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Libra · Looking for: Man, 35–54
Freakishly tall writer. Into travel (the most hidden, amazing places). Loved Iceland, Namibia, Timbuktu, Bali, The Vancouver Islands, Mali (particularly the rarely visited, isolated, “Dogon Region”. “Bought” seven large carvings, some of them hundreds of years old. Was the first white man many Dogons had ever seen). Newfoundland. Antarctica. Mexico {The ruins in Cancun. PYRAMIDS! Chichinicha. Tolum. (The Mayan People). I live on,, and adore, the Massachusetts island of Cape Cod. And Marthas Vineyard and NANTUCKET. Live in a cabin on the beach, perfect for a writer. Come beach with me!
Men-wise, who knows? The two loves of my life, so far, we’re very different. Michael (five years together). Richard (twenty years together). Michael was 5’ 6”. Richard was 6’ 2”. Michael, blond. Richard, black. Michael, lean, hairless, brown eyes. Richard, substantial, hairy, green eyes. Michael, a brilliant actor, was happy with his own company. He had many friends, but loved most when we’d lie next to each other in bed, reading. Richard, it turned out, was a devious, nine-faced, lying leech. WANTING to be in theater, but he could not act, direct or write. So, I pushed him into being a Stage Manager. Backstage. Literally running th e show. Mostly Broadway shows (we met when he was doing props for “Annie”). I was playing “Rooster, the Villain. “Easy Street”. Richards nine faces helped him achieve success. But, he was devious. He used people. Lied. Was a different person depending on who he was with. Both of my men were “handsome”, I guess, but not overwhelmingly so, and it mattered little, anyway. I fall for THE PERSON. Both were. In shape, worked out, did yoga, but, frankly, I was never all that attracted to Richard. I LIKED him. He BLUSHED. He was very young when I met him (I met both paramours when they were Twenty-Three years old), and Richard molded and shaped himself into a “me”. We almost broke up because of it. But, then he started working and developed a personality that was about 60% his own. We bought a country house together. We got MARRIED (at my father’s insistence! He was a very stoic man, said little, brilliant, Dean of Harvard Law school). He said to me; “Son, you and Richard have been together for fifteen years, I think it is time that you seriously consider getting married. Here, at our beach house, like your sister and brother. Big tent. Fifty tables. Catered. Live music. And, I, son, will walk be honored to walk you down the aisle”. Well, THAT was too amazing to to pass up! I didn’t hate him yet (that realization was still two years away), so WE GOT MARRIED. Our GRANDPARENTS attended! Aunts, uncles, cousins, many I’d not seen in YEARS!
So, anyway, I like men who are naturally in shape, and who still retain enough vulnerability to blush. And, someone I can Trust. And, someone BEING REAL. Living Truth. I call it “a reality-based life”. Honesty, above all else, gets me hard. Love talking about literally everything, on a road trip, in bed, climbing a mountain. A “Top”, I guess, so I do like me a nice butt. But, you gotta be SMART (so I can fuck your brains out). Interest in the ARTS is a MUST. Theater. Movies. Concerts. Galleries. Beauty. I write plays and screenplays. It’s who I AM. And, I want to share beauty with someone, accepting all the REAL drama that will arise within. Avoiding the manufactured, performed and exaggerated drama. There’s ENOUGH natural drama without CREATING it. So, smart, vulnerable, passionate about/for many things (like the arts). In shape. Loves the beach. Pretty eyes. Cute butt. Someone who wants to, eventually, ultimately, be someone’s someone. I am unapologetically romantic, but I fall in love slowly. I’ll leave the “Second date Uhaul” to my lesbian sisters. Just, be REAL. Be YOU. I will the find you sexy. And, act accordingly. Don’t have a lot oh “musts” sexually. It’s something we’ll work out as we go. I respect sincere kink, but also love old fashioned courting, romance, sincerity. Do not WORRY. We will fuck nine ways to heaven. Jesus, I wrote a short novel… Sorry. But if you got THIS FAR, we likely have a pretty good chance to click. Loudly. CLICK!!!
