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Actually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
Actually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
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Next time, I'll just STFU and smile.
Mid 70s. Working as a bellhop in the Hotel Drake Wilshire in downtown San Francisco. Dressed as an organ grinder's monkey, schlepping a couple of cases downstairs for a couple. Standing in the lift: They are chattering away in machine gun Russian. I am zoning out staring at the brassworks around the floor numbers.
At the lobby, I hold the door open for them. They say "Thank you" in moderately accented English. I give them a polite you're welcome / "Pazhaloosta" in reply. The woman steps around and presses the Close Door button and then hits Stop. The guy, chattering excitedly pushes me up against the far wall without really touching me; asking how much I spoke, where I learned it, etc, etc...
What the unholy fuck they were talking about, I had no idea; desperately telling them that I got the sum total of my rooski from the movie Patton, that I was a student, this was a temp job, I wasn't a CIA operative, and certainly not stupid enough to blow my cover if I WAS. (The CIA was a little bit smarter back then, ... or ... at one time I used to think so.) Took several minutes before they let me out. Scared me no end.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 18:31, 6 replies)
Mid 70s. Working as a bellhop in the Hotel Drake Wilshire in downtown San Francisco. Dressed as an organ grinder's monkey, schlepping a couple of cases downstairs for a couple. Standing in the lift: They are chattering away in machine gun Russian. I am zoning out staring at the brassworks around the floor numbers.
At the lobby, I hold the door open for them. They say "Thank you" in moderately accented English. I give them a polite you're welcome / "Pazhaloosta" in reply. The woman steps around and presses the Close Door button and then hits Stop. The guy, chattering excitedly pushes me up against the far wall without really touching me; asking how much I spoke, where I learned it, etc, etc...
What the unholy fuck they were talking about, I had no idea; desperately telling them that I got the sum total of my rooski from the movie Patton, that I was a student, this was a temp job, I wasn't a CIA operative, and certainly not stupid enough to blow my cover if I WAS. (The CIA was a little bit smarter back then, ... or ... at one time I used to think so.) Took several minutes before they let me out. Scared me no end.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 18:31, 6 replies)
San Fransisco in the 70's. I thought this was going to be a "my journey into the hard core gay porn industry." I am feeling let down.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 18:46, closed)
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 18:46, closed)
SF / Gay Life? Sure, plenty of that
The city was a pageant of weird. Had some whistles. Had some smiles and winks. Even an offer to have my rear end jacked up and my undercarriage lubed ... in clearly a non-automotive context. Took it as a compliment. Bum still virgin. A/C all the way. Have a pragmatic view of the lifestyle: Gay/Straight means non-overlapping hunting grounds. Women are so very much more intoxicating.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 19:26, closed)
The city was a pageant of weird. Had some whistles. Had some smiles and winks. Even an offer to have my rear end jacked up and my undercarriage lubed ... in clearly a non-automotive context. Took it as a compliment. Bum still virgin. A/C all the way. Have a pragmatic view of the lifestyle: Gay/Straight means non-overlapping hunting grounds. Women are so very much more intoxicating.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 19:26, closed)
^
SF / Gay Life? Sure, plenty of that
The city was a pageant of weird.
The rest though I would like as my epitaph.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2014, 8:37, closed)
The city was a pageant of weird.
The rest though I would like as my epitaph.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2014, 8:37, closed)
It's ok. It's nothing to be ashamed of.
There are a lot of people who can help you with reading comprehension.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2014, 15:49, closed)
There are a lot of people who can help you with reading comprehension.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2014, 15:49, closed)
great story
If only you had the record button pressed.
I'll click now instead.
( , Thu 4 Dec 2014, 8:06, closed)
If only you had the record button pressed.
I'll click now instead.
( , Thu 4 Dec 2014, 8:06, closed)
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