Monthly Archives: June 2015

Photos Of Slim Aarons

Come-Back 101

A man was sunbathing naked at the beach. For the sake of civility, and to keep it from getting sunburned, he had a hat over his privates. A woman walks past and says, snickering, “If you were a gentleman you’d lift your hat.” He raised an eyebrow and replied, “If you weren’t so ugly it […]

No Guns For Me

When I first arrived in New York, a gay jazz pianist friend of James Spicer, offered me a .38 at a Christopher Street bar. “No, thanks.” “No, thanks?” CT was small. He carried a piece for protection. New York in 1977 was very dangerous for man, woman, and in-between. “Someone like you needs a gun.” […]

To Speedo Or To G-String

Yesterday my old-time drinking buddy Dave left for the South of France. The Dreamliner carried him from JFK to Casablanca to Nice, where he was met by his friends living in a villa above the Cote d’Azur. His plane had been delayed after the TSA found organic hair spray in an old wrinklie woman’s purse […]

The Closet of Closeness

Four friends, who hadn’t seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party After several drinks, one of the men had to use the rest room. Those who remained talked about their kids. The first guy said, ‘My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom […]