Site Maintenance and Cows Loving Cows; Ball Shaving; French Skaters in Kilts; The Personals Saga Continues

Yesterday, which I forgot to mention yesterday, I updated, altered, rearranged the journal archives which are now ordered by months. This should make it easier to find things. There are several ways to indicate archives, and I guess that no one way is the standard. However using a calendar does solve the chronology problem. Will need to do that.

Also, at last, I implemented my link to the Gay Diary Ring. Thanks again to the wonderful, sexy Lohengryn for his help. Now if I can remember not to type Gay Dairy Ring, which I suppose could be subtitled Cows Loving Cows, or something like that.

OK! Now that I've got your attention. Why, you may ask. Because I wanted to, and it feels so good! To say nothing of the visual aesthetic you create. Put it in the same category as PA and scrotum piercing. (Ouch!) (Is the Prince Albert really named after Prince Albert? Perverted minds want to know.)

Have you noticed that ice skating has hit the networks? A couple of years ago, I noticed that a lot of skating events were popping up on tv. So I've, more or less, slipped into the ice-skating-fan-mode.

As I type, I'm watching the "Ice Wars" on CBS. How you can do a back flip while skating is beyond me. Every performer has been superb. I suppose my favorite has been Philippe Candelord, who always does sets in some type of historical costume. In this case it was a Scottish motif with kilt and cloak. Which means you can see bare legs. Until now, it had never occurred to me that you seldom see this. And with such muscular calves, it's a loss.

Kurt Browning was also on the program wearing black, skin-tight, wet-vinyl pants. Kurt is one sexy guy with or without vinyl pants. For that matter, they are all sexy, vibrant and erotic.

As you may know, I've placed a couple of ads on some web classified sites. And I've received some responses. But in each case the match doesn't seem right. I know I'm dealing in a very amorphous area, but my intuition keeps saying, "No!" It may be that I'm waiting for "something," which is undefined, to hit me over the head. This is a very closeted area, so some guys want absolute discretion. Other folks, may want just sex, usually vanilla in nature. Some are married and want to play around while the wife is not looking. And there is no way to ignore my own personal likes and dislikes in terms of the physical; to do otherwise does no good for me and deceives the other person.

About a year ago, I corresponded with someone from another part of the state for several months. The messages were funny, intelligent and thoughtful. However, there were never any physical details, but I was willing to overlook that because of the sincerity of the messages. I had figured out that he was fearful of rejection. When we finally met, it was very pleasant. But within thirty minutes he was obviously angling for a way for us to be alone. Of all the things I'd expected, that was not one of them. I was perfectly willing to establish a friendship if nothing else. But he was so coyly insistent that I was spooked. It actually scared me. My only recourse was to abort. I should have listened to my initial instincts, but I did not.

If you're going after pure sex, it's a lot easier, I suppose. You like the guy or you don't. But if you're after a more meaningful situation, you need compatibility. Which is harder to define and measure.

That last bit of analysis had drained my creative juices. I'm fearful if I continue, I'll start telling fart jokes. (You have heard the one about the guy who was so tight- assed that when he farted only dogs could hear it.)

PAX!