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Especially when you consider the haters who are trolls.

Good thing I don't mind being disliked. However, I'm quite fond of your silly comments. I always enjoy a good laugh.

Prior to Mayor de Blasio's super-stupid decision to change vehicle traffic rules on 14th Street in Manhattan, 14th Street had been experiencing a kind of renewal. Especially the block of 14th Street between 3rd and 2nd Avenue, where foodies can find Beyond Sushi and Eddie Huang's Baohaus. Then, in July of 2016, Capital One Bank left the ground floor of the over-priced, new-build condominium on the southeast corner of 3rd Avenue and 14th to take available space on Union Square. The southeast corner of 3rd Avenue and 14th happens to be extremely busy. Foot traffic on the south side far exceeds the north side of the street, probably because New York University and Trader Joe's are both on the south side one block away. The spectacular corner space that once housed Capital Bank has been empty since July 2016. A very bad sign, the rent has to be insane.

Just to underline some perspective on this, there were 22 street-level Papyrus stores in Manhattan alone. That's 22 vacant spaces added to the abundance of current vacant spaces. Mid January is very telling in the real estate market here. The Upper East Side is nowhere near recovering from the 2nd Ave subway construction. 14th Street in both Villages is a disaster now that asshole DeBlasio cut cars from the fastest crosstown street. Businesses are folding left and right because customers can no longer drive down that two-way block. Davey's ice cream is charging $5 for one scoop of ice cream just to barely afford their rent. Ice cream recipes are no secret. No ice cream is worth $5 a scoop. Insanity.

Papyrus Is Shutting All Its Stores I'm not 60 yet, so I don't think of myself as "old." With this child-like brain I'm stuck with, I doubt I will think of myself as old when I'm 70. However, with today's news that Papyrus is closing all of their greeting card and stationery stores because "consumers are switching to digital alternatives," I'm feeling really old and grumpy. Here is how I feel about digital greeting cards: I DON'T OPEN THEM. That goes true for invites, thank-you's, and holiday cards. I view the people who send this shit as CHEAP, LAZY, and without CLASS. Fine if you want to appear that way, just don't expect any kind of response from me. If my attitude about this makes me an old fart in the eyes of millennials, then I hope the scent of my ancient flatulence is seriously foul and slays these culture-less assholes. The gift of communication is dying in our culture, and I don't wish to play with those who are accelerating its death. My appreciation for fine paper and handwritten wit and poetry is too great to ponder a life without it. I still mail handwritten thank you notes, and I have no intention of changing. The next time a Republican tries to convince you that our economy is doing great, thanks to Trump, send the asshole to NYC to see all the "FOR RENT" signs on street-level business spaces.

Just posted another Reno Gold clip. This one is a massage fantasy with Reno sucking some cock.

My interest in photography is very organic. It's been with me for a very long time. On this thread and its link, many of the images are screenshots. On these boards and on this thread, I'm far more interested in the Gen-Z sex entrepreneurs who are redefining what it means to be a content provider. It seems to me, the future of porn is in their hands and many new names are creating some serious erotic content. And they're taking their substantial profits all the way to the bank, defying convention. Reno Gold, as one example, says he bought his first house last year and paid cash. He feels very fortunate to be making a lot of money at a young age, working at a job that makes him happy. It seems to me there's hope. If you're a good-looking guy who is horny more often than not, and who loves to perform naked and aroused in front of a camera, why not build a legitimate business selling your video productions to fans across the globe? There seems to be no shortage of fans, which means, no shortage of cash. For however long that can last.

I have long written about the effects of addiction on life. Sex addiction in escorting is also a serious issue. I am extremely grateful the addiction gene is dormant within me, however, its tentacles constantly pick at my nerves. There was a time in my life when I did certain recreational drugs, but I always had limits and no-go's; meth, crack, and heroin being among the no-go's. I've never been interested in changing the chemical composition of my brain cells. Then things changed. I grew up. I no longer had any interest in non-organic highs, and I ended all contact with user friends. I don't have any drug users near me now, and I have the ability to spot a chronic user a mile away. The gay author of this article speaks of "struggle with acceptance in ways straight men don’t have to." I can't relate to that because I haven't endured any acceptance struggle. Yes, there were certain members of my family who struggled more than I did with the news of my coming out, but I always felt that was their struggle. Not mine. Once I crossed the line of publicly stating that I was gay, there was no stopping me from accomplishing my goals, which had nothing to do with being gay. I felt lucky to possess talent, courage, and confidence in the face of normal insecurities that everyone experiences. I have come to learn that many gay men are lost. Some are so far down the rabbit hole, they can never be saved. The fight lives on.

Defining overweight and obesity is far more important that any other nuanced wordplay. Most people do not realize how easy it is to cross over into obesity, because their BMI has risen too high. Defining Adult Overweight and Obesity

Reno Gold is back, serving me some pit stank. Oh how I wish. Edit: Not to be missed. Just turned 24. Dr. Phil is his Daddy crush. His ass is lasered hair removal. This guy is a star!

Gay Men Are Dying From a Crisis We’re Not Talking About

Quelle différence? Meaning depends on the context. Mostly, gourmand and gourmet are interchangeable, with gourmand sounding more like a noun. In older language usage, gourmand could imply gluttony, but it's not a modern use of the word. Further relevant, the origin of the word is French, a culture that knows a lot about food and the pleasures of eating. I know quite a few French businessmen who are plump and could use a treadmill.

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I know of no other culture who loves their butter, cream, and cheese more. I have never left a menu dégustation in France where I did not feel stuffed. In order for me to participate, I need to skip lunch. Any suggestion that gourmands (even the French) are not obese is laughable. Absolute poppycock. A pipedream.

What a silly comment. Seriously misinformed. Show me one obese person who claims to not enjoy food. Many "foodies" qualify as obese. There is more fat, salt, and sugar in Michelin-starred tasting menus than any visit to Taco Bell. I have an abundance of foodies in my social circle, and most of them sport bulbous bodies the likes of Bill Barr, Newt Gingrich, and Bill Kristol. Obesity is not limited to fast-food consumers alone. You don't need to "gorge" your high-fat, luxury meals to qualify as obese. Another shortsighted opinion on the internet. Already done.

I'm not an expert, but I did produce a multi-faceted campaign for one of America's leading weight loss centers. Yes, in very simplistic terms. As most obese people know, simple solutions for weight loss don't exist. Unfortunately, for those who enjoy food, losing weight in a healthy, life-changing manner takes work. For many thin people, it's not easy to gain weight or muscle mass either. Food addiction is one of the worst addictions to treat because we need to eat. No drug or alcohol addict needs cocaine or whiskey. So when certain insensitive posters spout simplistic cliches to address a serious issue, red flags go up given what I know.

Thank you Nancy Reagan. The psychology behind overeating is a subject worth researching. For anyone who suffers from obesity, I highly recommend therapy as part of treatment. The brain plays a significant role in the gratifying feelings that food/eating conjures. Without therapy, it can be very difficult to change brain behavior, and a serious change in behavior is what is needed to succeed at weight loss. Portion control is a challenge for many. It can be like asking a size queen to give up big cock and learn to love small. There is tremendous value in deliberately switching to smaller plates and bowls for everyday use, especially when eating specific foods. The speed of your eating matters. Attempting to slow down the eating process is a beneficial exercise. Learn to savor eat bite and chew more slowly, as opposed to participating in a contest. It's especially important to do this when we think we are excessively hungry. Mind over matter. Slower eaters tend to eat less and they feel fuller for longer periods of time without risking over indulging. A high fiber and high protein diet also helps to create a longer lasting feeling of full. When you study the effects of sugar on the human body, and then you learn that the body digests most carbs as sugar, you quickly realize how "you are what you eat" becomes relevant. I applaud anyone who figures out a healthy way to lose excess, unwanted weight. As we get older, carrying extra weight can become a serious burden to our bodies and good, decent health. The heavier we are, the less active we will want to be. Overweight people tend to feel less motivated to raise their heart rate. If you say no to cardio, you run the risk of inviting all kinds of problems. No one is going to live forever, but if you surrender to depression and eat to counter those feelings, you're more likely to create an unpleasant hole that may grow too deep to fix. Our bodies need fuel. Learn what fuels are best and acquire the drive to eat for good health. Learn how to love yourself. When you love yourself, caring for your health becomes easier and more enjoyable.

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Palm Springs is not for everyone. Nor is L.A. I know plenty of New York show biz folk who hate L.A. (a la Woody Allen), and plenty of people who have no interest in desert life (Hollywood history or not). I've talked to several escorts who went to Palm Springs once and opted never to return. From bathhouse to boutique hotel to restaurant to stripper bar: No place can please everyone. And I'm perfectly OK with that. I was introduced to the gay PS scene very early in my career. I was young. A closeted actor and his architect boyfriend took me there my first time. They chose the Riviera because of its history. The actor's boyfriend admired the work of Irwin Schuman. I remember not falling in love with the Riviera, and there were too many families with small children at the pool. But I certainly enjoyed the 15º difference in temperature from L.A., and I found the floral smell of the desert air and the star-filled nights alluring. We returned to the Riviera in 1984 for Sonny Bono's restaurant opening. I have wonderful memories of Sonny. That was my last visit to the Riviera. I know a few gay men from across America who went to PS begrudgingly on business and fell in love with the place. Each called me to say, "The next time you go, please let me know. I would like to join you." I rendezvoused with four of those guys dozens of times in the 1990's and 2000's. We loved to hotel hop, which is why I know so much about the hotel scene. We always had a blast and had no problem hooking up with other handsome, fun men. I made many new friends during my PS visits. I'm still in contact with one couple who live in Amsterdam. I met them at The Triangle Inn with its original owners, Matthew and Kevin, who refused to turn their quaint resort into a bathhouse. The Triangle back then was a wonderful place for gay male couples from around the world to rest, relax, and be romantic, without the concern of 24/7 sex in your face or awful things floating in the Jacuzzi. So for me, Palm Springs means personal memories from a young age. Nothing anyone says about the place will affect those memories. As for the unsightly, rude pissing contest, I think Philadelphia is a great city with terrific people. Historic in every way. A wonderful melting pot of culture and diversity. Where would the music industry be without its musicians from Philly? My late, great, talented friend, Phyllis Hyman, was born and raised in Philly. And as tragic a story that The Barnes Foundation is, it's a must-see for any art enthusiast. Shame on any asshole who uses Philadelphia roots to mock and belittle someone who lives there.

My interest in Johnny Depp is limited. However, Lily-Rose Depp caught my eye in The King. Her brief scenes with Timothée Chalamet were formidable.

In season, it's difficult to find a weekend that doesn't have some kind of event happening. However, few events are as heterosexually insane and demanding as Coachella. Traffic is an unbearable nightmare. Unbearable, even in a Jaguar F‑TYPE SVR. "Gay" PS hotels require a little more work than a lazy Google search. A few properties are better than others. It's true, most are nothing more than hotels posing as bath houses, and one needs to be very careful to avoid bringing home unwanted guests (on body and in luggage). The "gay scene" has always been what it is: sex focused, no matter where you travel. Good sex is usually dirty, smelly, sweaty sex. The piss-elegant queens who require Frette bedding wrapped in a sterile sanitary napkin, scented with a daily douche of Cire Trudon, will be happier staying in a non clothing-optional choice. In other words: hetero with clothing on. With that comes rich kids and their nannies. However, some of the best looking gay and bi guys work on these properties, where the tips are much better. Middle class ghetto gays are notoriously cheap. If you're the type of guy who enjoys looking, frolicking, and playing with other naked men, often poolside, cocktail in hand, in glorious sunny weather with superb mountain views, then Palm Springs may just be a dream come true. No one does "ghetto" quite like the desert queens, where the focus is sex in hot, dry air. Most of the locals have cactus skin. Piss-elegant queens, especially those from Europe, should probably avoid the California desert. However, if you have a sense of humor and a health condition that requires dry heat, Palm Springs can nourish and delight. If you have any appreciation for 1930-1940 movie stars and their desert modernist homes, Palm Springs can be fascinating. If you like a cowboy type of man with rugged, tan skin, who likes to be naked in nature all the time, then naked men in Palm Springs can put a lilt in your step and a smile on your face. Gone are the days of $35-a-night, when $70 got you a tan refresher weekend, six poolside blowjobs, and two evening orgies in a Jacuzzi. Of course, cheap is relative. Even the low-end places are struggling to keep overnight prices near $100. But if sleaze is your thing, CCBC still offers $25 day passes, where you can oink for long hours with fellow piggies. Outdoor sex can be so much fun. If ghetto-tripping is not your drag, you can snatch the Library Room (my personal favorite) at the The Willows for $700-a-night. It doesn't feel like a hotel at The Willows, and rarely do you see kids running around. There's enough privacy in certain rooms with patios, you can spend all day naked if you want. The service is divine.

I did notice those manicured toes on the chaise to the left. With free parking. Where else could you find an abundance of blond surfer boys who looked very much like Kurt Marshall? Nudity was never legal, but that didn't stop many of us from taking chances. In certain corners and hidden spots, fun could be found. Sometimes, simply changing into dry clothing at your parked car, you could find yourself on the receiving end of a great blowjob. Zuma Beach was a hot place to be in the late 70's.

Ah, yes, Geffen. Not my favorite. Never found him attractive. Never enjoyed the sound of his voice. He eventually bought the house. Had no interest in those parties. There is a corner of my heart that loves Beverly Hills, in spite of all the plastic. Plastic is destroying our oceans, but I still boat on them and see their beauty. The time I lived in Beverly Hills and West Hollywood (Fountain Ave) was glorious. I quickly learned I did not want to live there full-time, but the fun experiences I had will stay with me forever. If you speed, 45-minutes to Zuma Beach. Countless times in a gorgeous convertible.

I happen to love Palm Springs. When I lived in L.A. very early in my career, I loved visiting PS on weekends. I was never without a tan or bleach-blond hair. Now, when I visit L.A. on business, I always try to spend a few days in PS. Fond memories. A "gay" event centered around meeting escorts makes sense in a location like Palm Springs. Even if it's middle class. If I were its host, I would want a very sexy glamour house, or negotiate with a terrific hotel. However, I would never book a weekend when Coachella occurs. That's what you call an asshole planner.