Well, fuck, don't ask me. I turned 65 today and I am now officially an old age pensioner (the preferred term these days is, of course, Senior Citizen). My state pension kicks in next week. How has this happened? I used to be a boy with golden hair, very precocious for my age. I talked to adults as if they were my peers. Most found me daunting, if not unsettling. I had an exuberance of spirit that took me from my youth into adulthood. I had wit and liveliness and cheek and charm. Nevertheless, in retrospect, I'd say that in all that time I was fucked-up. I'd say I'm still fucked-up, perhaps even more so. I'm now three stone overweight, I drink and smoke heavily, depression - despair, purposelessness, whatever you want to call it - has been a constant companion for fifty years. Still, here I am after a very long road of searching and adventure and misadventure and good times and heartache and struggle. Let's see what happens next, but in the meanwhile let's be droll. Join me in singing along to the lovely Lesley Gore:
It truly amazes me that I've been running this bog blog for over five years now. My stats tell me I've had over 20,000 visits in that time. I'm bewildered but deeply honoured that you dear and wonderful lot out there, from Russia to Indonesia and all the whole wide world in between, have taken a few moments of your time to look me up. It's interesting to note that the most number of 'search keywords' over the years relate to 'huge penis' and 'how to live with a big penis'. Clearly, this has nothing to do with me: you'd need to search, 'find penis with a magnifying glass'. However, I do know one fellow (for whom I have the deepest respect) that has a big cock, yet, as you will see, is ever creating an intercourse between body and nature and personal meaning. Here's some of his work, but in the meanwhile, thank you all for dropping-in and hopefully finding something that concurs with your own interests and beliefs.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, and I admit to rather rushing this through. I wanted to say something very affirmative and enduring before succumbing to the implausibility of reaching 65 tomorrow.
'A clutch is a mechanical device that provides for the transmission of power (and therefore usually motion) from one component (the driving member) to another (the driven member) when engaged, but can be disengaged.' Deep appreciation to Wikipedia for edification.
You either love it or you hate it. Indeed, some of you may even now be squirming at the thought of putting your face, yet alone your tongue, anywhere this arboretum of hair. Push aside your prejudices. Somewhere in that midst is a perfect segment of soft tender pink skin crying out for your attention...