and nuanced than that, but it's at least part of the mix.