HORNY? Come to San Francisco, Somebody's bound to fuck you..

Posted on 11/21/2014 by Daddy Will

I've been living in San Francisco just two months shy of 18yrs. Life is different here. It's truly a parallel universe in so many ways. San Francisco really allows a person to let go, to be themselves, to reinvent, recreate, repackage, and re-label themselves at any time. Not only are your attempts to reinvent yourself tolerated but friends and strangers alike, the are quite generally embraced and supported by friends and strangers alike. I moved from Miami, which at the time had some pretty rigid criteria in regards to the aesthetic that a gay man aspired to in order to be active on the singles' scene and be sexually viable. Youth was imperative, or at least doing your best to achieve the appearance of youth. Smooth, lean, muscular, tan, no easy feat for a 40yo man that's extremely hairy and loves Cuban food. Approaching 40 in Miami and SOBE, I had to own the fact that if I were to get laid regularly, it would most likely involve me getting a receipt for services rendered. However, I never dreamed that at the age of 50, I'd be the one with the card reader attached to my phone and issuing the receipts... Miami is truly the Magic City, But, San Francisco is where the seemingly impossibly becomes reality. San Francisco has prove to be a total 180 degree shift in reality and aesthetics. I've become the physical embodiment of all that I most feared. But, I've never been happier. In fact, I've gotten a bit too happy in my new found state of furry corpulence, I decided it was time to shift gears and seem a happy medium.

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