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My trusting nature, my simplicity, and my mother's cooking.

Damn shame. karljr -whoever in the pics he really is- is just my type.

That is practically hypnotic to watch! The slow motion effect and those eyes are mesmerizing.

Firstly, the Sitting One is facing the wrong way! So close, yet... Secondly...O.M.G., the "Big One" is absolutely magnificent. I could spend a month, or more, just trying to make him smile, and a lifetime keeping him happy. "Just point, Studly, I'll take it from there."

As has probably already been said elsewhere in these forums, God gave Man both a brain and a penis but only enough blood to run one at a time.

It took me a while to realize there were cracks in the wall, too.

Is this the Mormon Missionary position?

"Lean back and relax, sir. This could take a while."

What a perfect back and butt! A shame to ever cover them up.

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.