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I love this water color.
Posted:Jun 21, 2018 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2018 5:14 pm
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This artist has a grasp of water color that is uncommon. I hope you enjoy this as I did.
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Lets flesh out the full man.
Posted:Jun 18, 2018 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 2:51 am
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When it comes to making a connection with a friend it's the direct approach I most align with. I need your approval. Then I'll go directly to the core of need and what can satisfy. Just nod your head. Open up to the possibility of the common desires.
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Endowment
Posted:Jun 17, 2018 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2021 4:39 pm
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I think I almost choked out loud, FUCK when I saw this picture.
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Let's make this community vital and fun.
Posted:Jun 12, 2018 1:26 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2018 6:15 pm
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I think after all of the years of being on OP I need to say something that will be enriching. I want to admonish each and every one of you to also spend some time on chat. Check in on chat in your local area, every so often. I would love to have the opportunity to say hi and to hear from you. I want to THANK all of you for reading my BLOG and that have connected in so many ways. I hope to see you on OP Chat.
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It's a knowing.
Posted:Jun 12, 2018 10:11 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 2:51 am
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This speaks for itself... made me hard.
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Breakfast of Champions.
Posted:Jun 11, 2018 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2021 9:48 am
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This seems to reason... although how often do you still have a hard cock by the time you get to the breakfast table.
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Tennis.
Posted:Jun 10, 2018 4:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2018 1:39 am
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Me yelling over my shoulder: I'm on the phone

What's that again?

Oh, the times have changed.

No. We didn't play tennis dressed like that.

I may have been on the team then too.
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A day a way.
Posted:Jun 2, 2018 11:13 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 2:51 am
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After spending the morning on some errands and a meeting, that I was anxious about all week, I rewarded myself with a jaunt to Laguna Beach, since I was almost there anyway. It was a bright and sunny day that if I were dressed more casually I would have taken a walk at the beach as well. I hadn’t set foot on those beaches in years. I certainly would have enjoyed some the tight bronzed bodies cavorting on the sand playing volleyball or crotch watching for cock sign. Laguna has it’s art festival coming up pretty soon which I traditionally visit but other than that I just don’t make it out that far south. One would think that considering the scenery I would make a more concerted effort.

I have visited Laguna every year since I first learned to drive in high school. That was when i first enjoyed the Bohemian like style of the Sawdust Festival. There I encountered a very memorable young man that fitted me for a draw string pants. I had aspirations to be a hippy. It was joyous to have him inquire about measuring my inseam. I swooned I am sure most embarrassingly. Even though his smooth warm hands didn’t broach my privates even with an agreement.

Today I had in mind the need to convene with my people, gay folk. Hoping above hope that I would make new friends. I don’t know anyone that lives out that way but Laguna has had a gay community in the south reaches of the art Mecca for decades. I hoped maybe I would rub shoulders with some guys my age, while sharing maybe in some titillating exchange. Who knows what I could find. There are rainbow banners and a hotel that was once extolled as a place that gays hung out but where my people are this day and time of day I had no clue. I almost drove into Dana Point but then I turned back to find a parking space on Pacific Coast Highway. I realized that I just must be myself, go on with who I am, the new friend and I will bump into one another here or in my own town.

Years ago I did in fact bump into a fine man, from out of town, at a bookstore, that no longer exists. At the time I was married and didn’t indulge in my birth nature. The little woman stirred me away from the discourse I was having about the validity of Martha Stewart. The out of towner flushed that he should have mistakenly, but rightfully, in the closet, entertained a connection with a breeder.

Today, I didn’t know where I would start my tour but aside from that I certainly wanted to indulge my humanity, learn something about, and enjoy some art and I needed to get what would now be a late lunch.

As it happened, one of the first store fronts I ventured into I thought was a gallery. It was explained to me that I invited myself into the office of a collector, representative, and dealer of fine art. I didn’t expect to encounter such a willingly talkative patron of the arts. Mark had works by some very notable names which included, Andrew Wyeth, Alexander Caulder, Wyland, Peter Max, Steve Metzger and Richard Mac Donald. Mark teaches a series of art classes on TV. He lamented a sorrow that Fine Art was not a thing a person buys today. He has pursued art for four decades. He has quite a collection. I watched a riveting video of Mark interviewing one of his artists, Rolland Berry. He explained the technical aspect of the work utilizing serigraphy. I was enthralled for over an hour. I had to be careful I had only 3 hours on the parking meter.

Mark spoke to me about his need to enhance his sales operation to include increasing amounts of technology where the computer plays a central roll in more than just marketing. I was so lucky to have him lead me through much of his collection as we talked about a bit of every area of his world. He was feeling his way inquiring about my interest in buying art. I certainly would like an art budget much larger than I have but I clearly conveyed my love and appreciation of art, and the labor and passion of the artist. I did allow him my contact information at last for him to send me an invitation to one of his gallery showings. We firmly shook hands as I left. I felt well rewarded by the generous time he gave me which clarified and assuaged my need for an emersion in fine art.

Afterward I walked another 3 or more blocks for lunch at a lovely restaurant where I had an all too costly lunch. Although, it was an incredible day outside I chose to dine inside away from the crowded patio where yellow umbrellas covered the entire domain of occupied wood chairs and linen table cloths. The patio was defined by shrubs and the elevated terrace was a good 5’ above the street. Inside the decor was warm and earthy with it’s stained beams and timber details with a seemly floating illuminated collection of unique lighting. As a former furniture man I appreciated the rich, though a little worn, upholstered dinning chairs. The color and texture were thoughtful as were most details of the intimate dining room where I found a cozy corner table by the window.

I didn’t labor over the menu. I had a salad of baby greens, strawberries, cheese and candied pecans. It was light and good. I was hungry by now. It was 3:00. I received a single herbed and cheesy bun with butter while I waited. I hadn’t had breakfast so I was famished and reminded myself to pace myself, making an effort to put down my fork and knife after each bite. I had also ordered an appetizer of what looked like small tacos filled with sated greens, cheese and a disappointing green sauce. I ordered a Dutch beer that was overly flavored but refreshing. I finished with a cup of coffee and a Bananas Foster Bread Pudding that lost it’s name sake flavors,. However, I ate half of the still quite tasty dessert.

That was the day. I left Laguna without even a paramour at 4:00. The crazy thing about being in Laguna Beach yesterday was , that the start of the Laguna Beach Pride started that very day. It had been 10 years since that last one. I found out that as I headed for my truck. Can you believe that? Pride was kicking off as I left, at the Main Street bar. Well I’m not a party animal and needed to find another parking space any way if I had stayed. After I got home I looked up the venue. I was at Sapphire Laguna, I was parked just blocks from the event. The stars where not aligned for me. I missed the man fest.

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The essence of man to man connection.
Posted:May 30, 2018 9:04 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2020 10:22 pm
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I have a few great friends that allow me some latitude with our friendship. A thoughtful and reciprocal groping is, I think, what connects us on a truly human sexual level. I suppose this concept is kind of unique. Men aren't taught to behave in sexual ways with each other, ways that intend to give delight to their same sex friends. Sexuality in the USA, at least, is often held in a kind of locked, seldom permeable box. Casual sexual interaction between men may be masked in some jocular fashion. The action may be a snatching of touch that titillates the initiator but if executed thoughtful certainly can bring a closeness and stimulation to both. The normal contact is fleeting and unsustained and on the surface is innocent and unplanned.

A more extreme pursuit of man to man affection, like this, offers a direct and entirely singular expression of intensity that a man to woman activity can not be easily matched.

Tell what you think about this idea.
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Older men
Posted:May 28, 2018 10:00 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2018 7:54 pm
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I walk my or shall I say my walks me every morning. When I meet up with someone on our route I will greet them… By doing this I think it makes me feel more up beat and engaged. I think the community, that I live in, needs more of this kind of thing.

We were a bit late for our walk today because we had a guest and I made breakfast before we walked.

Today, a friendly guy I have talked to many times, greg, was washing a car. I purposely crossed the street to say hello. He is retired, like I am and we have things in common. Our work and our approach to life are similar. I guess we are comfortable enough to talk. He had a car paint squeegee, something I hadn’t seen before. He didn’t offer it to me to inspect so I reached out and stroked the soft blade. Then he continued working as he greeted me. For a moment I felt like he wasn’t interest in conversation. I asked him where his was and other small talk. The small seems to be always outside with him when we meet. The is his daughters actually. He implied that she was home. The conversation was light and he mentioned, as he has before that, his wife, for her business, is gone for 2-3 days at a time. As the conversation continued Greg seemed to be walking me away from the drive way, away from the from the front of the house. Away from the view from the house. I thought maybe he’s is walking me further down the street to see me on my way… When we meet I noticed he will often touch me. I don’t feel uncomfortable that he does. I like the guy. He may Grab my shoulder, pat my breast, simple gestures to emphasize his point. We reached the short fence of his property where he sat down and continued his message as I sat down on the block beside, as well, while my complained that he wanted to go. Greg gestured with a quick grab of my arm again.

“He wants his walk”, said Greg.

The topic continued. Greg expressed a point while using the squeegee to draw circles on my knee. I thought that is a bit familiar. We talked a bit more. Greg seemed to focus more directly on me now as he twisted bit more toward me with a bit more animation while he again used the squeegee to draw on my leg further above the knee.

I let him finish his thought and then stood up. At that point I thought that if this conversation continues with another squeegee on my leg it will certainly give me a bone. In fact as I walked down the block and thought about him I did get a rise. He is a good looking guy about my size. I have had similar meetings. I wonder if I should be less passive and ask him or comment on his physicality. All the way home I wondered what his intentions are. Is it a subtle invitation or is he unconsciously making this overture. Maybe I’m just thick. What does a couple of older men, friends, do to find what we need.
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