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MY CELIBATE PAD: THE HOME OF BRAWGALLANT2.
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MY CELIBATE GAY MALE APARTMENT.
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Welcome to my world of a window with a view. I am aged forty-four and very single and very non-practicing.
I have taken this apartment to live alone. I do not have a pet and do not want one.
I won an Illinois lottery about six months ago. With this money I bought a computer and have lived in cyberspace ever since.
I found that my lover had been unfaithful and decided to cut him off when I found that I did not need what he was putting me through. And I also realized that he had plans of going through my money like a pile of soiled laundry.
He is history and my life is just an half a year old on the net.
I have had one nightmarish and disasterous relationship on the internet so far and do not desire another one of those. So now I will be alone.
I will get out and chat in the community as soon as I get settled in.
Since winning the money I have become a retired florist.
I am researching my family tree on the internet. And I do volunteer work at an area hospital.
I watch very little television and I do not frequent the bars so most of my time is free.
I decorate minimalistically. My favorite color is gray. I like hunter and peach.
I have two bedrooms here and one of them is devoted to the computer. The living room and dining room is a shared area. Besides this there is the kitchen and the bath.
There is a small courtyard out back of the condo and a balcony off each of the bedrooms.
A fountain and small pool are here for my enjoyment. I am from the country and am raising tomatoes and have apple trees on the property.
Today has been a quiet trip. A stay at home day it was with no appointments to clutter it. I visited the office only briefly. And met with financial managers only for a short time.
I received no important mail. I got no calls except from a guy who wanted me to meet him up town for a service job. I told him I was no longer in the business. A friend had referred him to me.
The crazy life we at times have lived! Temptation can find us. And we can be haunted by it. But we must move on.
And write out the trail of our existence is what is left to us. And with words we make ourselves known to the world.
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MY CELIBATE GAY WORLD.
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Celibacy is everything to me now. I have no further desire for romance in my life. To live well is the best revenge.
One can not be too celibate or too rich. I am happy to be alive in the present world.
I have outlived all the mess of my past relationships. I am contented to have rediscovered myself.
I smoke cigars and enjoy my one pipe.
I do not wear expensive clothes or dine in trendy restaurants. I take my meals here at home for the most part.
Money has not changed me to any great extent.
Soon I will have finished the family history research as I have taken the ancestry back to about 1320 and the records are becoming very scarce. From this point on there is speculation back to about 1120.
It is almost midnight here and this has always been my favorite time. For awhile before the internet took me over, I did enjoy the novels of Dean Koontz.
The internet is a relentless lover. This is so only because I have allowed it to be. I am not firm and disciplined with it. I allow it too much freedom.
It keeps my fingers busy. My eyes are full of information. I merrily go about the life of a cyber junkie.
When I first connected to the net, I sat in front of the screen for five days of twenty-four/seven.
My net time is now measured in hours and not days anymore. We grow up I guess. We lose interest in obsession. The new toy gets old quickly.
And now I find myself building homepages anywhere I can find a place to construct them.
I will not have a guestbook here. They are rarely signed anyway. I will use the counter provided here. And for some reason the e-mail address does not show up at the bottom of the page here.
Each building site is different; some lack what the others provide. So it goes.
I like alot of words and few pictures. It would take some time to type 20MB, would it not?
I will not go there for now but will compose as much as I can. And see how much I can get on this page.
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MY CELIBATE UNIVERSE AND BEYOND.
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To go where no one has gone before is my desire. I feel as though the internet gives us this option.
From day to day we can and are allowed to explore new worlds, vistas, and horizons.
My mainstay computer hobby is visiting the live cam sites.
Being a member of Fortune City and a Citizen here and using the cam sites is more than enough to keep a person very busy.
Soon I will find out what the chatrooms here will be like. I have left behind me many disappointing experiences with chat servers and am hoping that I can have good times here.
I hope to meet some people from the community.
But I am much the recluse. I am a hermit bachelor in my old age. But I never seem to age. But it is true that I have had few responsibilites and this has helped not to age or mature me.
Children and grandchildren age us quickly, I feel. And as a gay male not interested in parenting, I was able to escape this.
Singlehood and quietude have left me the better for wear. Why look your age if your age has not wrinkled you?
I am content to be alone. I am with a very nice man whom I call myself. I have lived good days and bad days. I have seen storms and pleasant times.
I get on with what living offers. It has passed midnight now and I must be gone from this page for awhile. I will work and write on it from time to time.
And I shall spell out sentences here that maybe only I will read anyway. What does it matter; if it does not matter?
I am not afraid to be unread. Would be for the best. Of some things I am sure.
Good night fair fellow. Let me see you when the 'morrow comes. And let it bring sweet surprises to us. We live in the hinderland.
For now I go and in my going is the promise of sad return. For all is vanity and vexation. There is nothing neo under the sun. The stars spin us round baby round. And the moon in it's mad delight will not let us dance away from each other.
We have been partners for awhile and lovers for the space of a joyous song.
I bid adieu. The morning grass will beckon me. It is the journey work of the stars, as Whitman said.
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