Got back from a wedding on Cape Cod late last night and it was in the nick of time. Nasty weather the last 30 minutes. And now hurricane Irene. I'm still online (obviously) and have power but don't know how long that will last. I'm safe here, so don't worry. Watching television coverage is like torture: I feel obligated to watch but they don't really have much new to say. Putting reporters out on a beach to be pummelled seems like a stupid idea. About 90 percent of the time their mics don't work.
I'm locking up this morning. and since I don't have much to do, I'll probably try my aneros.
An older gay man's musings about sex, chastity, food, photography and whatever I want to talk about.
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