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Shaving....ugh!
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Shaving....ugh! SHAVING UGH! I wake up at 4 as usual and roll quietly from the loft. Marisol is still sleeping soundly, and she remains breathing deeply as she does when she sleeps. Almost a snore, but not really one. I start a fresh pot of coffee in the Taster's Choice brewer, and while the coffee is dripping down, take a fresh washcloth and run it under the sink then place it in the microwave for one minute. It's steaming when I remove it by holding it on an edge with my fingertips. I wave the steaming washcloth in the cool early morning air until it can be placed across my face and beard without burning me. I pour a cup of fresh brewed coffee into a large mug and add three teaspoons of Creamer, then go to my desk and turn on this computer. I plop down in the comfortable swivel desk chair and draw out the end board on the desk, tilt the chair back, and put my bare feet up on the end board. All is right with my world. Except I have to shave this morning because Marisol and I are going in two different directions. Marisol is heading for Copper Mountain to the West, and I'm going into the dinky town of Twentynine Palms to the South, to do some banking, and to buy supplies. I don't know why I hate shaving so much. I don't remember exactly when the hatred started. My body has changed a lot during the past 50 years. I'm much more masculine now than I was in my twenties. My beard now is like a wire brush, and the reason I always put a steaming hot washcloth on my face during the first few minutes of getting up in the morning. I had a baby face and smooth, sensitive skin in my twenties. My beard then, was very silky... I've never had very much body hair; When I worked in the bath house, especially after I was there for awhile and started giving the men massages, I shaved my head smooth, and made sure my face was silky smooth. I wore a small diamond earring in my left ear and I only weighed 150. I'm 6 feet 2 inches. I had a hard tight body. I was every bit the faggot the professional men in that bathhouse wanted me to be. Part of it of course was an act, but giving blowjobs to the men I liked wasn't something that turned me off. I've fucked a few men too, but I've never had one fuck me... I know, I know, you probably find this part of this post disgusting, but it's something I feel compelled to write anyway. I like and enjoy women too much to ever be completely homosexual. I've loved a couple of men many years ago in a much shallower and different way than the all-comsuming love I've felt for more than one woman. In this part of the world. In this part of our country, even back in The Day, being bisexual or completely gay, wasn't anything a man was going to be beaten up over, or even shunned in mixed company over. Heck, most of the women I knew then, and know now, have had bisexual encounters. I don't lisp or swish around, or wear women's dresses. If you saw me in real life and talked with me, you'd probably think I was in construction, or a truck driver, or some retired military man. The nonsense put on the flat screen or written about gay and bi people is from my perspective, a total bunch of crap. So.... I finally hit the shower and then shave with a blade. Crap I have five different electric razors somewhere in this house and none of them shave my face without causing my skin to itch about an hour after using the electric shavers. The best blade of all for me is the simple old cheap Bic razors for sensitive skin, that have been around for so many years, I don't even remember when they first started being sold. Yeah. for some reason, somewhere in my past, I started hating to shave. If it was available, and safe, I'd gladly go somewhere to have all the whiskers on my face lasered off, or buy some sort of cream to lather on my face to make the hair melt away. Marisol climbs down from the loft and heads for the bathroom. "I hate shaving," I tell M. as she sleepily passes me. "Okay." she says. by Stardust, Good Friday, April 22, 2011...   |
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The gay boys, who are very effeminate are a target for the more aggressive types. They don't know how, or aren't strong enough to fight back. I've always been very strong and not afraid to fight, and when I was younger I was in quite a few fights, so I was left alone even by those guys who resented me. When I worked in the bathhouse I found some of the men who at first hated me, when alone, without their friends egging them on, were completely different people. In the bathhouse we also had bouncers and Irene didn't allow any ugliness like name calling or anything of that sort to go on. No alcohol or drugs were allowed there either. I do think of my sex life as being very matter of fact, Smtgirl. No one seduced me at a young age to go down on them. I was very agile and my Grandmother called me double-jointed, I found I could do myself, and it just went on from there. Ha, now as a career. Wow. Those were the days without computers. Without them we were able to get a job, quit it, and have another job the next day. All my life I wanted to be a novelist. Everything I did was an adventure I would "someday write about." I taught for a while--adults, not children. I was a junior executive with Title Insurance and Trust Company, where I became an Escrow Officer, and studied Real Estate Law. I worked in a Church of Witchcraft. I got married young to Romyna , the pretty Mexican girl from Tampico. We bought a house in Sherman Oaks way above our income level--old story for more than just us! I was working three jobs, trying to keep things together. Of course things fell apart. A divorce. I went pretty wild, Sometimes had two women living with me at the same time. Then. The way I made a lot of money in a pretty short time fell into my lap. I went back to school, just junior college to catch up on some credits to get into UCLA. In school I met four young men who were studying film making. Everything in those days was on film... We came up with an idea of making Super 8 film clips using some of the girls in school and selling and renting the films to the bars --mostly the beer bars-- throughout the Hollywood area. My apartment was right across form Los Angeles City College, so we filmed most of the clips in my apartment. I was an actor in a few of them, but mostly I wrote the scripts--or what passed for scripts... We all shared equally in the money. Paid our taxes, and the whole thing was legal, and made a lot of cash. We cleaned up for about 2 years, and then The U.S. Supreme Court handed down its decision on pornography, Linda Lovelace and Deep Throat came out and was huge, and the mob moved in on us. We all split to save our kneecaps. I lived in a VW Van for 18 months. I had a lot of cash so I stored my belongings and just traveled around for 18 months, and had a lot of adventures. Then I bought this place. At first I was just going to fix it up and sell it for a profit, but I fell in love with the desert and the very peaceful way of life, and never looked back... Geez. Sorry I went on so long... The way my life happened is why I like this site so much. So many things happened especially during those years in the L. A. area, that I have all kinds of kinky things to write about. It's fun for me. Being bisexual and highly sexed all my life, makes it a lot of fun for me to write about all this stuff. I know there are many people reading these various blogs who've had fascinating lives. Mine is just another example of someone who's really enjoyed life and still does... Thank you for reading my posts Smtgirl. You REALLY are a very smart woman. I'm really proud that you even bother to read my crazy posts. especially after my craziness last summer when I went out of my head over Gea. (That was a really strange incident, even for me!) xxxx David
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Good day my friend. I don't know which I hate more. Shaving? Or not shaving? Hum...I'll have to ponder on that one. And it's tough being gay in the world today because of religion of the damned. But I figure, if "god" made people that way, he didn't screw it up. i remind my gay friends to not refer to it as a "life style". That implies choice. Not sure gays have a choice to be gay any more than I have a choice to be heterosexual. Go figure... Bob I prefer women, but if there aren't any attractive women around, then--well, what the heck? When I was young and right out of the Army, I chose this Southern Cal. area, to live in, partly because of the number of homosexuals living here.
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So true you sweet lovely Charmaine. Well now it's nightfall, and I'm shaved for a couple of days since no one is visiting over Easter, and we don't plan on leaving our little paradise for a few days! Sometimes I just decide to grow a full beard, but then I can't stand it, because in this hot climate with all the physical work we do, it starts itching me and I cut it off again..
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Good day my friend. I don't know which I hate more. Shaving? Or not shaving? Hum...I'll have to ponder on that one. And it's tough being gay in the world today because of religion of the damned. But I figure, if "god" made people that way, he didn't screw it up. i remind my gay friends to not refer to it as a "life style". That implies choice. Not sure gays have a choice to be gay any more than I have a choice to be heterosexual. Go figure... Bob Peace is my sister. wgf And please...the name is Bob...not clit.  watch [blog clitlick4you]
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