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I'd like this one in the Weekend Package, please.

Or Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, Japan. I was surprised to learn that over 70 countries -some large, some small- drive on the left. In the case of this handsome, muscular hunk, however, I'll take whichever side he offers. I am, however, partial to the front. I hope he has a nice stick for our ride.

The comment on Singer's acting puts me in mind of a great story about Katherine Hepburn. In a biopic of her, Hepburn herself repeated a line from a review of her performance in some New York play, early in Hepburn's career, with the review having been written by the sometimes razor-tongued Dorothy Parker. Miss Parker was quoted as saying, "Miss Hepburn's emotions ran the gamut from A to B." In her account, Hepburn added, in that ever-so-Hepburn inflection, "Funny now. Wasn't then."

The dejection in that face seems to sigh, "For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"

I see escort ads every day for men I would only touch with a ten-foot pole, or ones I'd decline in favor of going home alone to satisfy myself. It seems that, for some, the mere willingness to engage in sexual activity for compensation makes them see themselves as a viable and desirable sex companion, even though -in my eyes, at least- they lack the face, the body, and/or the "equipment" that would be needed to secure my interest. And hardly a day goes by that I don't see a "411 on Whatshisname," linking to an ad, which when seen, makes me cringe and ask "Why? How?" could anyone find this man remotely attractive or desirable. All this simply proves the truth that "nobody is everybody's type, and everybody is somebody's type." And although, with some escorts, I couldn't see an attraction if I tried for a thousand years, it doesn't mean nobody else can or does. And since I'm not being asked to participate, it's really none of my business. And as far as how such men as these -and including the current subject Mateo Blanco- attract enough business to survive, or possibly even thrive, remember that almost 75 million people voted for That Man. So some things simply defy rational explanation or logical understanding. But given the size of the population, the law of large numbers means there may be a market for whatever they're selling. Now then, where did I leave that pole?

Lord, love a duck! And now I envy it, too.

From the pics, I would think he means the times are limited to those hours between his tattoo appointments.

On a related note, I've heard reports that Brodie Sinclair is a perfect asshole. I don't believe it, of course. After all, nobody's perfect.

Saw this photo posted elsewhere with a caption. Searched but couldn't find it, so I'll paraphrase best I can: Dog says: Dude! What the fuck?

The beauty of the sofa depends on where you put it; think salon in a Gentlemen's Club in Belgravia section of London. The beauty of the ass depends on what you put into it; use your imagination for best result. Personally. I'd pick ?

OMG, two in a row! This boy is the Pavlov's Bell to my Inner Dog. Woof, woof, slurp, slurp.

When I saw this, I got up, then knelt down in front of the screen. A purely instinctive reaction.

Whoever he is, or is not, he is good looking. But with that hair in Pic 3, I hope no strong wind whips up on that balcony, otherwise he'll need wings.

Eww! Hope they weren't having people to dinner that night.

I, too, love dogs, but won't have one. I didn't use "own" because I don't like even the sense of owning a pet; instead he would be my ward. And my friend. But I recognize I'm too selfish to have a dog. To have to get up early and take the dog out, or take him out at night even in the cold rain. To have to take him on walks, him on a leash and me with my cane. To have to stay home or return early to tend to his needs and schedule. To find a dog-friendly hotel if I want to take a trip, or to have the extra trouble and expense of boarding the dog, which would only remove him from his familiar surroundings, place him with strangers, and give him stress. I'm too selfish, lazy, and undisciplined to be responsible for another living being. Especially one who would only love me and be a constant companion. And one who would be mystified and befuddled and lost after they've taken away my body and he's left alone because he outlived me. No, no dog for me. Instead I sometimes visit friends' homes and pet and play with their dogs, or stop by the dog park and watch them play. But mostly I watch YouTube videos of rescues and rehabs until I have to stop because I'm getting dehydrated from crying. It's sometimes hard not having a dog. But it's the best thing for the dog. And I love dogs too much to have one.

If they allow purchase of a franchise, I'm in. Sounds like my kind of business.

Me: "I'd like to add a stop before the final destination. What's your address?" Him: "That's fine, but there will be an upcharge for the service." Me: "That's fine. There usually is. BTW, what sort of mileage doing you usually get with your stick?"

Not really into all the facial hair, but I think I could get so lost in those eyes that I might not notice the hair. Stunning young man!

Stocking up for the weekend?

This rooftop pool has a beautiful view of the moon.

A very well designed space; all those flat surfaces I could bend over.

Well, if you give me the meat, I'll give you some bread.

Oh, Sweetheart, what corner do you work on? As Rick said to Louis in Casablanca, "This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Back in the early 2000s, he worked at several bars in DC, and I always tried to order my drinks from him. He was gorgeous, with great hair, handsome face, hot body, and I wanted to flirt with him. He escorted for a while but I was never able to sample his wares. His pics seem to be of those years, and I've no idea if time has been good to him or not. Since he's in Vegas, some gambler among us should roll the dice and report back.

The fact a restraining order was issued against you will immediately prejudice any judge against you, since it means another judge saw fit to issue it, and judges tend to honor one another's judgements. If "legal action" means a criminal complaint, you must have standing, meaning you were either the victim of a criminal act, or you witnessed one, and you have something that amounts to probable cause against the offender. Without that, no law enforcement agency or court can do anything for you but take and file a statement, if that. If "legal action" means a civil suit, you would probably need to show malice of the other party, as well as damages, usually meaning financial. I'm not entirely sure on this next point, but find out if "outing" someone who actually is Gay even qualifies as actionable. It may fall under a general principle used in slander cases, that "truth is a complete defense." Although being outed against your will may cause hurt and complications in your personal life and relationships, the law might hold that a truth that hurts is, after all, still a truth, and people can't be punished for speaking the truth. I urge a period of somber reflection, discussions with your therapist, and consultation with a competent attorney before taking any action that might serve only to make bad things even worse. I think that what your ex did was horrendous and reprehensible, and if an accurate reflection of his core character, will ultimately lead to his undoing. Be grateful you are rid of him and try your best to summon the strength to move beyond the present unpleasantness. My best wishes in those efforts.