House cleaning also entails logging into every last one of my numerous web mail accounts to blow out the spams, empty the trash, and give the new messages a cursory glance to find maybe one or two that were acutally written to me by a live person. Some of these accounts go way back to when I was just a bi-curious, internet neophyte who'd done no more than cast a furtive, but longing glance at the cock in the next urinal. I keep the accounts active simply because they're mine, though I have no use for most of them. It would be too weird to let them expire and chance upon seeing somebody else using one of them.
I enabled comment moderation here today and if moderating gets to be too much like work I'll simply disable commenting all together. I've always intended this blog to be like a book - not an interactive forum. Well meant comments I admittedly enjoy, but I have no need of nor use for anyone's negative feedback because they're simply not entitled to it. If you don't like what's here, move on. I will not cater to anyone other than to myself; you're here for the ride, not to drive. I will not apologize for my occasional abrasiveness (It's a part of who I am both online and in "real life.") nor allow it to draw me into battles of wits with the unarmed. Approximately 800 folks visit here on an average day so I'm doing more right than wrong by the people who matter to me. The rest I simply don't care about - certainly not enough to allow them to shit on me in my own "house."
Gary sent me a few pictures of his hard cock today asking if I'd shrink them for him so he could send them out to potential fuck buddies. I was, naturally, glad to be of assistance, but I couldn't help but to imagine while I was looking at the pictures he'd sent of what might've happened all those (over 30) years ago if, when he and I looked at porn together in his bedroom, one of us had suggested a mutual stroking session. In retrospect, I think the idea coursed through my head on occasion, but not clearly - more just like a general, "I really want sex with somebody," kind of thinking and never in a, "I want sex with a guy," kind of way. Though both he and I agree that it's best not to mess around with each other now after 33 years of being friends, he does have a great looking dick and I do enjoy seeing it.
Gary looks good sporting wood!