A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Homem Procurando um Homem
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Eu Sei Falar
Inglês, Espanhol
Me Descreveria 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
Capricórnio
Aparência & Situação
Meu Tipo de Corpo:
Mediano
Minha Altura:
1.73 m
Cor dos Olhos:
Marrons
Minha Etnia:
Caucasiana, Europeia, Hispânica / Latina
Minha Situação Conjugal:
Viúvo
Com Filhos?
Não
Quer Ter Filhos?
Não
Minha Melhor Característica:
Pernas
Arte no Corpo
Eu Nem Poderia Pensar Nisto
Cor de Cabelo:
Grisalho
Animais Que Possuo:
Cachorro
Disposto/a a Mudar de Morada?
Sim
Status
Nível Educacional
Diploma Universitário
Ocupação
Aposentado
Especialização
Arte / Música / Literatura
Meu Título de Trabalho É
U. PROF. & RN
Eu Faço Isto Em Um Ano
Mais Que $150,000USD
Eu Moro
Sozinho
Em Casa
Não há Barulho
Eu Fumo
Sim - Mas Não Tabaco
Eu Bebo
Não
Personalidade
No Colegial, Eu Era Um
Palhaço da Sala
Meu Comportamento Social É
Observador, Amigável, Cômico/a, Flertador(a)/Engatatão; Engatatona, Extrovertido/a
Meus Interesses e Atividades São
Jantar, Ler, Artes & Artesanato, Aprender, Música, Filmes, Internet, Jogos, Dançando, Teatro, Viajar
Minha Ideia De Um Momento Ideal É
Sair Com Os Amigos, Experimentar Novas Coisas, Cinema, Dormi, Ler Um Livro, Ir A Um Museu
Um Primeiro Encontro Ideal Seria
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Eu Sempre Quis Tentar
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.
Meus Amigos Me Descrevem Como Sendo
Alguém Com Quem as Outras Pessoas Queiram Estar
Vistas
Minha Religião É
Ateísta
Frequento Serviços
Nunca
Meu Objetivo na Vida É
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.
Meu Tipo de Humor É
Afetado/a, Inteligente, Seco / Sarcástico, Obscuro/a, Obsceno/a, Sadista
Gosto
Na TV, Eu Sempre Assisto
Não Tenho Uma TV
Quando Eu Vou Ao Cinema, Eu Sempre Vou Para Ver Um
Romance, Drama, Adulto
Quando Eu Ouço Música, Eu Sempre Ouço
Clássica, Blues, Jazz, Ambiente, Popular
Quando Eu Leio, Eu Sempre Leio
Autobiografia, Biografia, Clássicos, Saúde, História, Casa & Jardim, Educativo, Filosofia, Referência, Poesia, Romance, Erótica
Para mim, Diversão É
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
À procura de
O Que Você Acha Atraente?
Espirituoso/a, Marotice, Esquisitices, Ousadia, Sensibilidade, Empatia, Grandes Habilidades, Consideração Pelos Outros, Inteligência, Passividade
O Que Você Procura?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Que Tipo de Relacionamento Você Procura?
Amigo, Encontro, Íntimo, Comprometido/a