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May 23, 2012
Lee, I wish to say this. Even though we have never met, can't begin
to express to you my Gratitude for being one of my friends. You
were there for me from the beggining. Believe I told you of Fraud
that was commited on me. You got me thru, a very rough time
In my life, for this I am forever indebted to you. Thanks for
the experience of being my Friend, I luv ya Tim.
September 23, 2011
He's very sweetest guy in this world, he's friendly, nice, caring, lovely person I've met here.
He is the one you can 100% trust, and can share anything with you.
I want to to him: I love you, my friend, you're the best !!!! My Best Friend here, in Tribe and my heart.
What's the issue about Secretary Hillary Clinton getting $225k a speech when Pres Bush got $1m / Trump $1.25m...OK for men but not women?.
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?.
What we see depends on what we're looking for..Expect the best..
(2) Anything Goes Except: Scat, Blood, Satanism, Pedophilia, Bestiality;
* READ INFO ABOVE: AGE..'63',,I don't look 30 anymore, nor do I intend to..
I am a gay man; submissive; obedient; Adventurous; Open minded and free spirited..
I have worked in child care, cooking, carny, nursing home aide, private duty nursing, waiter, cab driver, handy man, newspaper delivery, factory worker, chef, barn painter, tractor trailer driver, convenience store clerk, Walmart cashier, and warehouse worker..
I've had seven husbands and numerous lovers..
I enjoy cooking, dining out, movies, reading, flower gardening, friends, fun, and catching a buzz..And I've had the pleasure of raising 2 Pekingese..My Pekingese, Precious died at 14 yrs. and 6 months..She was so special because we had literally been through both hell and high waters together..But, a friend hurried and found another one for me..I picked a male this time..My other two were females..His name is Hairy Baby because he's nothing but a ball of fur..As for me I'm just taking it easy and chillin' in the air cond...
9/6/10..I'm fighting with a bad head and chest cold now..The weather's cooled down a lot and people's getting sick..
9/16/10..I'm feeling lots better now..Still got some junk down in my chest, but much better..
1/10/11..HELLO..I'm baccc-aaack..I've missed Tribe and my friends and can't wait to find out how they're doing, what their up to and how they've been..I see I have pages of messages and tons of mail..So, if you've dropped me a message I will be getting back to you within the next few days (Right..That went well..It is now 05/08/11 and still haven't gotten to them all..I've got a lot to do and have to roll up my sleeves, get down on my knees (Just checking if you are still reading) and get to work..
1/17/11..Guaranteed..Um mmm enjoy..Fri.,
03/18/2011..OMG it's 75 beautiful degrees..A heat wave y'all.. Sat.,
07/02/2011 - Friends, I'll be out of town for a few days..So, I'll see y'all when I get back..Don't do anything that I wouldn't do..Have Fun and Take Care..
Sat., July 9, 2011..OK friends I'm back..I had such a great time, WOW..Getting back home was like eating stale crackers..
Fri., Sept. 9, 2011..Um mmm I'm eating Ben and Jerry's new Schweddy Balls flavored Ice Cream..Um-mmm, Vanilla Ice Cream with a Hint of Rum (which I love) and Loaded with Fudge Covered Rum and Malt Balls (that I love)..Sooo goood..
05/08/2012: The weathers been great for outdoor 'activities'..
07/14/2012: The weather is so much better than the week before..
We had a weird ass storm that came through VA that we've never had before..80 mph winds, lightening but no thundering..I was in the yard..A tank top and shorts on..We have huge Pine trees mostly all the way around the house..I got in the yard to dodge a failing tree, should I had too..
I was looking for a tornado..I could here trees breaking, crushing and slamming the ground in the woods N. of me..It sounded like a freight train going through the woods the whole time..This storm is the same as a tornado, but they don't call it a tornado because it only occurs every 4 years or so..and usually in the Midwest..As strange as the earthquake we had a few years back..I've been in earthquakes in L.A. and VA..Va's is more scary..Simply for the fact we don't get earthquakes in VA..It was a shock..I knew what it was when my chair started moving, shacking..I'm on so much medication now, that I jumped from me chair and wondered was it me, or the chair actually moving..Then I saw the water in Hairy's water bowl slouching around..Here I go again, outside..They say stay inside..But no thanks, I'd rather dodge the falling trees..
This storm broke or uprooted tons of trees..The electric was off for 5 days and nights..Temperatures in the 90's and 100's everyday..Not enough breeze to blow a leaf on a tree..It came through Indiana, Ohio, West VA, and VA..Covered hundreds of miles across..What an experience..
We made it through, no trees on the house or cars..The only thing though, I got pneumonia, but am about over it..Have FUN and take care..
2/14/2013..I had such a great day yesterday with Mom, and PatWick..What a blast..I LOVE those two..What a pair..Talked,
watched TV, movies and ate..
I was to sore to get up this morning from laughing..Finally up at 10 AM..PatWick telling me it was Friday.."To late to go shopping", he said.."Get up and out..Get it done..Be back home..Don't like the DARK"..
Gets confused and thinks of the Dark One at times..Bad mistake..But he has his own mind to make..
As for Satanism..If Your invitation to me to join your Personal Network has been denied it is mainly for one reason..Your profile is full of Hail Satan and such crap I'm not interested..As they say..We can only serve one Master and mine sure is not The Evil One..
8/5/2013..Just reminiscing about way wayyy back in time..When I was growing up, in the 70's, sex was a guaranteed pleasure and that was never to be resisted..
I smoked, I drank, did drugs and seized the day..I also read, wrote and sifted through life..It was a wild time when Nice Boys Didn't, and then, us other Boys That Did..
I was a young and naive boy swept off my feet..I left with the county fair at 16..I was not a virgin nor was I a stranger to "older" (over-twenty y.o.) Men..
Much later in years there wasn't any hiding places..Nightclubs, bars, well known hangouts, Sunday brunches and parties with friends..
Lovers appeared to have been as possessive as I was jealous.
They could be called greedy..They could be a little mad, a little lunatic, a Dr. Jekyll sober, a Mr. Hyde drunk..And indeed I feared that I was a boring sober by implication, less boring drunk..
Perhaps drink was an escape..More likely it was the entry to a more agreeable and magical personality..In drink - while you are strong enough to take it - there can be the oriental experience of a continuous present.."I love you forever" means 'that moment' is forever and the love will always exist in that seemingly profound sense..Never mind the more linear chronology.."You are the one I have to live for" means just that, 'at precisely that moment', desperately..Some would say it was "unfair" on me but I knew about their wives, children or lovers..I knew their vows to them; "I'll never leave you"..I would be heartbroken when they left, but at that age I was heartbroken a lot..What is interesting is the intensity and sincerity which I put in it..I took far far more public risks than I need have done..Said far more than expected..Acted, appeared, "was" in love..It was not so much a "need to be loved" with me (though who has not got that to some degree?) it was a huge appetite for love, for the loving; I was in love with love itself..Later in my life I thought about drunk times, sober times, about how I had loved all sorts of men - old, young, fat, smooth, hairy, lovely, ugly, all creeds, colors, ages and types - and I loved to make love to all of them..
My interest was in taking risks with life, exploring the limits of my personality in the street, bars, in bed or on this stage called life..
For I guess a multitude of reasons, I was hammering myself and hammering my way through life like some Celtic Demon..Daring myself to do my best and my most and life to do its damnedest..My life was way beyond that was acceptable as any "norm"..My own man, I went my own way..It suited me to live several different lives..
My private behavior was beginning not to be that altogether unusual..The ancient world dominated by Doris Day values were breaking up..Divorce rates rocketed, the ideal of sanitized suburban stability began to seem limited, respect for authority plummeted..The idea of the men or women who went their own way rumbled in the near distance..In that sense, my lust, my apparent mission to screw the world and all that moved thereon, and to do it for what to me were good and sufficient reasons, chimed in perfectly with the era..I came out of the closets of the 60's fully primed for the new decade..
In 1970 at my Moms I had sat on the commode, and what sounded like diarrhea, actually turned out to be blood..At 17 I had surgery for polyps..There has never been such a pain in the ass..By the fall of '70 I was about healed..Enough that I knew I had to get out..Had to move on..Where?.Anywhere..Somewhere new and exciting..Just turning 18 I went to Washington D.C...There I met my first husband, and my first marriage..No it wasn't legal..But we lived together as a couple, so I considered him my husband..I KNEW it was too soon after surgery for anal sex..But what's an in-heat, horny twink suppose to do..
I got a job as bus boy at a waterfront restaurant..Than after a month I went to work at another waterfront restaurant where I played waiter..Fantastically unheard of huge tips..My husband worked for a court reporter Co...He had a two story house..We lived on 8th St. N.W...Oh yes, for anyone familiar with D.C...8th St. N.W. during the riots of the 70's..NO Fear-we had bars on all the down stair windows and doors..No one was after people anyway - only the government vehicles..City buses, maintenance vehicles, police cars - burnt..I would sit in an upstairs window and watch the excitement below on the street..Black men against the police..The men cops seemed to be kind of tame..But the women cops were aggressive..They would knock a man in the head with their blackjacks and then they'd throw them in the back of a paddy wagon..No T.V. during that time..
My husband had rooms rented to a houseful of drag queens..My weekends where spent working the restaurant lunch and doing their makeup for the drag shows..Then call cabs and off to the bar for the show..
Oh life was good..But nature seems to have a way to make something happen if things seem to be going to good..I was so close to my Mom..We had been through a lot..She was always there anytime I needed her, and I was there for her..I called her one evening..Soon after she came home from the hospital with surgery..She told me that she hadn't had anything to eat since she had gotten out of hospital..My brother and his wife were freeloading off her living there for nothing, eating her food and eating out, but couldn't see she got something to eat..
I left for the three hour drive back to central VA and fixed her something to eat..Then for a week or so I went back every morning after taking my husband to work and fixed her food and extra for the evening, then back to D.C. in time to pick up husband from work..She got strength to get back on her feet and fix her meals again..
Wouldn't be long and I'd be needing her again because of my health problem..
After a year of continuous anal sex, starting back before I had completely healed from the surgery, I was in bad trouble with my colon again..I went to a Doc in D.C...He put the long hard plastic part of a vacuum cleaner up my ass..Damn these Dr's. were even more barbaric than I'd ever been..I decided to go back to VA for surgery..Second surgery turned out to be way better than the first..The dumb Dr. told my Mom that as long as I kept having sex the way I was, that I'd always have a problem with it..He told me, "NO MORE anal sex for a year..OMG..
I couldn't let my husband do without all that time..So back to VA I went..Had surgery and stayed with Mom till I was better..My song at that time was, "We sang in the sunshine..You know we laughed everyday..And, we sang in the sunshine..Then I was on my way..I stayed with you for one year"..Broken hearted again..
I got a job driving a taxi..Easy, no heavy lifting, out and about..Rented a trailer and waited for the year to pass..With the help of friends, especially my closest and best friend, a black woman that seemed to know me better than I did myself..And with the rest rooms, parks, outdoors, and glory holes I got through the year..
Then I knew that I had to get out..Had to move on..Where?.Anywhere..Somewhere new and exciting..That was '71 and 1972 was fast approaching..
8/8/'13..Well I'm finally settled in in Ohio now..Thanks to my friend PatWick..OMG could never had done it without him..He is more help than anyone could ever imagine..Thank you so much PatWick..
When in relationships with men I found myself with different roles that they were bent on finding in one lover..I had to play wife, mother, son, brother, slut, whore, paragon, debating partner, pupil, lover, quick fling, nurse, avenger and equal; and I was prepared to do it..
8/25/2013..If only I had a second chance..
I would further my education..
I would become a computer wiz..
I would learn a second language..
I would build a larger vocabulary..
I would have more balance in my life..
I would read more..
I would work on my public-speaking skills..