I’m horsing around on iSpQ, waiting for my projector to arrive. iSpQ fills the space while I run to the window every five minutes looking for the UPS man. Today on iSpQ, there are several gentlemen in Germany, married with children, who are looking for “older hairy bears and daddys.” I haven’t been online in a while, and I usually see IberianBear when I am iSpQing, whom I haven’t successfully convined to take his clothes off for me yet. Maybe I haven’t asked…? There’s one guy, an artist, who makes really fine drawings who’s always interesting to chat with about art, and there are about 100 Italians, cercono maschi, none, unfortunately, looking to chat about life, the universe and everything with a smooth femmy aesthete, but I did just got an instant message from a scantilly clad Italian, with a big square jaw. No note, just a picture. I sent him a note in Italian asking him how he is today, in the informal, assuming that one isn’t formal with people who aren’t wearing shirts–no reply. The thing is, I’m not here to have sex, and I do have my clothes on, all of them, even though I’m in an x-rated room for “bears, daddies, and cubs.” I like to have sex with real people, like my boyfriend. Anyway, I am a voyeur, so it’s fun to get flashed and to look at all this desire yearning to express itself in front of a little camera….
OMG, it’s here! Stay tuned for the home theater report.