A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Uomo Cerca un/una Uomo
Informazioni di base
Parlo
Inglese, Spagnolo
Mi descriverei come
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.
Segno zodiacale
Capricorno
Apparenza
La mia corporatura è
Nella media
La mia altezza è
5' 8 (1.73 m)
I miei occhi sono
Marroni
La mia etnia è
Caucasico, Europeo, Ispano/ Latino
Il mio stato civile è
Vedovo
Ho Figli
No
Voglio figli
No
Le mie caratteristiche migliori sono
Gambe
Body Art
Non ci penserei mai
I Miei capelli sono
Sale e pepe
Ho una o più di queste
Cani
Volontà di trasferimento
Sì
Stato
Il mio livello di istruzione è
Laurea
La mia situazione lavorativa è
In Pensione
La mia specializzazione è
Arte/ Musica / Letteratura
La mia professione è
U. PROF. & RN
Questo è quanto guadagno in un anno
Più di €150,000Euro
Vivo
Da solo
A casa
Non c'è rumore
Fumo
Sì - Ma non tabacco
Bevo
No
Personalità
Tornando alle Superiori, Ero
Pagliaccio
Il mio comportamento sociale è
Osservatore, Amichevole, Comico, da flirtare, Estroverso
I miei interessi e Hobby sono
Cene, Letture, Arti & Mestieri, Istruzione , Musica, Fim, Internet, Giochi, Ballo, Teatro, Viaggi
Tempo speso bene secondo me:
Uscire con gli amici, Provare cose nuove, I Film, Dormire, Leggere un libro, Andare a un museo
Un primo appuntamento ideale è
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Ho sempre voluto provare
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.
I miei amici mi descrivono come
Fonte d'ispirazione
Punti di Vista
La mia religione è
Ateo
Partecipo alle Funzioni
Mai
I mie obiettivi nella vita sono
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.
Il mio umorismo è di tipo
Campeggio, Saggio, Sarcastico, Oscuro, Volgare, Sadico
Gusti
In televisione guardo sempre
Non mi piace la Tv
Quando vado al cinema vado sempre a vedere
Romantici, Drammatici, Adulto
Quando ascolto musica ascolto sempre
Classica, Blues, Jazz, Ambient, Folk
Quando leggo, leggo sempre
Auto biografie, Biografie, Classici, Salute, Storia, Casa & Giardino, Istruttivi, Filosofia, Consultazione, Poesia, Romantici, Erotici
La mia idea di divertimento è
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
In cerca di
Cosa trovi attraente?
Acume, Civetteria, Bizzarrie, Audacia, Sensibilità, Empatia, Abilità, Profondità, Intelligenza, Docilità
Cosa cerchi?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Che tipo di relazione stai cercando?
Amici , Incontri, Intimi, Impegnati