Tipdin

Writing details in a sexual situation is an extremely delicate task - too much or too little detail and your reader may lose interest, or the story may not flow well. What you posted seemed interesting, although, here is where my personal pet-peeve comes in. Punctuation and typos need to be corrected. Too many mistakes and I, for one, will get so distracted by the mistakes that I no longer enjoy the reading. (That's why we treat our editors like royalty!) The bits you posted whetted my curiosity; however, please ask an editor to double check punctuation and word spacing. You tendto, throw in unnecessary punctuation: and groupwords together that shouldnot be. A good tease though - now we're all waiting for the rest!

Oh gosh guys, this is a no brainer for me. I come from a huge family of French and Italian folks - we kissed each other on the mouth all the time. It would be weird NOT to. I kiss my male and female friends quite often when I see them - straight and gay. I never thought anything of it.

I've always been like a cat in heat. ALL of my friends know that part of being my friend is accepting the fact that I will touch them, and snuggle with them every chance I get. I am known for being exceedingly demonstrative.

I went to a party - that I set up - and nobody knew who the old geezer was with the white hair.

Anyone remember Soupy Sales? Or Kuckla, Fran, and Olie? Sheri Lewis? How about Car 54 Where Are You? I remember a silly new TV show that came on called The Addams Family. Or when Matlock was a young father named Andy Griffith with an 8 or 9 year old boy named Opie. I also remember when TV shows went from black and white to color - The Beverly Hillbillies, Bewitched, Gun Smoke... One of the VERY best shows in the sixties was Laugh-In. And one cannot forget Carol Burnet eventually going from the Gary Moore show to her own show, and changing history! Anybody remember The Mod Squad? I was SO in love with Pete! Which reminds me, I had to rush home from school in those days to see Quentin Collins in Dark Shadow too! And then wait for the hour of drooling over Danno, on the original Hawaii 5-0. Or the cute guys in The Time Tunnel...? And remember when Sally field was an 18 year old Flying Nun? But I miss Mr. Ed. I even remember when Patty Duke had her own show, she must have been all of 16...! But best of all was on Saturdays when they would show TWO, yes, two, back-to-back movies with Tarzan; that nearly naked guy and Boy, even though Boy was a little young for me, he was sure cute! Had to watch those loin clothes - sometimes they revealed more than they were supposed to!

Yes, I am often moved by my own work. I have such a terrible memory that I will read something that I wrote months earlier and, not remembering it, laugh or cry as if experiencing it for the first time. In fact, I started writing as a form of therapy - just to get my emotions out or to clarify my thinking. My journaling transformed into story telling.

OK! Consider it dood! ...er done.

One word. Curmudgeonistic

I have posted the link to this video on my Facebook page and given it to a politician friend who is extremely involved in the gay rights movement. What courage that took! He obviously spent a good deal of time preparing that, and yet, even now, there were some things he STILL could not say out loud. What makes a bully? What allows a bully to exist? Why do SOOO many people do nothing about a bully? What are we teaching our children? What are we teaching our children by example? What are we allowing or subjecting our children to? I had both of my arms broken by a bully. The school claimed it was boys rough housing. My parents claimed there was nothing they could do. My dad was a cop. My mother was in the process of becoming a psychologist at the time. Today, some 40 years later, my family still "jokes" about what I went through with both arms in a cast and unable to wipe my own butt or bathe myself... Real funny. It took less that 20 seconds for him to break my arms. The effects are still going on 40 years later.

Great question! As alluded to, life has few enough happy moments. I often read to ESCAPE into a better place - at least for a while. When I find authors who are very negative or concentrate on the dark side of life, (can you say King) I steer clear. I get enough horror in my real life. Is wanting to be happy for a while THAT much to ask?

Cripe, I'm 400 years old and I still need at least one uhm.... 'erotic overload' per day! (But that's WAY down from when I was young, by about a dozen!)

Perhaps OUR wold was created in seven days; however, I don't have that kind of magic - it takes a wee bit longer for some of us... I began by telling stupid little time-filler stories to my kids so they would behave when in the car or waiting in lines. After more than 10 years of stories, often ad-libbed on the spot, there was a seed that I could plant. I expanded and told the stupid stories in more serious, grown up ways. Then I tried to weave the pieces together. Bit by bit, or perhaps I should say, word by word, I filled dozens of pages with notes. Dozens of pages soon numbered hundreds. Weeks of transcribing written words to typed words. Then months of smearing the words about, rearranging them into something fractionally better. A mere thirty years later, and I can begin my story at the actual beginning; my mythological world was fairly new and its inhabitants were mostly everything but human. I introduced everything in somewhat logical, chronological order. People developed a crude form of communication, which led to more sophisticated forms. Everything had to be named, categorized, explained, and taught. My epic saga starts with a human baby in a time when humans were little more than speechless animals. The equivalent of a thousand Earth years pass as the story unfolds, with over 500 characters playing various significant roles. It ends with an army of beings, from human to elf, to dragon to pixie, to talking trees and living rocks, all working in tandem against a common enemy. A volcano erupts as the nightmarish crescendo of the story takes places within range of the volcanic rain. Like Tolkien, I created an alphabet and a language; an entire way of life, and ways of thinking unlike that of our own world. It takes time. A lot of time. Everything I experienced, I tried to transform into inspiration, - everything. And I wrote. I wrote on everything, everywhere, and at the most inopportune times, anyplace and anytime an idea occurred to me. My friends confirmed what strangers would say - that I was a nut job. I walked out of movies and away from conversations to jot down something I just HAD to get down on paper before it was to late. I started my nightmare, oops, I mean masterpiece in 1968. And I'm still refining. The story is there and told. But I've lived in that other world for so long that I cannot let my characters go, or maybe they're holding me hostage because without me, they would not exist. Either way, I now know them well and can create new friends for them to play with, new places they can explore. Side adventures I didn't know about 20 years ago and left out of the main story can now be told. And they often introduce me to new ideas, new kinds of beings and let me join them on their newest adventure. Just keep writing.

It's a mix of who, how, and what. I often buy music that has lyrics in languages that I cannot speak. I liked the sound of the voice or music, or some combination. I've heard great lyrics ruined by bad singers and some really horrid lyrics sung so beautifully that it brought tears to my eyes. And of course, the music is ALWAYS important.

ok...eeewww.

I do not go around announcing that I'm gay, but I never deny or hide it. If I want to refer to my partner, I do without hesitation. My sentences are not filtered for content when it comes to being gay if that's what you mean. I have a rainbow triangle on my car window so if anybody knows my car, they probably have figured it out.

As pointed out, the correct word should have been 'than.' 'This' refers to something nearby, either in space or time. 'That' refers to something much further or farther away in space or time. (Further is generally for thoughts, farther is generally for things.)

I have lived through 11 different presidencies. Dwight D. Eisenhower (1953-1961) John F. Kennedy (1961-1963) Lyndon B. Johnson (1963-1969) Richard M. Nixon (1969-1974) Gerald R. Ford, Jr. (1974-1977) James E. (Jimmy) Carter, Jr.(1977-1981) Ronald Reagan (1981-1989) George H. W. Bush (1989-1993) William J. (Bill) Clinton (1993-2001) George W. Bush (2001-2009) Barack H. Obama (2009-present) Thank you Tomas for the list!

IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S A CURSE! LOL Do you know how many times a day I have to excuse myself for pouncing on a man? I have no filters! I actually DO tell men that are cute or smell good that I think so! Surprisingly, most men accept it from me. (I try to be funny and discreet about it.) But I'm like a cat in heat - ALL THE TIME! I can't get away with that crap for much longer - I'm OLD! My hair and beard are snow white! It's CREEPY! People must think that somebody's grandpa is perving on all the (relatively!) young boys, EEEWWW! Although I suppose I shouldn't worry until I don't WANT to do that anymore...

A couple of times men have walked past me wearing one the Axe scents, and it was like my hair got caught on them - I had to follow behind them, sniffing their trail... so to speak...

Djimon Hounsou from the movie Amistad - slow, deep, and exotic - a good way for nearly ANYTHinG to be!

Sean Connery without a doubt! Antonio Bandares would be nice too. Or Sean Astin in a pinch.

I would not use the word odd, that has negative connotations. I would use the word unusual - most people are not that diligent. I have a clear glass wall in my shower and I squeegee it after ever use so it doesn't get that soap scum film all over it. It's a pain in the patoot! I should have chosen rippled glass of a curtain! Even though you're being "persnickety" with your shower - it's clean! ...And that's WAY better than getting in a shower after someone like me, who leaves behind enough hair to make a toupee! (Eewww!!!!)

Exile's I Want to Kiss You All Over

In-class texters are rude! I don't understand why people are so thoughtless and have so little regard for others. If you're sitting in a food court at the mall, fine, but not in a classroom or library, that's just wrong. But common sense isn't taught anymore. Manners are a thing of the past. Makes me realize how very OLD I've gotten!

You know of Totino's in Minneapolis?! Wow, I'm impressed. Yeah, My uncle Art and his brother-in-law used to make the pizzas in my grandpa's basement (with its dirt floor!) and sell them door to door, way back in the 40's.