A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Homme Cherchant Homme
Informations de base
Je sais parler
Anglais, Espagnol
Je me décrirais comme
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.
Signe
Capricorne
Apparence & situation
Ma silhouette est
Normale
Ma taille est
5' 8 (1.73 m)
Mes yeux sont
Marrons
Mon origine ethnique est
Caucasienne, Européenne, Hispanique/Latine
Ma situation maritale est
Veuf/Veuve
J'ai des enfants
Non
Je veux des enfants
Non
Ce que j'ai de mieux
Jambes
Art Corporel
Même pas envisageable
Mes cheveux sont
Poivres et sel
J'en ai 1 ou plus
Chien
Prêt(e) à vivre ailleurs
Oui
Statut
Mon niveau d'éducation est
Diplôme d'études supérieures
Ma situation professionnelle actuelle est
Retraité/e
Mon domaine de compétence est
Art / Musique / Littérature
Mon titre de fonction est
U. PROF. & RN
J'ai gagné cette année
Plus de 150,000 €
Je vis
Seul/e
Chez moi
Le silence règne
Je fume
Oui - mais pas du tabac
Je bois de l'alcool
Non
Personnalité
Au lycée, j'étais un/e
Clown de la classe
Socialement, je suis plutôt
Observateur, Sympa, Comique, Séducteur, Ouvert
Mes passions et loisirs sont
Dîner , Lecture, Art & artisanat, Apprendre, Musique, Films, Internet, Jeux, Danse, Théâtre, Voyages
Un bon moment pour moi c'est
Sortir avec des amis, Faire de nouvelles expériences, Regarder un bon film, Dormir, Lire, Aller au musée
Un premier rendez-vous idéal, ce serait
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
J'ai toujours voulu essayer
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.
Mes amis me décrivent comme
La personne qu'ils aimeraient être
Points de vue sur la vie
Ma religion c'est
Athée
Je vais à la messe
Jamais
Mon but dans la vie c'est
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.
Mon sens de l'humour est plutôt
Vicelard, Intelligent, Sarcastique, Obscur/e, Coquin/e, Sadique
Goûts
A la télévision, je regarde
Je n'aime pas la télévision
Quand je vais au cinéma, je regarde toujours
Romantiques, Drames, Adultes
Quand j'écoute de la musique, ce que je préfère c'est
Classique, Blues, Jazz, Musique ambientale, Folk
Quand je lis, ce que je préfère c'est
Autobiographies, Biographies, Littérature classique, Santé, Histoire, Maison & jardin, Programmes instructifs, Philosophie, Œuvres de référence, Poésie, Romantiques, Erotique
Mon idée du fun
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Recherchant un/e
Que trouvez-vous attirant?
Bon sens, Séduction, Etrangeté, Audace, Sensibilité, Empathie, Talents, Délicatesse, Intelligence, Passivité
Que recherchez-vous?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Quel type de relation recherchez-vous?
Vrai‧e ami‧e, Rendez-vous, Relation intime, Engagement