On the one hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, tall, fat, thin, young, old, whatever quality, people have been happily fucking for the entire history of the species. Internet outrage at any given body type as being unacceptable is akin to virtual media eugenics and is stupid.

On the other hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, fat, tall, thin, young, old, what quality, I tire of both the media and its detractors telling me that I MUST be arbitrarily aroused by any given person because it satisfies a given narrative. This particular person is not sexually attractive to me not because of body size but because I’m old and she looks like a child to me.

Love who you want to love, fornicate with whichever consenting partner you wish. Take love where you can find it, and be happy when you can attain it.

On an unrelated note, one of my favorite lines came from Barbara Ehreinreich, though I can’t recall which book, and I’m going to heavily paraphrase as I don’t recall the exact quote: “The media was horrified to learn that elderly, wrinkled, fat couples were rolling around in bed together and enjoying it.”

This was my introduction to Bill Gates in 1992

Meanwhile, the mantle is tailgating the hell out of the core wishing it would move over to the right lane

I can’t watch him anymore either.

No issues watching old Robin Williams clips, but I just can’t watch Anthony anymore.

This is a good little illustration of why his passing made me feel like I lost somebody I knew personally

That’s always been my response when manager and owner use that whole “nobody wants to work anymore,” thing because they can’t get people to take offers for six bucks a year.

Every single time I hear that, I say out loud, “Well I certainly don’t want to work. Who in their right mind does? That’s why we get paid to do it.”

I live in Texas

You guys have porn?

I think George might transcend spacetime and that it’s possible that both your show and mine are still going on somewhere in a broom closet aboard the mother ship.

I saw him live about ten years ago.

As per usual, he was about two hours late getting started. Once things got going I counted no fewer than sixty people traipsing about the stage in various stages of undress and demonstrating innumerable methods of erotic dance, including but not limited to a contortionist pimp with a dildo for a nose, all while George sat motionless on a stool in the center.

This went on for at least four hours at which point, we decided to take our leave.

As far as I know, that show is still going, never to conclude.

That shit was weird. Really weird.

I thought this was North Korea for the following reasons:

The street is largely empty

There’s a foreign car

The license plates are significantly different than what I remember

Never heard of Pangyo

Looking all of those things up (except the empty street) I realize I would absolutely not recognize the country I lived in thirty years ago

Spacetime has just warped my brain if I can remember her doing something before I was born.

Raise your hand if you saw the original Hans shot first version of Star Wars in the theater.

Additionally, I remember my mother going to see Elvis live. The real one, not some seedy Vegas lounge impersonator.

Some of us are comfortable going both ways.

But don’t tell anybody because I live in Texas.

Context?

That’s enough time for us to evolve into carbon dioxide plastic eating beings, isn’t it?

Like many strains, weed is a hybrid situation

Oh. You like brutalism.

Well look where I went to school.

I found this:

Gay Time was produced by Bally Manufacturing Co. in 1955.

Bally Manufacturing Co. released 867 machines in our database under this trade name, starting in 1930. Bally Manufacturing Co. was based in United States.

And a site with a fuller picture of the graphics

https://pinside.com/pinball/machine/gay-time

I’m sure Trump’s got a list with Colbert, John Oliver, Jimmy Kimmel, etc. all ready to go.

That was a thing for both karaoke and video rental when I lived in Korea in the nineties.

The karaoke was more a place to go with a group of friends and the video place was more to go for a private place to grope your girlfriend while you watched the latest Tom Hanks movie. Think going to blockbuster, but then they immediately put the movie on in a private room for you.

Sometimes in the summer, I’d go rent a video room by myself so I could take a nap in a dark air conditioned space.