A Little About
Me
The pictures right
and left above were taken in May 1999 and the one in the center
was taken in September 2000. I'm a native of Alabama and a "Baby-Boomer."
I was raised in Huntsville and lived more than half my life in
Alabama where I graduated from the University of Alabama. I have
now lived in San Francisco for 17 years. Even though I now consider
myself a Californian, I still can't shake my Southern accent;
some say they can't hear it, but most would probably disagree.
I have been told that it's genetic and can't be changed. Maybe
they're right ;-).
Why ME?
Speaking of genetics,
people often argue about the cause of homosexuality. I firmly
believe I was born this way and have memories from very early
childhood (like 3-5 years old) of what I think were sexual fantasies,
like playing outside naked with my male friends and doing things
like riding our bikes (or our tricycles) naked. There are even
pictures of me playing in my underwear. Those naked desires are
still present and I dearly love being nude in the great outdoors
(not so much on city streets, but rather in natural settings,
like on a river or a beach, in the woods or in the desert). I
prefer a good all-over tan rather than a tan line. National
Geographic was my first "dirty" magazine, like many
boys of the 50s and 60s.
My Childhood
As a child, people
often asked me if my parents named me "Carl" because
of my interest in cars. I was truly obsessed with cars as a youngster
and still like them, though not nearly as much as I was when I
was a kid. A lot of the old excitement over new cars is gone.
When I was young, every September and October was new-car introduction
time. Cars were transported to dealers under wraps, unloaded from
trucks in the middle of the night, and showroom windows were painted
over until the day they were introduced. American cars were changed
every year and had exciting styling changes. Now, they all look
very much alike and are introduced with new model-year designations
on nothing like a regular basis. I still love the cars from the
50s and 60s and could then (and am still pretty good at) identifying
the make year and model of most lines of cars, especially GM.
Funny that I now drive a Ford and love it ;-) .
"I'm Coming
Out" (thus sang Diana Ross)
Oh, boy, was this
ever an experience. All through high school, I dated girls and
seemed to like it, even though I wasn't getting as turned-on as
my friends seemed to. However, going on a double-date and seeing
the other guy making out with his girlfriend always turned me
on. I kept wanting to see him naked and hard. I noticed I was
watching the boys more than the girls. What's wrong with this
picture? Then there were those childhood fantasies I already mentioned
above. So never tell me I "chose" this lifestyle. I
firmly believe I've always been this way, even though I was unaware
for years. In college, I had a roommate who got me drunk (easy
task that took no arm-twisting) one night and we went skinny-dipping.
Then we started to play with each other. I went through a couple
of years of the old "I-was-so-drunk-last-night-I-don't-know-what-I-did"
routine. That was sometimes really true, but was more often denial
than truth. Anyway, that man and I spent seven years together
after we graduated.
When we broke
up, I moved to Atlanta and really came out. I was in a gay bar
every night, usually a disco. I became quite "loose' (watch
it ;-) ) and had quite a reputation. In fact, a bar manager, during
my stint as a bartender, called me "Whorelotta" and
it was a good fit. I managed to have a boyfriend or lover almost
constantly and orgies and three-ways were the typical way of life.
It was all fun and I have no regrets.
In 1983 I met
and fell in love/lust with a cowboy who'd left San Francisco to
get away from the intense partying. He found that Atlanta partied
as hard as (or harder than) SF, and eventually decided he wanted
to return to California. He told me he was going to go back and
I was welcome to join him. Being out of work, I decided I'd do
it. I went back to Alabama to tell my parents (lousy Christmas
present for them, I might add) that I was moving and why. So,
Bill and I loaded up a trailer and my Camaro and headed West,
sorta like the Beverly Hillbillies.
I've been here
since 1984 and generally dislike San Francisco's weather, but
otherwise love The City. Parking's always been a bitch, but you
learn to live with it and get used to the inconvenience.
Moving on...
If this was your
first stop, go ahead and take a look to see what I've done here.
Or, if you're curious about what I'm trying to accomplish, look
at:
What Are You Trying to Do?
Or, maybe you'd
like to see my Personal Galleries. Don't go there if you might
be offended by nudity!
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