Category: postcards

sometimes postcards can be more than the very cool basic “wish you were her” sentiment, but also make you WANT to be in that place. Here, I had no idea Nova Scotia had such a cool coastline, and I would totally want to pull my boots on and jump around those rocks; then again, I had no idea the boys in Rehobeth Beach run through the woods whacking off like this young man.

sigh.

maybe i can get Rehobeth boy to run around the rocks in Nova Scotia whacking off?

which came from p-town, and which came from l-vegas?

update: well, it took this long for the spambots to see i now (occasionally) allow comments, so this morning, my first commentspam! woo-hoo!

i got this one very early in that “Postcards are VERY MUCH APPRECIATED – so so send me one!“ bit i went through about two weeks ago. I won’t share most of what was written, but i’ll tell you it was very sweet, and there’s one line I misunderstood until the 3rd time i read the card. I thought it said “69 year round”, and wasn’t sure if this was the current state of his life (nice!) or an invitation. But finally, i noticed the little ° symbol – and realized he was telling me it was 69° year round – which, of course, is nearly as niceYeah, don’t forget the things that we laughed about

if you’ve been paying attention, and i know you have, you’ve noticed i’ve been asking, well no, pleading for some postcard love. and i love postcards – giving and receiving (totally versatile here – hey! stop laughing!) and yeah, i’ve gotten 3 in just the past week alone. woo-hoo! and I’ve also been on a certain bearwebsite flirting with various boys and asking for postcards all week. then the other night, i wake up at 2 or 3 am, i don’t remember exactly when, go online, chat briefly with another bearguy and ask for a postcard, go to the fridge, and find a postcard i got some weeks ago. i re-read it, smile, and look up the guy on that website, click on his profile, take a quick read, and realize the time, and try to get back to sleep. the next night, online (surprise), looking at men (surprise) and get a message (actual surprise!) “Hey asshole, i sent you a postcard a few weeks ago, and you never thanked me!”

ruh roh! ! so i start to type, hemmna hemmna, er, um, gee, you won’t believe this but i swear just last night i took the card off the fridge to remind me to say, well, er, sorry, i guess i’m just an asshole, how can i, er, make it up to you? oh, jeez, maybe by starting to say THANKS!??!

yikes. but he was more than totally cool about it, and we chatted, about his traveling, and other stuff, and he’s even promised more postcards to my undeserving hairy ass (wait, what does that mean?) —– and by the way, he did NOT call me an asshole; too classy for that – i just occasionally embellish. excuse me while i take my ten-incher to the urinal….

– so, wanna see for yourself if i’m an asshole? send me somethin’!