IT’S A BASTARD BEING OLDER AND NEGLECTED IN THE GENERAL RUN OF THINGS — NOT TO MENTION SEXUAL THINGS

I wished to start writing this about ten days ago. But events — events — supervened. No they did not. It was my procrastination and ambivalence that delayed this essay.

I still pine for Sam Whelan in an intellectual sense. I know that ship has, sadly, long since sailed, even if there was a plan for a cruise anyway.

I have been trying to maintain the connection with Matt Davis who I met in summer/fall of 2014 shortly after I had my fling with Emeric Quade. 

It’s been six years on now and Matt still seems interested. I really think that we need to have an extended weekend together. He has his dogs, of course. That does not mean that I cannot go down to his place. I do not, however, have any idea of his current living arrangements.

He is an extremely intelligent man with a hell of work ethic. I’d really like to get to know him well — sexually, ideally; but if not, just as a good friend that I can talk with every now and again.

These new text communication arrangements are ridiculous. I’ve already given the man carte blanche to drop in anytime. Just come on up. I do not go anywhere.

He’s recently told me about how he used to cruise the parks in Columbus on his bike and older guys made plays for him and he seems now to have a thing for older guys. I am now his “old man cock” and he is now my “young man cock”. Fine by me. I just want that human contact. The sexier the better. But contact most of all.

He wants to come up and have fun. Great. I’d like that as well. I hope he follows up. He’s been asking about porn. And what porn do I like. 

He likes older guys. Lucky me. Truly.

Joe S. Kersey 

Island of Peace on Alum Creek

12 December 2020