A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Hombre Buscando Hombre
Información Básica
Puedo hablar
Inglés, Español
Me describiría a mi mismo como
What Tenn Thought of My Bedroom.......MY age: 72.
On a foggy eve in the fall of '80, I caught a glimpse of Tennessee Wms. under-reaching for a bottle of gin off a shelf at a liquor store on Geary Blvd. Dressed in the habiliment of a 19th-century Greek mariner (curly-hair wig and all), I was rapidly trotting to a disco on Polk St. Sans much consideration, I went to him, and handed him the bottle. "No need to thank the kindness of this stranger", or something else of that corny ilk I uttered to him. He was taken aback timidly by my "high" countenance & out-of-place costume. We sallied while he shopped and paid for snacks. I asked if I could walk with him to his destination, Colony Hotel. Upon reaching the foyer, he asked if I would visit with him. Lying to him, I stated that I was on my way home to feed "Mugger", my golden retriever. When Ten Ten and I entered my cottage, I showed him to a seetee and later handed him a highball glass with ice. He inquired where the spiral staircase led to; I responded, "to the ballroom." "Ballroom? May I see it?" I toured him into my inordinately decorated bedroom, alight with five honey wax candles in glass and wooden lanterns that cast arabesque silhouettes against the carroty bamboo ceiling. The ersatz tapestries (thumb-nailed quilts) quivered in the cross-breezes as we heard Muddy Waters' blues emanating from a neighboring cafe. He raised his eyes to look upon an embalmed Sicilian owl and Caucasian mouse perched on a rosemary branch above my German-made bed. Tenn was further roused by the scent of blooming orchids I cultivated on a portable fountain on the deck overlooking the steeples of twin churches. He seemed nostalgically transported; closing his eyes and dilating his nares, he came closer to me and said he felt akin to being in the presence of the Moon Lake Casino. He asked to lie serenely next to me and experience pillow talk between us. No longer am I this quixotic lad, neither are you a gallant poet. Nevertheless, I pine to be visited by a very mature "man of letters"; a gent steeped in sublime sensuousness with whom I can explore The Arts, intimate conversation,voyeurism, and perhaps physical expression. Tennessee gave me hours of delight. The other side of joy is that it is too frequently followed by crawling periods of grief, over what is lost.
On a foggy eve in the fall of '80, I caught a glimpse of Tennessee Wms. under-reaching for a bottle of gin off a shelf at a liquor store on Geary Blvd. Dressed in the habiliment of a 19th-century Greek mariner (curly-hair wig and all), I was rapidly trotting to a disco on Polk St. Sans much consideration, I went to him, and handed him the bottle. "No need to thank the kindness of this stranger", or something else of that corny ilk I uttered to him. He was taken aback timidly by my "high" countenance & out-of-place costume. We sallied while he shopped and paid for snacks. I asked if I could walk with him to his destination, Colony Hotel. Upon reaching the foyer, he asked if I would visit with him. Lying to him, I stated that I was on my way home to feed "Mugger", my golden retriever. When Ten Ten and I entered my cottage, I showed him to a seetee and later handed him a highball glass with ice. He inquired where the spiral staircase led to; I responded, "to the ballroom." "Ballroom? May I see it?" I toured him into my inordinately decorated bedroom, alight with five honey wax candles in glass and wooden lanterns that cast arabesque silhouettes against the carroty bamboo ceiling. The ersatz tapestries (thumb-nailed quilts) quivered in the cross-breezes as we heard Muddy Waters' blues emanating from a neighboring cafe. He raised his eyes to look upon an embalmed Sicilian owl and Caucasian mouse perched on a rosemary branch above my German-made bed. Tenn was further roused by the scent of blooming orchids I cultivated on a portable fountain on the deck overlooking the steeples of twin churches. He seemed nostalgically transported; closing his eyes and dilating his nares, he came closer to me and said he felt akin to being in the presence of the Moon Lake Casino. He asked to lie serenely next to me and experience pillow talk between us. No longer am I this quixotic lad, neither are you a gallant poet. Nevertheless, I pine to be visited by a very mature "man of letters"; a gent steeped in sublime sensuousness with whom I can explore The Arts, intimate conversation,voyeurism, and perhaps physical expression. Tennessee gave me hours of delight. The other side of joy is that it is too frequently followed by crawling periods of grief, over what is lost.
Signo
Capricornio
Apariencia y Situación
Mi tipo de cuerpo es
Normal
Mi altura es
5' 8 (1.73 m)
Mis ojos son
Marrones
Mi raza es
Caucásico, Europeo, Hispano / Latino
Mi situación marital es
Viudo
Tengo hijos
No
Quiero tener hijos
No
Mi Mejor característica es
Piernas
Piercings, tatuajes…
Ni me lo pensaría
Mi pelo es
Sal y Pimienta
Tengo uno o más de estos
Perro
Me iría a vivir a otro lugar
Si
Estatus
Mi nivel de estudios / educación es
Diploma Universitario
Mi situación laboral actual es
Retirado
Mi especialidad es
Arte / Música / Literatura
Mi trabajo es como
U. PROF. & RN
Mi salario anual es de
Más de $150,000USD
Vivo en
Solo/a
En casa
No es ruidoso
Soy Fumador
Si - Pero no tabaco
Soy Bebedor
No
Personalidad
En el instituto, era
El Cómico de la clase
Socialmente, me describiría como
Observador, Amistoso, Cómico, Coqueto/a, Extrovertido/a
Mis aficiones e intereses son
Cenar, Leer, Artes y Manualidades, Aprender, Música, Películas, Internet, Juegos, Bailar, Teatro, Viajar
Mi idea de un rato estupendo es
Salir con amigos, Probar cosas nuevas, Películas, Dormir, Leer un Libro, Ir a un Museo
Mi primera cita ideal sería
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Siempre he querido probar
EVERYTHING SEXUAL THAT'S NOT POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS. TEACH ME TO SUCK, E. G. IF I HAD 2 CHOICES, I'D SELECT A SOAP-SMELLING, U/C PINK CORONA/RIDGE.
Mis amigos me describen como
Lo que todo el mundo quiere ser
Puntos de Vista
Mi religión es
Ateo
Voy a la iglesia
Nunca
Mi meta en la vida
FINDING LOVE W/A WHOLESOME, LIGHT-COMPLEXIONED, HIRSUTE,GENT FROM ACADEME(arts/humanities). BEST RAPPORT W/EUROPEANS & CARIBBEANS. I SWOON W/CONCUPISCENCE WHEN EYEING RED PUBES ON A FLESHY, SOAP-SMELLING CROTCH. ALTHO I'M NOT SHALLOW, I'M ATTRACTED TO AESTHETICS. THE ENNEAGRAM #5 IS THE GELID INTELLECTUAL; UNFORTUNATELY THEY OFTEN GRAVITATE TO ME---PERHAPS BC OF MY HI I. Q. HOWEVER I VIEW LIFE THRU MY HEART, NOT MY(UPPER) HEAD.
Mi sentido del humor es
Irónico/a, Inteligente, Seco / Sarcástico, Oscuro, Obsceno, Sádico/a
Gustos
En la TV, siempre veo
No me gusta la TV
Si voy al cine, siempre me gusta ver una
Romance, Drama , Adulto
Cuando escucho música, lo que más me gusta es
Clásica, Blues, Jazz, Ambiente, Folk
Cuando leo libros, lo que más me gusta es
Autobiografías, Biografías, Clásicos, Salud, Historia, Casa y Jardín, Educativos, Filosofía, Referencia, Poesía, Romance, Erótica
Mi idea de diversión es
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Estoy buscando a
¿Qué te resulta atractivo?
Ingenio, Coquetería, Rarezas, Audacia, Sensibilidad, Empatía, Grandes Habilidades, Detallista, Inteligencia, Pasividad
¿Qué estás buscando?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
¿Qué tipo de relación estás buscando?
Amigo/a , Cita, Íntimos, Comprometido