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posted Friday, June 6, 2008 - Volume 36 Issue 23 |
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KISSING AT MARINERS GAME
I was at a Yankees game a few years ago seated almost right above home plate, at the rail. After the fourth inning, I spent the rest of the game worrying about whether or not I was going to have to kill the three drunks who were getting rather obnoxious seated behind me. Fortunately, I never had to speak to them, because an officer removed them.
Most everyone in this nation, and I hope this includes you, knows that overt sexual behavior in public is unacceptable in front of small children, whether straight or Gay. Hence the famous exhortation "Get a room!" We know the difference between a friendly kiss and a prelude to intercourse. To hell with these people, no matter what their sexual orientation. Baseball used to be a national pastime, a family experience. Can't we agree that discretion is compatible with diversity?
Louis William Rose
SUPER STUDS
Growing older often provides memories of the past indelibly etched in your mind to either want to remember or forget.
For many years I was captivated by people who were most commonly referred to as Super Studs, sexy, physically attractive, and desired like fine diamonds by the Gay community like chocolate on ice cream.
On several occasions I pushed myself to meet a few of these ultimately gifted human beings and discovered some were very shy and nonconversant and the rest appeared to stay with their kind.
Thank goodness Mother Nature didn't endow me with super looks, sumptuous body, and a personality that made people envious. At this point I've accepted myself with all the incongruities of aging and gladly accept what I've been given for all these years without being a Super Stud.
Buzz Flowers Callaway
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