Frenching Fridays
This week's theme: Neck Kisses.
POLT
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
These wounds, like a catalog of flaws, serve to remind me...
Let's go back into history. Let's go back about 20 years, when a young Polt was just graduating college, Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' was new and revolutionary on the radio, Bill Clinton was still governor of Arkansas, and no one had as yet heard the term "Internet". Yeah, the dark ages.
In the days before Teh Interwebs, one had to get one's porn in one of two ways: videotape or magazines/books. And I had quite a bit of each of them. But as I was living at home, I couldn't really have a large supply of either just laying about. Too conspiuous. And then, a guy I went to high school with, but only found out later was gay, told me about International Male and Undergear catalogs. They were catalogs that advertised men's clothing, accessories and underwear. All, of course, modeled by insanely handsome and sexy model wearing...well, men's clothing, accessories and, best of all, underwear.
I subscribed to both right away! Subscriptions were, I believe free. Although, as I was a big guy, and the clothing advertised there were made almost exclusively for guys that looked the models in the catalogs, I never ordered anything out of them. (Well, that's not true, I did order some bracelets and necklaces a few times) But I had them. And what fun they were to look at. Kinda like a feast for my overactive, always horny, 20 year old imagination.
I rarely ordered anything, as I said, and eventually, they stopped coming regularly. Although they'd still arrive once a year or so. Soon after I moved into the apartment, I remember I ordered a necklace from IM from a catalog I had recieved before I moved. But that was the last thing I ever ordered. And after several more years, the catalogs themselves stopped arriving. No great loss, because by then, I had high speed Internet. Who needs a catalog of hot, skantily clad men standing around when you can get movies of hot naked guys fucking around, right?
The point of this story is this: Yesterday, in the mail, I got an Undergear catalog. WHA!?!?!?! Yes, I did. At my house. My house that Undergear could not have gotten the address of from any of my orders. What the hell!
My main question is this: if an underwear company can locate me without having my current address and not having heard from me in probably 12 years, how in the HELL did it take the American government, with all the power and money and technology at it's disposal, ten years to kill bin Laden????? They should just had Undergear send him a catalog and followed the mailman.
POLT
In the days before Teh Interwebs, one had to get one's porn in one of two ways: videotape or magazines/books. And I had quite a bit of each of them. But as I was living at home, I couldn't really have a large supply of either just laying about. Too conspiuous. And then, a guy I went to high school with, but only found out later was gay, told me about International Male and Undergear catalogs. They were catalogs that advertised men's clothing, accessories and underwear. All, of course, modeled by insanely handsome and sexy model wearing...well, men's clothing, accessories and, best of all, underwear.
I subscribed to both right away! Subscriptions were, I believe free. Although, as I was a big guy, and the clothing advertised there were made almost exclusively for guys that looked the models in the catalogs, I never ordered anything out of them. (Well, that's not true, I did order some bracelets and necklaces a few times) But I had them. And what fun they were to look at. Kinda like a feast for my overactive, always horny, 20 year old imagination.
I rarely ordered anything, as I said, and eventually, they stopped coming regularly. Although they'd still arrive once a year or so. Soon after I moved into the apartment, I remember I ordered a necklace from IM from a catalog I had recieved before I moved. But that was the last thing I ever ordered. And after several more years, the catalogs themselves stopped arriving. No great loss, because by then, I had high speed Internet. Who needs a catalog of hot, skantily clad men standing around when you can get movies of hot naked guys fucking around, right?
The point of this story is this: Yesterday, in the mail, I got an Undergear catalog. WHA!?!?!?! Yes, I did. At my house. My house that Undergear could not have gotten the address of from any of my orders. What the hell!
My main question is this: if an underwear company can locate me without having my current address and not having heard from me in probably 12 years, how in the HELL did it take the American government, with all the power and money and technology at it's disposal, ten years to kill bin Laden????? They should just had Undergear send him a catalog and followed the mailman.
POLT
A people, a tongue, and a nation (Part 27)...
Luscious Licks
Today, just a little pierced tongue, cute black boy action.
POLT
If I were a hero, I'd rather be Martin Luther (Part 6)...
SUPERHERO ANYDAYS
Oh, look, it's Superhero night at the local disco. Where's Dazzler?
Yeah, I know, only the comic book geeks are gonna get that. Not that's it's really all that funny anyway.
POLT
Rita Hayworth gave good face (Part 21)...
Fetching Faces
This kid is cute, but the hairthing is just icing on the cake.
POLT
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world....
Mrs. A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking, posting the following photo on her Facebook this evening:
She captioned it, "SO...I just found this on the kitchen floor. Don't know where Barbie is." Someone else asked if it was Katie, the middle daughter, to which Susan said it was.
My comment then was, "Ah, Katie, just like her Uncle Polt."
I mean, look, it's a hot, young, smooth guy with a hairthing, naked. That totally sounds like me, eh? Yeah, the ropes are a bit out of my area of expertise, but really, it's not inconceivable, now is it?
POLT
She captioned it, "SO...I just found this on the kitchen floor. Don't know where Barbie is." Someone else asked if it was Katie, the middle daughter, to which Susan said it was.
My comment then was, "Ah, Katie, just like her Uncle Polt."
I mean, look, it's a hot, young, smooth guy with a hairthing, naked. That totally sounds like me, eh? Yeah, the ropes are a bit out of my area of expertise, but really, it's not inconceivable, now is it?
POLT
Cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 192)...
Wife Beater Wednesday
This week's theme: WifeBeaters With Beards.
POLT
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The back of your hand somewhere on my behind (Part 79)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
This week's theme: Tooshies With Beards
POLT.
Monday, September 26, 2011
It was nice having off Saturday. That's the first Saturday, since Feb 1997, that I had off and just used leave. I didn't have to switch with anyone, I didn't have to come in on Sunday to work, nope nothing like that. I used my leave and was simply off. Since the new person was hired a few months ago, and he's working Sunday-Thursday, I don't need to switch or work Sundays when I want off a Saturday. Yay, go me.
My friends wedding was quite nice, the reception really fun. Twenty years ago, I was Best Man in his first wedding, but now I was just a guest to his smaller second wedding. The bride looked beautiful and had lost so much weight since I last saw her in February (like over 100 lbs) that I didn't recognize her. The reception was a blast, talking with members of his family I haven't really spoken to in years. Also, they had bottles of wine there for the toast...and afterwards. I had a little too much of it, to be honest. Felt a slightly bit tipsy.
When I got home, Freddie was waiting out front in his car. It was slightly awkward in the beginning, but as we talked, it got better, easier, more comfortable. We walked to Waynesburger for supper. When we got back, we decided neither of us felt like going to The Lodge, so we didn't. We settled in and watched some stuff on TV. Freddie got a shower and broke out the alcohol he had with him and got a bit drunk. But he was funny and it was a fun time.
When we turned in, he went to the spare bedroom, I went to mine. But about 7 am, I was jarred awake by him climbing into bed with me. And we cuddled and talked and slept and laughed and had fun time for about three hours. But no sex. I think we both wanted it, but we both didn't want it, if you understand what I mean.
He left late morning, and I spent the day watching football. And then for today, well, see the post below.
POLT
My friends wedding was quite nice, the reception really fun. Twenty years ago, I was Best Man in his first wedding, but now I was just a guest to his smaller second wedding. The bride looked beautiful and had lost so much weight since I last saw her in February (like over 100 lbs) that I didn't recognize her. The reception was a blast, talking with members of his family I haven't really spoken to in years. Also, they had bottles of wine there for the toast...and afterwards. I had a little too much of it, to be honest. Felt a slightly bit tipsy.
When I got home, Freddie was waiting out front in his car. It was slightly awkward in the beginning, but as we talked, it got better, easier, more comfortable. We walked to Waynesburger for supper. When we got back, we decided neither of us felt like going to The Lodge, so we didn't. We settled in and watched some stuff on TV. Freddie got a shower and broke out the alcohol he had with him and got a bit drunk. But he was funny and it was a fun time.
When we turned in, he went to the spare bedroom, I went to mine. But about 7 am, I was jarred awake by him climbing into bed with me. And we cuddled and talked and slept and laughed and had fun time for about three hours. But no sex. I think we both wanted it, but we both didn't want it, if you understand what I mean.
He left late morning, and I spent the day watching football. And then for today, well, see the post below.
POLT
Today has been a good day. Oh, so far it's been a typical Monday (sleep in a bit, read, laundry, putz around online), except for two things, which have made it exceptional so far.
1) I had a doctor's appointment today where I got the results of the bloodwork from last week. Since my last visit the end of June, I have lose 5 pounds, which I already knew cause I weigh myself at work. But also, my A1C (it's a measure of the sugar in my system long term, or something like that) dropped from 9.7 to 8.5! They want it to be between 6-7, so it's still not great, but that's, in the doctor's words, 'a phenominal drop, in such a short time;. That's what happens when I give up regular sodas. I still have to get it down more, and continue to try to lose weight, but I'm glad the change was so noticable.
-And-
2) When I got home and got online, I got talking to this 18 year old, half black/half Puerto Rican cute kid with something of hairthing who used to play soccer when he was in high school, and had the body reflecting it (muscular thighs larger than my head, bubble ass, etc) and who has a thing for red headed men. Totally worth the 45 minute drive to his house. He was more experienced than I would have expected, and his enthusiasm and eagerness bordered on desperation, but he made the most exquisite little noises. Ah, youth.
Now, if only my day continues like this until this evening and results in a victory for the Dallas Cowboys over the Washington Deadskins tonight. They say good things come in threes, so one can but hope.
POLT
1) I had a doctor's appointment today where I got the results of the bloodwork from last week. Since my last visit the end of June, I have lose 5 pounds, which I already knew cause I weigh myself at work. But also, my A1C (it's a measure of the sugar in my system long term, or something like that) dropped from 9.7 to 8.5! They want it to be between 6-7, so it's still not great, but that's, in the doctor's words, 'a phenominal drop, in such a short time;. That's what happens when I give up regular sodas. I still have to get it down more, and continue to try to lose weight, but I'm glad the change was so noticable.
-And-
2) When I got home and got online, I got talking to this 18 year old, half black/half Puerto Rican cute kid with something of hairthing who used to play soccer when he was in high school, and had the body reflecting it (muscular thighs larger than my head, bubble ass, etc) and who has a thing for red headed men. Totally worth the 45 minute drive to his house. He was more experienced than I would have expected, and his enthusiasm and eagerness bordered on desperation, but he made the most exquisite little noises. Ah, youth.
Now, if only my day continues like this until this evening and results in a victory for the Dallas Cowboys over the Washington Deadskins tonight. They say good things come in threes, so one can but hope.
POLT
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 322)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme: Hot Shirtless Guys With Beards.
POLT
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 277)...
Unconscious Mutterings
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/
I say ... and you think ... ?
1.Clay :: Pidgeon
2.Eggs :: Benedict
3.Dress :: Uniform
4.Games :: Charades
5.Drummers :: Drumsticks
6.Proud :: Mary
7.Hoisted :: Pitard
8.Feuding :: Richard Dawson
9.Itching :: Poison Ivy
10.Remain :: Stay
POLT
Drive my mini-Cooper and i"m feeling super-dooper (Part 145)...
Superman Sundays
Continug the seemingly endless theme of these Superman Undies, but also fulfilling the beard theme for this week as well.
POLT
Saturday, September 24, 2011
My baby's got a secret (Part 128)...
Secret Saturdays
These come each week from http://postsecret.blogspot.com/.
This week's theme: Beards.
POLT
Friday, September 23, 2011
In January, I met Brandon online. We talked a bit, then hooked up. It was fun. I thought there might be more. Over the next two weeks or so, while we talked everyday, I came to the conclusion I didn't want anything more serious from him, and told him so. Heard nothing from him, until two Fridays ago, when out of the blue, he emails me again. Ends up, he comes up and we hook up again. Totally unexpected.
In February, I meet Angel, and after a week of extreme passion, and red flags hanging from every possible pole, I end with him. And not in a pleasant manner. Hear nothing from him. The same Friday, after Brandon leaves, I get an email from Angel and we talk online for a bit. The next evening, he comes over and we hook up. And it's REALLY good. May be more hookups in the future, but no talk of long term anything. But it was totally random and out of the blue.
2007, Freddie and i break up after a few years of dating. Over the next three years, I have one online conversation and recieve one drunken call from him. Then earlier this year, out of the blue, he calls me. And we talk. And it's fine. And we've talked like 6 or so times since then.
Last night, he calls me to say he's on his way from Atlanta (when he had a temporary job) back home to around Albany, and that he'll be in the DC area over the weekend. Did I want to come down and have a lunch or dinner with him and catch up? Sure, why not?
But it went from lunch on Sunday, to dinner on Saturday, and then maybe going out to a club afterwards, and then maybe getting a hotel so we wouldnt have to travel after drinking, and then maybe getting a hotel in the suburbs, so Freddie wouldnt have to drive in DC, to getting a hotel somewhere inbetween where he'll be and here. And it ended up that he was coming up here to my house Saturday afternoon, we'll get something to eat, hang out, catch up and then go to the local gay bar, The Lodge. And then he'll crach here and leave Sunday morning for Philly, the next stop on his rambling, slow, take-in-the-scenery trip home.
(Freddie seems to think the Lodge will be filled with people with only half the teeth in their head, and banjo music and that there will be grasping genitalia on the dance floor and will need me as a bodyguard. Silly boy. I told him only one of those things are true.)
Does all this seem somewhat bizarre to anyone else? Three time,s out of the blue, past hookups/boyfriends have called and we've gotten together again. Do other people see their ex-for-3.5 years and catch up and let them stay overnight?
Yeah, I'm not at all sure why I even ask. Of course it's just me. It's not the situation that's bizarre, it's me.
POLT
In February, I meet Angel, and after a week of extreme passion, and red flags hanging from every possible pole, I end with him. And not in a pleasant manner. Hear nothing from him. The same Friday, after Brandon leaves, I get an email from Angel and we talk online for a bit. The next evening, he comes over and we hook up. And it's REALLY good. May be more hookups in the future, but no talk of long term anything. But it was totally random and out of the blue.
2007, Freddie and i break up after a few years of dating. Over the next three years, I have one online conversation and recieve one drunken call from him. Then earlier this year, out of the blue, he calls me. And we talk. And it's fine. And we've talked like 6 or so times since then.
Last night, he calls me to say he's on his way from Atlanta (when he had a temporary job) back home to around Albany, and that he'll be in the DC area over the weekend. Did I want to come down and have a lunch or dinner with him and catch up? Sure, why not?
But it went from lunch on Sunday, to dinner on Saturday, and then maybe going out to a club afterwards, and then maybe getting a hotel so we wouldnt have to travel after drinking, and then maybe getting a hotel in the suburbs, so Freddie wouldnt have to drive in DC, to getting a hotel somewhere inbetween where he'll be and here. And it ended up that he was coming up here to my house Saturday afternoon, we'll get something to eat, hang out, catch up and then go to the local gay bar, The Lodge. And then he'll crach here and leave Sunday morning for Philly, the next stop on his rambling, slow, take-in-the-scenery trip home.
(Freddie seems to think the Lodge will be filled with people with only half the teeth in their head, and banjo music and that there will be grasping genitalia on the dance floor and will need me as a bodyguard. Silly boy. I told him only one of those things are true.)
Does all this seem somewhat bizarre to anyone else? Three time,s out of the blue, past hookups/boyfriends have called and we've gotten together again. Do other people see their ex-for-3.5 years and catch up and let them stay overnight?
Yeah, I'm not at all sure why I even ask. Of course it's just me. It's not the situation that's bizarre, it's me.
POLT
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 286)...
Frenching Fridays
This week's theme: Bearded Kisses.
POLT
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Rita Hayworth gave good face (Part 20)...
FETCHING FACES
This guy's definitely a twink, even with the facial stubble. And instead of detracting, his stubble just makes him cuter.
Course, his most impressive feature are those lips....yowza!
POLT
A people, a tongue, and a nation (Part 26)...
LUSCIOUS LICKS
This twink too has cute stubble, and just the right amount of body hair elsewhere as well. But the best part IS the tongue, and smile. He just looks like he's be SO much fun!
POLT
If I were a hero, I'd rather be Martin Luther (Part 5)...
SUPERHERO ANYDAYS
Another beard, this time in Batman undies. He looks good in them, although I could frankly do without the random tattoos and earrings.
But with those yummy nipples, I could overlook that other stuff.
POLT
Get up and move it, to the music (Part 33)...
MOTIVATION
Oh look, another beard!
Man there are several people at work that need to learn this lesson!
POLT
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Today, well, today was perfectly dreadful.
I forgot to set my alarm last night, so instead of getting to work at roughly 8-ish I woke up at roughly 8-ish. And the entire rest of the day was just...off. Didn't feel awake. Didn't feel motivated. Every little thing that happened wasn't a little thing, I blew it up into a huge mountain of crap. Luckily, I realized early on that I was just guy-PMS'ing, so I didn't act out on anything. I didn't raise my voice, I didn't shout at anyone, I didn't throw anything, although God knows I surely wanted to. I did close my office doot and just sit in there and do paperwork. I attempted to turn on Pandora so I could have some soothing Mozart or something, BUT, Pandora apparently changed their website. And so, while I could get it this evening here at home, I got nothing at work. Which was a further irritant to a day chock full of sand in your swimsuit!
After work, though, things improved. Well once I got through all the senior citizen drivers on the road home. Mom and I went to have salads at Cafe Del Sol, and they were amazingly good. And then we came back here and after several attempts, managed to get the two back-to-back Borders bookshelves apart without damaging them. And then we rearranged the dining room to accomadate the new bookshelves.
And then I sat here and wasted time online and waching Kathy Griffin. ("Holy shitballs!" I LOVE Kathy Griffin!) So once I got off work, and the day wore on, it definitely improved. I'm hoping the improvement continues through the night and into tomorrow.
POLT
I forgot to set my alarm last night, so instead of getting to work at roughly 8-ish I woke up at roughly 8-ish. And the entire rest of the day was just...off. Didn't feel awake. Didn't feel motivated. Every little thing that happened wasn't a little thing, I blew it up into a huge mountain of crap. Luckily, I realized early on that I was just guy-PMS'ing, so I didn't act out on anything. I didn't raise my voice, I didn't shout at anyone, I didn't throw anything, although God knows I surely wanted to. I did close my office doot and just sit in there and do paperwork. I attempted to turn on Pandora so I could have some soothing Mozart or something, BUT, Pandora apparently changed their website. And so, while I could get it this evening here at home, I got nothing at work. Which was a further irritant to a day chock full of sand in your swimsuit!
After work, though, things improved. Well once I got through all the senior citizen drivers on the road home. Mom and I went to have salads at Cafe Del Sol, and they were amazingly good. And then we came back here and after several attempts, managed to get the two back-to-back Borders bookshelves apart without damaging them. And then we rearranged the dining room to accomadate the new bookshelves.
And then I sat here and wasted time online and waching Kathy Griffin. ("Holy shitballs!" I LOVE Kathy Griffin!) So once I got off work, and the day wore on, it definitely improved. I'm hoping the improvement continues through the night and into tomorrow.
POLT
Cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 191)...
Wife-Beater Wednesday
This week's theme: Just Simple White Wife-Beaters.
POLT
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Don't tell me to stop, tell the rain not to drop...
Today, after 18 years, Don't Ask, Don't Tell officially ended. And it's about 18 years too late.
And despite gays and lesbians being allowed to serve openly, and not have to lie about who they are, the world has not collapsed around our ears. Imagine that.
POLT
And despite gays and lesbians being allowed to serve openly, and not have to lie about who they are, the world has not collapsed around our ears. Imagine that.
POLT
I started playing Dungeons & Dragons back in the early 80's when I and my friends were in 8th grade, and I've been playing it on and off since then. In fact, for like 8 years straight, I played every other Sunday with a group. Haven't really played it since before my dad died in 2007.
Having said all that, this commerical just cracks me the hell up.
And people like this, by the way, is why I never LARPed.
POLT
Having said all that, this commerical just cracks me the hell up.
And people like this, by the way, is why I never LARPed.
POLT
The back your hand, somewhere on my behind (Part 78)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
This week's theme: Tooshies Laying On Sofas.
POLT
Monday, September 19, 2011
Meant to say. Wait... just one more day...
How was my day? Thanks for asking!
Mom was supposed to come down at 9:00 and help with a lot of stuff. But she woke me up a bit before 8:00. She said it might rain and so she wanted to start a little earlier. So roughly 8:30, I made it outside right as mom got there.
And then we proceeded to cut down the hedge. Part of it had grown up to like 5 or 6 feet and it made it somewhat difficult to see around it at the alley intersection. Mom and I had been talking for months about getting it down. And that's what we did. Tore it down, bundled it up with twine and set it aside to put out for the trashmen.
Then we went out front and ripped out all the flowers I had planted there. Was kinda sad to see them go after how incredibly they bloomed this year, but they were feeble looking and dying anyway in the cold. Then we moved a chair from my bedroom down and out to the front porch. The chair may be taken by some of the neighbor kids after I offered it to them, but if it's too hideous for even them to streetshop it, then I'll just put it out to the trash this week and see if someone else grabs it.
The chair was a bit too awkward for me to get through doorways and downt he stairs alone. But by the time we got it onto the first floor, both she and I were laughing. We ended up kinda flipping the chair end of end slowly down the stairs. And out the back door as well. It was crazy funny.
Then we tried to take the back-to-back bookshelves I got at Borders apart, and found we couldnt. The screws keeping it together were all too tight, and they were stripped as well. One night soon we're gonna try just sawing the screws out (yeah, dont ask) and if that doesn't work, all that's left is just tearing them apart. But my fear doing that would be that the back might splinter all the way down and make them not usable. But we'll see.
And the rest of the day...putzed around online, read my book, ate, napped...basically nothing. And now I'm settling in to watch Monday Night Football. And popping Advil to deal with the ache in my shoulders, neck and lower back. Too much scissor-clipping of the hedge, I suppose.
POLT
Mom was supposed to come down at 9:00 and help with a lot of stuff. But she woke me up a bit before 8:00. She said it might rain and so she wanted to start a little earlier. So roughly 8:30, I made it outside right as mom got there.
And then we proceeded to cut down the hedge. Part of it had grown up to like 5 or 6 feet and it made it somewhat difficult to see around it at the alley intersection. Mom and I had been talking for months about getting it down. And that's what we did. Tore it down, bundled it up with twine and set it aside to put out for the trashmen.
Then we went out front and ripped out all the flowers I had planted there. Was kinda sad to see them go after how incredibly they bloomed this year, but they were feeble looking and dying anyway in the cold. Then we moved a chair from my bedroom down and out to the front porch. The chair may be taken by some of the neighbor kids after I offered it to them, but if it's too hideous for even them to streetshop it, then I'll just put it out to the trash this week and see if someone else grabs it.
The chair was a bit too awkward for me to get through doorways and downt he stairs alone. But by the time we got it onto the first floor, both she and I were laughing. We ended up kinda flipping the chair end of end slowly down the stairs. And out the back door as well. It was crazy funny.
Then we tried to take the back-to-back bookshelves I got at Borders apart, and found we couldnt. The screws keeping it together were all too tight, and they were stripped as well. One night soon we're gonna try just sawing the screws out (yeah, dont ask) and if that doesn't work, all that's left is just tearing them apart. But my fear doing that would be that the back might splinter all the way down and make them not usable. But we'll see.
And the rest of the day...putzed around online, read my book, ate, napped...basically nothing. And now I'm settling in to watch Monday Night Football. And popping Advil to deal with the ache in my shoulders, neck and lower back. Too much scissor-clipping of the hedge, I suppose.
POLT
You're wantin my body, I don't mnd (Part 321)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme: Hot Shirtless Hairthings.
POLT
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