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Carlos Stranger
New Dark Humor Fiction: Hitch-Hike Baby, Part Two
The Ugly
When last we visited, I had just gotten laid by way of a friendly, frisky, pre-AIDS era hitchhike hookup. It was the only time such a thing happened during my years thumbing rides, but not for lack of offers. Unfortunately, at least for a straight guy like me, all the other offers I got after getting picked up were from men.
New Humor Fiction: Hitch-Hike Baby
Part 4 In the Odyssey of Carlos Stranger…
I did a lot of hitch-hiking around Shreveport before I got my learner’s permit and was able to drive my parent’s 1962 Buick Invicta station wagon. As a consequence, I’m probably lucky to be alive. Based on my experience, I can’t recommend thumbing rides; doing so was an absolute never-ever for my own children. While hitchhiking was something we did back in the day, due to the inherent dangers it has fallen out of favor. Does anyone hitchhike anymore?
New Humor Fiction: Driving Toward Gomorrah
Part 3 In an Ongoing Series on Sex and Love In Life’s Autumn Years
For obvious reasons, I’m opting not to include a photo with my submissions to Liberty Island. But I can truthfully assert that from the standpoint of appearances, I’m a very handsome man. I’m 6’2, with chestnut brown hair, a great physique, and intense hazel-gray eyes that have melted the hearts of many women in my day. Why disclose this? Because I’m about to delve into a topic that very handsome men seldom need to address: the need to pay for sex.
New Humor Essay: I Am Joe’s Elevated PSA
Part 2 in the Odyssey of Carlos Stranger…
In our last installment we covered how erectile dysfunction medications can give male oldsters of any age a new lease on life in the bedroom. But there’s more than reinvigorated sexuality to reckon with for previously single senior men who are for whatever reason embarking upon an intimate romantic relationship.
Following are a few random pointers, various and sundry data to guide the graying male demographic as they seek to navigate this reprised foray in to what was in their day known as “the battle of the sexes.” Note: nobody won.
New Humor Essay: Back in the Saddle
There comes a time in most men’s lives when treatment for erectile dysfunction goes from being some other poor bastard’s problem to something that must be seriously considered. Performance has become less reliable than in youthful glory days, and the underperformance has begun to affect self-esteem and intimate relationships.
Things can be especially confusing if you’ve been out of the loop, i.e. been off the market in those transitory years between steadfast rigidity and a feeling akin to trying to fold a California King foam mattress into the back of a minivan.
