It’s odd, but in America there seems to be an undercurrent with gay men seeking young guys with uncut cocks. This is strange to me – as most the guys I’ve had the pleasure of visiting nude have also been uncut. I don’t think there is any difference...unless the guy doesn’t use soap. (Which is so repulsive at its worst I won’t go into it any further.) So my coveted uncut wang has again been photographed - but I'm willing to be at peace with this...Mark did provide me with a hotel room and food. I keep reminding myself that I only will live this once - nothing is permenent - so not to be afraid of irrational things such as a stranger possessing 100 photos of my naked body. To continue...what a journey...large "hail", vicious winds, bad hangovers, and too much walking have taken some wind from my sails. I was consoled that at least I missed another blizzard in the north.
That was how I felt until last night. I regained my confidence in Fort Lauderdale last night – and had some incredible conversations about the world becoming warmer and climates rupturing. Scary stuff – but its good to hear other friends my age becoming aware and teaching each other about it. I also received a lengthy lecture about cigarettes. There are laws about everything in America...and always someone there to remind you of them. One of the last things I recall with clarity in the evening was convincing a policeman that it wasnt my fault I had an "open container"...and he laughed and made me pour the rest of my beer away. And that's when I met Jeff
