It may have helped that I wore my old Oregon Bears hat!

I got a nice bright, cruisy smile from the handsome young bus driver today. As I left the bus, I looked back and yep he was smiling at me!

One of my first boyfriends was Italian/French, and one of the hairiest guys I ever saw! Well-hung, too. Sigh.

It's a beauty!

So that’s why I had a spike in new followers!

Yesterday, I was standing in Fred Meyer and a hot young Hispanic guy went by me and murmured "hey, Boss" as he passed by and it felt like a come-on!

(I like bath houses is because I never figured out how approach men in public—assuming they're going to beat me up rather than pick me up!)

Think of all the pleasure lost to circumcision!

They have a strange idea about the US legal system

Two men in a room with an exposed brick wall. I’m the one on the left sitting on a stool (not visible) trying to put my leg behind my neck. The other man looks on, amused.

Madrid, 2007. Loose hips sink ships!

Anybody else counting the number of slices when cutting up a banana or is it just me?

Two of my biggest bugbears are Envy and Sloth.

I want what you have, but I don't want to have to work for it.

I think I'm greenish-yellow, but I'm really yellowish-green.

I remember reading it at ten or eleven years old (do NOT recommend) and thinking some of it was really stupid. But I was raised to question authority. It did mess me up some, anyway.

@isomeow.bsky.social happy birthday!

Two artichokes, top of illustration, FRENCH ITALIAN. The left one is a little rounder than the one on the right. Caption: Italian artichokes are rather long and slender, French types are fat and round. Not that it matters!

Not that it matters.

My husband has a big head and has to special order them. 💟

I’m sitting on a green towel. I’m naked and you can see my crotch, left hand and most of my left leg.

Three doorknobs #fcf

The Pacer app on my iPhone counts steps for me. My Apple Watch contributes to the step count. My goal is 6 000 steps/day.

Pacer thinks walked more than 12 000 steps yesterday. I don't think so!

I wear my Apple Watch on my left (dominant) hand. Apparently, jerkin' the gherkin counts as steps‽

😍

Plot your revenge!

It's good to see him again!

I'm sitting on a couch or mattress, red colors and pinks on the fabric. I'm naked and you can see from the bottom of my face to my ankles. I have a nice hard-on and my balls look big! You can see my shoulder hair, chest hair, belly hair, leg hair and hairy seventies bush. I think I'm 46 here. Just a touch of gray in my beard.

Twenty years ago. I moved to Portland OR in 2006—this was a visit before that, when I was scoping out Portland neighborhoods and meeting up with people I knew from LiveJournal. This was a nice three-way. One of my pals from LJ became a boyfriend I was with for about 2 years. Sigh. Nice memories.

Thirst-trap seasoned with self-deprecation?

This is one of my favorites of all the pictures taken of me, maybe I like the fetal position

Hawks is friendlier to me and my chubby friends. They have a dry sauna, which steam lacks. Steam feels cleaner and more antiseptic, which is important to some fellows. Hawks is also clean, but somehow dingy at the same times, which more appeals to me. I nearly always have a great time at Hawks.

Love to see you at one of Portland's bath houses. I prefer Hawks, but Steam has its fans.

#fantasy His body was Doctor-Ruth size but his dick was Doctor-J size.

To paraphrase Austen (happy birthday, Jane, btw):

"He had as many inches as will always be called ten."

Paint my belly

I feel seen. Zzzzzzzz