Weekend Onesie:
The Signs Are Everywhere!
Still in the grip of the dreary-dumbs of early spring, I cling to the thought of pastures with open air, running naked beneath the big sky.
Yes, cruising season will soon be in full swing. And trust me, my dears... it won't be the only thing swinging!
The signs are everywhere. It's time! To hope for the dawn of a new season.
I, for one, plan to take it on like a horny twink on his first trip to a bathhouse!
Not that there's not room for discernment. No, it's true... not all comers shall come. At least not anywhere near this vintage model.
But I will greet all with a smile as wide as the horizon... and little else!
Will I be successful? Will I enjoy the season of my dreams?
Stay tuned, my pets. It could be this is the year I've aged out of the scene.
But never fear. Hope springs eternal.
Though hope ain't the only thing that'll be springing!
Wishing your the very best..
As you prepare for this, the most whoriest of seasons!
Yes, getcha some, son!
- uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque
Signs Of Life - Arcade Fire
No Matter What Sign You Are - The Supremes
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1 comment:
I didn't cruise today, but I had a great foursome with a group of guys I know. Two I had no idea were even into that scene. But I love cruising...but alas, it's a dying art. The new generation has no idea the thrill of the chase...the putting on of show, and the come and get this dick look.....it's an art I tell ya.
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