MsAnn

That's not necessarily true. And yes "B" is in reference to Daddy/ Guy fawkes.

The direction of this thread is shameful...

I still think the slap would do nicely...

Ultimately the slap would be less painful, and possibly more effective...

Or a good slap...

Just to amuse myself "Ain't none of em worth savin, if you hang around em long enough, you'll get that way yourself"

LMAO...

Recently a forum member sent me a link to a particularly amusing thread from years ago that he wanted me to see. It was without a doubt one of the funniest things I have ever read. It went on forever. I have to say that the level of discourse far exceeded anything that is over there today. I'm not sure how or when the forum deteriorated, but I can understand your frustration in the level of stupidity, myself excluded of course...

Thanks for the information. West Hollywood went through a similar transformation some 20 years ago. Many gay residences fought the changes, myself included, but in the end, your statement is very correct, many gay business can't survive off just a gay population. I'm am seeing the same thing happening in North Beach now in FTL. Many gay hotels that wanted to be exclusively for the gay community, found it increasing difficult to survive, part of that was that as a community we are changing. We are diversifying and melting into to population as a whole. Many of my friends don't always want to stay at a gay resort, go on gay cruises or dine in exclusively gay areas. Looking back at West Hollywood, in my opinion, the area is better for it. We still have our clubs, and restaurants and stores, but we are part of a larger community. I can only hope that St. Cat's accomplishes the same thing. Change is never easy. So fingers crossed that you will see a more vibrant, exciting and diverse neighborhood in Montreal, along with a few favs left in the mix...

Point taken...

What y'all need is more traffic here...

Well I signed the petition...there, I've said it. Let him come at me.

Amen sister...

I'm going to bed....Well maybe one cocktail first.

Or maybe there are a lot of people afraid to cross Daddy. Personally judging by some of the feed back and inquires I've received from behind the scenes, no one wants to stick there neck out. It's a sad commentary on a website. I think in the end, people really just don't give a shit. There's no loyalty. There are a handful of people who want to just move on. Pretty sad if you were to ask me. Over the course of a year or so, there have been a half a dozen posters who had been on the site for 10 plus years, decided to move on with their lives. Over a few last meals in FTL, several asked me to tell anyone who asked about their absence, to let them know that they were fine and had just needed some time away. Not one person has ever publically inquired about them... ever. They can ban the man all they want, but the site was a better place when Adam was an active poster there. And so it goes....

I just signed also...But if Adam doesn't want to return, then all of this might be a moot point.

"Somehow we always end up there"

apropos

LMAO...

The ex marine most likely had a 10 incher, but I was 10 years old and wasn't really looking in those days...

My humble contribution: Growing up, Mom had one of these in the house, or something similar. It was a 700lb monster. One January in 1969, after 7 days of relentless rains, the canyon wall let go and buried half the house and most of the road leading up the hill. The only way out was by a foot trail that was about an eighth of a mile long down a steep embankment that led to the main road. Dozens of people showed up to help us evacuate. After hours of gathering possessions that had survived the landslide and shuttling them down the hill, it was determined that alas the organ could not be moved and would have to be left behind. Mom began crying uncontrollably. We stood around pondering the fate of the organ and trying to console my mother. Out of the crowd of volunteers, an ex marine, 6' 2 and 250lbs if he was an once took charge. He pulled together 12 of the biggest guys in the group, wrapped the organ in moving blankets, then strapped 4 by 4 beams across the top and lashed them down. Three guys on each beam, front and back. To this day I can hear him say, "On the count of three we are going to lift, and then we're going to carry this bitch down the hill"....and he did. Mom had that organ until the day she died at 91.

One does often wonder if SK's and JD's checks ever cleared...

Excellent post... Looking back on my youth, growing up as a gay man in my 20's and trying to figure things out on my own in a world often hostel and homophobic, I realized how blessed and fortunate I was. I always liked older men as friends. My preference sexually was guys my own age, but for friendships, I gravitated toward older men, those in their 40's 50's and 60's. I was always fascinated by their knowledge, perspective on the culture, and how they made their way through this world. There was a sense of quite sophistication, proper behavior, and an absolute line of right and wrong, with all things in life. For some, much of what is learned about life, is learned outside the home, and I owe much of my life, and how I conduct it, to those early friendships. There are those that were far less fortunate than I, and I realize how blessed I was. I volunteered for the better part of 20 years, at the Gay and Lesbian Center in Hollywood, in a variety of capacities. The stories and abuse that some of those kids grew up with is often incomprehensible. Larstrup is correct in his condemnation Spacey, and those that excuse that sort of behavior...