Actor Miriam Margolyes has two roommates, ones of them a rather cute gay actor.

Would you ever sign up? You'd have enough anecdotes for the rest of your life (Vanessa Redgrave on the phone, the day Margolyes took a bowl of radishes to bed with her after barking at the dog next door, and yes, the farting). But it also sounds like it might get tiring quick, especially if you're not ready to cook or keep things tidy ...

This is all hard to believe, but the puppy part is a nice touch!

[quote]My room was on the top floor but on my first night, lying in bed, I heard footsteps above me. Over the months, I started to notice things going missing. I would buy a six-pack of soda, drink one, come home from work and find only four left. It was the same with packets of soup and ramen noodles. I also noticed that doors I had left open were closed, or vice versa.

Mostly, I found it amusing – I assumed that my brother, who had a key, was coming over and eating my food. (Looking back, I should have known it wasn’t him because there would have been dirty dishes everywhere.)

I got a puppy. While she was being toilet-trained, I kept her in the bathroom. One day, when I was out, the apartment flooded. I came home to find the puppy in the sink. She was tiny. I didn’t know how she could have got up there unless someone had put her there to save her.[/quote]

The only problem is they're pricey, and I'm not sure they would actually look good on me. Can there be such a thing as a slim-fit caftan?

It's perfect for a super-rich old lady. Highlights include the patterns turned up to 11, the just-slightly-crooked pictures, and the tarnished frame above the bathtub. The full article explains that the toilet is hidden in one of the cabinets next to the tub, to prevent anyone knowing that one must poop.

Any eldergays familiar with this disco style, which was almost dead until it got taken up by energetic fans on IG and TikTok?

Anyone seen this bonkers exploitation picture from Roger "Barbarella" Vadim? Rock Hudson plays a super-butch guidance counselor/football couch who screws the prettiest of his female students (the Maids) -- until he decides he needs to kill them one at a time, I guess to avoid detection. His motives are hazy.

Angie Dickinson’s a dumb-as-dirt sub teacher whom Rock manipulates into sleeping with a (admittedly rather hot) male student who has a problem with constant erections; DL fave Roddy McDowell is wasted playing an ineffectual principal – he doesn’t sleep with any students, surprisingly.

There's lots of "satire" about California and America (sexual hypocrisy, psychotic love of football, sunshine) that I think says more about Vadim's hang-ups than anything else -- it's a bit like a late-60s [italic]Heathers[/italic] if you took out all the wit and turned the tits and ass up to 11. Still, it's worth a watch, all the way through to the sickly sweet theme at the end, sung by the Osmonds.

And there’s even a scene of the mustachioed Rock chilling at home in a manly caftan.

Anyone seen this completely bonkers exploitation picture from Roger "Barbarella" Vadim? Rock Hudson plays a super-butch guidance councilor/football couch who screws the prettiest of his female students (the Maids) -- until he decides he needs to kill them one at a time, I guess to avoid detection (his motives are hazy).

Angie Dickinson’s a dumb-as-dirt sub teacher whom Rock manipulates into sleeping with a (admittedly rather hot) male student who has a problem with constant erections; DL fave Roddy McDowell is wasted playing an ineffectual principal – he doesn’t sleep with any students, surprisingly.

There's lots of "satire" about California and America (sexual hypocrisy, psychotic love of football, sunshine) that I think says more about Vadim's hang-ups than anything else -- it's a bit like a late-60s Heathers if you took out all the wit and turned the tits and ass up to 11. Still, it's worth a watch, all the way through to the sickly sweet theme at the end, sung by the Osmonds.

And there’s even a scene of the mustachioed Rock chilling at home in a manly caftan.

A somewhat sad/somewhat annoying essay about a family just getting by in NYC (adjunct professor and husband who has a better job, but who got furloughed). It seems pretty clear that the city is too pricey for anyone without solid job prospects, and the virus has made those jobs even hard to get and to keep:

[block]This crisis has highlighted how so much of our society is broken. It feels senseless, suddenly, to keep doing what we’ve always done. I know the institutions I am a part of are broken, top-heavy, do not care much for me, but they kept me afloat just enough – many of my bosses have been very kind – I was deluded enough, I guess, to stick around. It is that very American delusion which I would have said I’m not a part of, but I still was: the delusion that we do not denounce or depart the systems that exploit us, just in case, somehow, we find a way to achieve power within them.