Doing laps with Beelzebub Himself?
Good evening, Heart Throb.
Are you single, separated, or divorced with a Messalina’s appetite, and between the ages of 30 and 45?
Do you live in 4:20-friendly San Francisco?
Would you spend the weekend with me in bed reading tarot cards and playing with a crystal ball and kabbalistic texts,
eating fruit, drinking red wine from my lips, reading poetry, listening to music, singing erotic arias, and enjoying the splendors of ’69,
O heavenly vintage, O "Saturday Afternoon, Won’t You Try?"
Are you an erotic ascetic, predisposed to Dionysos and Shiva? Would you explore tantric practices? (Would you initiate me, Shakti?)
Are your politics left of center? Do you appreciate philosophy, literature, poetry and history?
Would you help me craft shows for my radio program on a community radio station?
Could you cope with an intense translator of German, French, Hebrew? (No, I’m not Jewish)
Could you keep up with a conversation about James Joyce’s ULYSSES, and would you join me sometime in Dublin on Bloomsday, my birthday?
Would you travel with me to an island in Greece, a country where I lived for three years? Could you actually live out of the country a while, and do you have a skill you could ply abroad? I teach ESL English and have taught on a Greek island and could do it again.
Would you accept me without a car or any desire whatsoever to have one again?
If you’ve been nodding your head "yes, yes, yes," I remain skeptical, but I’d like to write or talk to you anyway.
I’m fifty. I’m 5ft. 9.5 inches tall; 160 lbs.; balding greyish chestnut hair; moustache; twinkling green eyes. I can send you some more photos. The most recent is from July 2003.
I am looking for women friends and lovers.
Drop me a line if ya feel like it.
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