Somebody wrote me the other day to say, “How come you never post photos of non-Caucasian guys? Do you have something against minorities?”
No, I am not a racist, either philosophically or sexually. And, in fact, I have quite the taste for Asian men, whether they are hunky, ike the guy in the top photo here, or dainty, as in some of the Asian boys who belong the the YMCA I visit regularly. I’ve had several sexual experiences with Asian men over the years (A particular lad I met on Polk Street in San Francisco comes to mind) and most all were satisfying.
I woke around seven this morning. My knees were achy and I couldn’t sleep any longer, so I got up and got busy, right after my lovely boyfriend departed for his summer job as a legal intern. He looks so handsome in his business clothes.
Anyway, I am washing the sheets and towels from our vacation rental next door, so they are ready for our next guests. I’ll empty the dishwasher of clean dishes and then load up the dirty ones from breakfast. I need to straighten up the house a bit, and then do my morning physical therapy regimen.
One of the things that sucks about this whole convalescence thing is the amount of time I spend alone. It gets old. I see my surgeon,s assistant tomorrow, to check my progress, and hopefully he will clear me to drive again. That way I don’t have to be dependent on others to run my errands.
Okay, friends, I need to get busy, so I will close this post by wishing everyone a wonderful Thursday, wherever you might be.