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handsome, sexy, quote chill unquote guy Real, arguably sweet, direct, extremely youthful, masculine and down-to-earth person here. Also considered kinda intense, though, in what can be --to some -- a sort of perplexing manner. I gather that this is because it can be taken a kind of ’intensity’ that appears to incorporate a kind of California casualness in a way that makes it hard to recognize as1 or the other or something, and that there are some humans for whom this is ’distressing.’ You’ll see what I mean soon if you feel like it, and have not already. On the more positive end, I have been called by comparative comrades an ’operatically large liver’ and other things to that effect. Point taken, although to be fair I believe certain hoodlums and philistines might say such things, at least in part, simply because there is Ayyetalian involved. I’m professional but intellectual. Curious about all aspects of life, and interested mostly in people. Rugbyish/runner’s build, depending upon how skinny I am at any given time and on how much I’m running. HIV neg. Clooneyish short grey hair. Sometimes I’ll a rock a scruffily semi-hipsterish beard for kicks, since people seem to think it looks good on me. FYI, since I don’t think I have a pix of it, when I have it the facial hair itself is not so much grey as it is reddish brown. I realize that this sounds potentially disturbing, but somehow it seems to work. Into many different things including most all of the arts (except DANCE, come to think of it), especially film and fiction and all sorts of music. Also philosophy, history, politics, good food and drink, learning anything new, continually stimulating and dynamic conversation as often as humanly possible, cities, architecture, blah blah blah--aside from the more raucous, and less ’rarified,’ kinds of hijinks about which we all know plenty. I have a substantial wild side as well as an ultraserious1, and however this relates to either or both, I really love great sex. I need it badly, often, and sort of extra fiercely these days. Been getting many real ragers on the erectile front that just won’t go away, for instance. Love to be driven absolutely wild, and to drive others crazy nuts, so that everything gets all quote unquote phreaky until it just combusts. Like long, varied, multiply orgasmic sessions when the chemistry and the time are right. Nonetheless, I find that quickies can be equally extraordinary! Looking to meet cool, smart, cute, solid/in-shape, masculine and hot-- as to the last I’m working here from the hotly contested assumptions that you know it if you are, and that if you are you know you are -- XYers for dating, friendship, sex, talk, and other categorizable and uncategorizable forms of shitkickin’. Want to be around serious, attentive, kind and thoughtful (but not humorless) dudes who can regularly laugh at themselves and, as often as can be expected, somehow manage to simultaneously help their peeps enjoy it all thing in the process. Guys who are equipped with whatever it might take to play an unusually strong game of connect much more often than not, creating mutually good and sometimes intriguingly surprising feelings on assorted levels of maneuver. If you contact me, I will include my pic with my first reply. (I am currently going through a break-up, so I do not want it on this site right now.) I’m newly single after a very long time, and looking to romp around as much as possible both sexually and otherwise. Oh, btw those2 are not mutually exclusive imho. As for the sex, hotel room out-of-towners, off-duty cops, firemen, business guys, hot ethnics and internationals--italian, irish, middle eastern, israeli, asian, eastern european, south american, you name it (any boro, and suburbs too)--are all very very good, for example. As are actors, sexy geeks, Bohemians, killer 420, quality skiing and their likes. Read: I’m down with considering, or impulsively engaging in, a wide variety of proposed erotic adventures with appealing people, proceeding on a mostly case-by-case and admittedly willy-nilly basis. Older or younger, individuals or groups, ’romantic’ or not, ’anonymous’ or not, from the sleazy to the so-called respectable, etc. etc. I am not generally very interested in people who stomp around being type queens of any sort, including snobbish and solipsistic scene queens. I’m here for the open-minded, sensitive, expressive, intelligent, and socio-sexually talented men and boys who don’t act as if they can know in advance exactly what they want, or precisely who they wish to meet. The1s who are just as much or even more aware of, magnetized by and interested in the mysterious if menacing cracks and crevices that we all do, and probably should, fall through here or there—again, imho—as they are attentive to and energized by the eternal turn-ons of particular categories, and driven to pop by their fraught, overarching logics and calculi. That is, if there’s even a negligible difference. Sooner or later, I imagine that I will meet someone who will make me want to get into another (mostly)1-to-one relationship. I’ve spent much, maybe most, of my adult life since undergrad school in a few of these hardcore things. Avec cohabitation, in all of the cases. For the time being, however -- though I do not mean to suggest that this is some temporary ’sowing of wild oats’ since I have already been on my share of high velocity spins around various blocks -- I intend to milk the whole Aura of Woundedness thing (is it as effective at attracting people as I think it is?) for every different type of trickle that I can, and for every single solitary drop. Re. the ’dating’ and so to speak LTRs, after much reflection I would claim that, in the past, I have been for the most part quasi-admirably generous, loyal, reliable, flexible, forgiving and honest. Or at least that I’ve gotten much better over time in each of those regards and in others. They have all been certifiably passionate relationships1 way or another, that I can say the most surely. (I will concede that at times they may even have been excessively so, partly because everyone seems to be so god damned anti- ’drama’ these days. As if, poof, you can just eliminate tout court the tumultuousness of emotion? And as though, if in fact you can, it’s so desirable--and that it’s such a nice indication about related, rosy, pleasant things?) In any case, I am v. independent. I am presently bewildered about how much confidence I should have that this is gonna change--or when, why, how, and how much. Ditto about the work necessitating so much of my time and energy, partly because it requires the maddening act of writing. I also travel a lot for my job, both in the US and internationally. So do feel free to contact me from anywhere, rather than only from NYC. If something here appeals to you, please do not hesitate to get in touch. And don’t feel you need to be all witty, or think that I expect you to write War and Peace, or anything like that. (Just as redheaded males remain as supremely fascinating as ever, I personally find all the lingering to-do about strong silent types to be as remarkably well grounded in cold, hard FACT as is anything else that would possibly elicit talk of such a realm in the first place.) Just be reasonably for real. I’m a classical Leo on top of being a NNYorker. Plus, I’m not exactly a spring chicken anymore. My BS detector is fairly well-tuned at this point, and my tolerance for it is not high. I’ll leave that at that. Great cooks always a plus! I myself do it well, but have a limited range. And, to be honest, I am finally beginning to accept that--call me ’J.A.P.P.Y’--I just don’t like doing it when you can order something. Good attorneys generally a big minus, though I suppose You could theoretically be1 of rare and hyper-unlikely exceptions that proves my rule on that. Physically, faces matter much, if not most, to me. Like a lot of other guys I know, I often find quote unquote average looking men to be the most attractive, the hottest, and the most visually stunning of them all. Sorry if you are still reading this and it seems to you that I am an insufferable blabbermouth, to say the least. As the Brits might have said back in the days of the Sex Pistols, even I will admit that this has turned into something of a monkey’s tea party. (I recently watched The Filth and the Fury, which I thought was terrific.) But hey man, if that’s how you feel, we probably wouldn’t have made it to the prom together anyway. Plus dude, I think this is as important and useful as a photo, and not much different anyway, and perhaps less likely to be faked too. Although, yeah, I hear ya, this could at least be plagiarized and collaged, and yeah, ok, you’re right, at most I suppose maybe this could actually be fully computer generated. A la HAL. Fine then, go ahead, ’dis’ it as masturbatorially narcissistic and self-indulgent. Hello!, the pix aren’t? Not to mention, I think it’s a total scandal in the making that people do not normally post such important things on these sites. Interestingly enough, the sites themselves seem to be fully capable of handling it and maybe even built for it. As far as I can tell, nothing explodes when I hit submit. And users are as free to ignore this as they are able not only to ignore the so-often unreliable pix on these sites but also whatever’s constantly transpiring on, say, television. On that note, I am astonished that you can still evidently minimize usage of this dubious conglomeration of websites and make a prototypically hubristic -- if also utterly sensible, apparently warranted, and completely sane/sober/rational -- Wiseguy attempt to evade The System via plain old fashioned eeemale. (Though I guess there’s1 or many, many simple or complicated, and more or less persuasive, reasons for that I am here simply missing. “I’m sorry Dave, I can’t do that.”) Go nuts if you want, using gregg underscore bee elll aaa eee tee zee at hot male calm. Anyway, good luck to you. It’s just your 19th nervous breakdown. Ciao.
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