papat

Sometimes i wonder just what the fuck i'm doing back here. Though i helped support the site in its early genesis, and I had fallen into a cool little community of friends, something happened in that several year hiatus when I went away. Like Chrissie Hynde returning to Ohio to find her city gone, so too did I return here to find myself a stranger; all my friends gone and no real community to call home. Still, I linger ...perhaps for little other reason than to ride out the subscription I paid for, or maybe it's just that as a busy and dedicated single papa to three rad-as-fuck kids, I simply, physiologically and psychologically need to remind myself every now and again how utterly sublime and exquisite naked women can be. But as I turn that lens upon myself, I get a little self conscious of my age, concerned perhaps that I unwittingly appear as the archetype of a creepy old man; the realization of which, in turn, kind of creeps me out. So, I be sure to keep my intentions in check ...give silent and sometimes direct praise and gratitude for those who cross my path ...in whatever form that may be; in images of bare physique or in thoughtful words of a bared mind. Whereas the archetypical creepy-old-man exists to consume and feed off the purity of young maidens, I stroll along in reverence for all the beauty of life laid out before me and in all its divine manifestations ...eternally hopeful that my intentions are not disturbingly misconstrued.

So for now, here I bare out the thoughts on my mind, curious to whose eyes might wander this way ...a kindred, benevolent soul, I can only hope ...better yet, they stay for a moment and stay hello.

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