Intune
Okay, last post for the night. I have to get up early and fix an under-building water leak. I'll be back to dance in the flames late tomorrow.
What about classes to LOVE each other?
Love is developed through a good relationship, not through taking a class. If that were so, I would be beating that drum for all I am worth.
Your previous post is sooo stereotypical that it made me laugh. Gays will give it up in a heartbeat?
Perhaps a bit of background is in order.
I grew up in So. Cal. in the heart of the Homosexual community, Hollywood. When I was in my mid-teens I used to hitchhike everywhere I went. I have been picked up and propositioned on literally hundreds -- and I do mean hundreds -- of occasions. I have been approached while walking on the street, in bars, in restaurants, etc. If I wanted to participate in these activities, there was no end of opportunities to do so.
Was I curious about such things? Of course. Any man who says he has never been curious is a liar. The heart and soul of our very sexuality, the prostate, is up our rectum.
I was taken by a Chicken Hawk, against my will, to Southeast Los Angeles one night. It was a bit tough to bail out of a car traveling 65MPH on the Harbor Freeway. He insisted that I go to his house because he wanted to "get something". The something, of course, was me.
When we arrived, he wanted me to come upstairs and offered me $20 if I would allow him to fellate me. I told him that I hadn't yet had a woman and I didn't want my first experience to be with a man. I also told him that he was frightening me and I wanted to go home. He then started the car and took me home. Whew!
Another time I was propositioned on the Golden State Freeway in a "put out or get out" scenario. I got out ... in the center divider ... and had to cross five lanes of 70MPH traffic to get off.
I have hung around and associated with homosexuals for many years. I find them to be good natured, talented, funny as Hell, and just plain nice. I have never been interested in them sexually, though.
I still carry a picture of Gene Moore, who performed at the Gay Cabarets in Orange County under the name Jean St. James. He performed in drag and was quite good. When he was a man he was quite handsome. When he was a woman, he was beautiful.
My wife and I would go to the club where he performed and I had no problem whatsoever taking to the dance floor with him. After all, he was a woman then. We liked the Gay clubs because they have the best dance floor, the best music, the best lighting, and the best sound systems. Try it some time, you'll really like it. You will just have to get past the dance floor being populated with nothing but guys; but don't worry, it'll pass.
Gene was promiscuous and flaunted it. He could go from casual to flaming depending on who he was with or where. Funny and capricious, Gene was a gem. He would tell us of his exploits and I still find myself using one of his favorite one liners "How Rude!"
Gene contracted AIDS and passed away. He is the only person I personally know who has died of the disease.
Gene was in the Marines and is buried at the Veteran's Cemetery in San Bernardino, CA. We miss him a lot.
So I have hung around with promiscuous people, I have been propositioned by promiscuous people, I have hung around at the clubs and watched the action. Been there, done that, really, truly, literally.
I know what I am talking about.
I knew girls like that too. So what. Would you not want your son or daughter to marry for love?
My daughter married for love, my son is still waiting for the right woman to come around. They followed their parent's lead. We've been married for 33 years, together 34.
