Sexy and slender; quiet night on the island ….

Hi, friends and readers:

I know most gay men like their boys with some muscle on them–they want beef, and I get that. But I prefer slender young men with broad shoulders and narrow waists. I don’t mind if I can see a guy’s ribs under his skin. I mean, who could deny the beauty of the two in tonight’s photo posts? They’re just…yummy. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I had a good workout at the YMCA today, but wasn’t able to swim because all the lap lanes were taken. It’s a frequent problem at this time of year. So, I settled for speed-walking on a treadmill for 20 minutes.

I took care of a necessary errand on my way home–getting a new toll transponder for my care since the old one had to be removed when I had my windshield replaced. I visited a D.O.T. office to get this done and have the new transponder linked to my account. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long, and now I am up and running again.

Tomorrow morning, I will drive 80 miles northward to meet a young man who’s going to help me get my boat on my trailer so I can take it into the shop for servicing. The engine was acting up last time I used it, so it’s time. Of course, this will eat up most of my day, but it’s necessary, and I need to get it done. I’ll take my time and try to enjoy the beauty of the area I’m visiting before driving back home.

I plan to spend a quiet evening at home tonight, after all the revelry I engaged in for three days in New Orleans. I have leftovers for my dinner and a nice bottle of wine to drink, so I am good. ๐Ÿ™‚ Have a nice Monday night, friends.

The sexy a-shirt boy; windy morning on the island ….

Hi, friends and readers:

As I’ve written on this site before, it takes a special guy to carry off wearing a tight-fitting a-shirt, but the boy to the left here does it in spades–broad shoulders, nice arm and chest muscles, and a flat belly. Aye-yi-yi, if he were my boyfriend he’d dress like that every day of the week. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I didn’t get home from the airport until 11:30 last night. I had one drink and hit the bed, and I didn’t get up this morning until 9:30. I needed the rest after three days of partying ion New Orleans. But what a great time I had with my friends. We attended multiple parades, dined on excellent cuisine, and drank entirely too much alcohol. But we made sure to get plenty of rest too, so I never woke up with a hangover.

Oh, here’s another photo of our boy-of-the-day, this one without the a-shirt. I can’t decide which look I prefer, but then I don’t have to decide, do I?

Anyway, it’s 10:30 AM now, and I just finished breakfast. I won’t do any writing today, it’s too late to start. So, I will read the newspaper, and then I’ll take a three-mile walk, here on the island. Right after lunch I will drive into town to visit the YMCA for a workout and lap-swimming session, and then I’ll run a few errands on my way home.

I don’t have any plans for this evening, other than dining on leftovers and drinking a bottle of Sauvignon blanc I have chilling in my friend, and that doesn’t sound too bad.

All right, everyone, it’s good to be home, and I hope wherever you are today, the sun is shining and you’re in good frame of mind. Keep smiling, it’s important.

One more Dylan Dauzat photo; Martin’s back from Mardis Gras ….

Hi, friends and readers:

As stated in my last post, I consider Dylan Dauzat an airhead, but heย isย mighty cute, plus he’s from Louisiana. Why does that matter? Because I just returned from New Orleans an hour ago, after spending three wonderful days in the Crescent City.

What a wonderful place.

The weather was lovely, the food beyond good, and the people there are so welcoming to visitors. I also like the way the races get along so well. I wish it were that way in Florida. My two friends and I had a great time at multiple parades and walking the streets. Okay, we probably drank too much alcohol (huh?), and on the flight home to Tampa the Southwest flight attendant told us, “You boys need to simmer down.”


We met so many friendly and gracious people. One local woman told us, “You’ll never meet a stranger in our city.” And it’s true, they make you feel at home in New Orleans.

I love you, Big Easy, and good night my friends.