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posted by Mark @ 11:31 AM
I prefer B-Listers anyway. :)
Picking up on what Mark said, B-listers are usually more fun in every category.
Every social group has it's own pecking order. There is a hierarchy even amongst the wallflowers.
A burly, furry, whiskered,generous older gentleman is flying Y. J. and me to Ft. Lauderdale for a long weekend at his beachfront condo.He's on my "A-list" for that!
The speed and entirety with which beer subculture in New York was co-opted by the mainstream has been a big surprise to me.It was never really my thing, so I can't say that I miss the old days now that every dissipated thirty-something ex-twink is a "bear" and thinks that The Eagle is just like Twilo with "masculinity."Ehh.The good news, though, is that all the guys at my gym have chest hair now.Previously, everyone was waxed, gummed, depilated, oiled, scraped, shaved, singed, plucked, cauterized and gelded within an inch of their lives. I felt like I was undressing in a lockerroom full of fifteen year-old Chinese girls.And these were mostly guys over thirty.Very discomfiting.I'm told that the hairless look was considered super, super hot at the time, though.
just like"muscle top"
I don’t know how I missed this entry. I assume you are referring to what I wrote. (Forgive and correct me if that is an egocentric assumption.)I throw around the term “A-list” all the time, but it’s just because I’m insecure and easily intimidated. But, insomuch as an “A-List” exists anywhere, I think it exists among the so-called “bears” of New York. But maybe they aren’t really bears then.
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