Monday, January 15, 2018

Martin Luther King Jr Day Photoblogging

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Also, I Played '...Carmen San Diego' On The IIe, Harrumph

Two calls to customer service (alas I did *not* ask for a supervisor, but still...)

Snail mail: too EXTREME? ARGHHH!

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Shopping On Monday


Wish I had a sleepover buddy tonight...


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Saturday, January 6, 2018

(Raunchy, Maybe NSFW) Personal Growth Entry

Since landing in rural Northern California three years ago, I've had occasion to have physical copulation with any other men only when the opportunity arises during visits to San Francisco for other business. And all of my adult life, I've had sex only with other men who have sex more or less exclusively with men. I prefer the conventional routes of dating, cruising, and hooking up - ones that do not include "straight chasing" or cruising "rough trade" (how '70s!) One could even say I'm a tad chauvinist; I know I have missed many opportunities to innocently frolic with heterosexual men who for whatever reason are available to fornicate and are willing....

(I must at this juncture issue a blanket apology to my peers among straight guys. You have never done anything but the opposite of justify my fear of and unwillingness to socialize with you. Thank you to all the guys over the years who have been more friendly and respectful than maybe I think I deserve.)

So here I am, currently a free agent in lust, a stag at large (at least until such time as Mr. Mikey gets around to formalizing whatever we're wanting to do together), a perfectly fine buck who likes to doe up, surrounded here in the mountains by plenty of men (with the exception of two individuals) who I'd be happy and honored to go down on or give up free run of my insides, and to whom I would like to formally issue the following statement: "Thank you, gentlemen, for your clear support and celebration of who I am, and your apparent forgiveness in the face of my being an irrational, seemingly alienating bitch. You're much more discerning, by the way, than a very few local misandrist women give you credit for, and you're always welcome in my home."

Yes, that's a black hanky often out my back right pocket - any time you see me out and about, feel free to strike up a conversation, no matter how blue, and I'm there (among other reasons) TO be hit on. So hit me up - I'm happy to make your acquaintance, and sex you up... (For a good time, call Will at fouronefive-203-sixninefiveseven.)

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Been A Lot of Boys V. Girls Lately...

...But we mustn't fall into that trap of being comfortable being the good guys in that arrangement...

...I need to lower my weapon, clear my breach. I must for Mikey, for Noni, for #zuckerberg, for Leah (Thomas AND Thompson) - HELL, for Miss M, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss AND Anna Faris - for Arthur and everyone. For me. So the ring - oval-cut emerald guarded on either side by white sapphires, the emerald's facets minutely ground to make it safe for a woman to sleep with it on her hand, yet... The ring is in my passport wallet. That's how I hold my "fence."

We n' de ya ho: I, William Robert Way, grandson of Lydia Harleman (German and Cherokee and what-all of Oklahoma), continue to hold the ring in trust until such time that I may hand it off to the proper Jew. (Obviously, I need a little help...)

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Happy Xmas From Our Family To Yours...

...And do be sure to jingle all the way (nobody likes a fucking half-assed jingler, you dig?)

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