Hi, friends and readers:
Does everyone like this evening’s photo post? Nice butt, eh?
Sometimes a guy likes to hang out in his birthday suit, when he’s home. It offers a feeling of freedom. Do you know what I mean? I’d never complain if I found the guy in the photo in my bedroom. Would you? (What’s up with those gloves?)
I’m all packed for my flight to Minneapolis tomorrow. I’ve printed my boarding pass, watered the houseplants, and otherwise taken care of business. This time tomorrow I’ll be touching down in the Upper Midwest. I haven’t spent much time in that part of the country, so this will be an interesting visit for me. The cottage we’ve rented is right on the shore of a lake where the fishing’s pretty good, with lots of small-mouthed bass. Maybe we’ll catch some?
A few guys from the Phoenix area wrote me today and asked for the e-mail address of Bryant, the young man whose comment I posted this morning. Sorry, guys, but I can’t do that. When young men write to me via the blog, I keep their identities and contact information private. That’s always been my policy. I know he said he’s looking for a skater boyfriend, but Bryant’s only fifteen. Let’s behave, guys.
Okay, my dinner guests are due here at seven PM and I still have to shower and get a few things prepared before my friends arrive. So, I will wish everyone a fine Tuesday evening. I’ll try to post once more in the morning, before I leave for the airport. Bye for now!