Am man.

I enjoy living alone.

I enjoy owning my house and keeping it clean and maintained.

I enjoy cooking at a pretty high level.

I don’t particularly enjoy doing my laundry, but it doesn’t hinder me.

I do not enjoy yardwork, so I outsource it to a landscaper.

I enjoyed being a single dad.

I enjoy watching my daughter making her way in the world.

I enjoy it when my daughter calls me to regale me with tales of her life. I enjoy it even more when she calls me for advice.

I enjoy stability.

I enjoy the silence.

I enjoy the autonomy.

I’m pretty boring.

Age has definitely begun to take its toll on my youthful looks, especially as all my remaining teeth seem to be rebelling all at once.

I do not adapt well to changes in my daily routine or my domestic environment.

I save money. I don’t much spend it.

But I enjoy traveling whenever I feel like it to wherever I feel like to see whichever friends I please.

I do not own a bidet or an electric kettle, just a dystopian stovetop kettle.

Life has repeatedly, loudly, aggressively taught me that all of this is woefully insufficient.

I am not a desirable adult.

Please, take the bear and leave me be.

I’ve never heard of this so did a little digging. I’m not sure this fits the bill of state sanctioned since the “owners” were pretty much immediately prosecuted via joint efforts of the local sheriff and the FBI then convicted of violating federal law.

While looking through this, I learned of peonage where Mae Louise Miller was released escaped from slavery in 1961. I don’t see any legal repercussions for her “owners”.

I wouldn’t say state sanctioned in her case either. Maybe state turning a blind eye.

Nonetheless, whether or not state sanctioned applies in either situation, it doesn’t diminish the horrible reality that people were being kept as chattel well into the twentieth century.

Thanks for informing me of this. I really had no idea it existed.

Women are so I don’t know what to do with it but I think I have a lot of stuff to do

What about 3D printing one?

Oh yeah. Not many secrets been us

I was able to buy a meager seven hundred square foot two bedroom house in a not great neighborhood eighteen months ago with an interest rate of 6.375%. The regular monthly payment is $1,870. Fortunately, I’m able to pay an extra $250 per week on principal so I’ll have it paid off after ten years.

It ain’t much, but I’m looking at housing security in retirement, and that feels like three quarters of the battle.

I’ll probably never be able to sell it because the buying market around here demands three thousand square feet, several hundred bedrooms, and dozens of baths.

Fuck it. My Gen z daughter can deal with it when she inherits it, fully paid off.

She makes six figures already with no student debt and feels like it’s hopeless to buy a house, so she can at least have this little hovel o’ mine.

Edit: Should I meet an untimely exit from this iteration of mortal coil before the house is paid off, I’ve got life insurance that will more than cover the remaining principal. She can then choose to take the cash or the house, which at present would still net her sixty thousand after payoff.

I have never received a dime of support from family, so I’m hell bent on getting her every advantage possible.

I’ve taken to deadpan saying, “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

Doesn’t work well with strangers, but it works with people who know me and have some level of understanding of the whole thing.

I never can decide if Snoop Dogg is an evil genius who got away with it or if he’s a great illustration that redemption can actually happen.

If the latter, we are most certainly approaching criminal justice the wrong way.

Before we talk about acquittals or dropped cases, I still feel pretty strongly that he was no angel when he was younger. Today he comes across as downright wholesome.

That’s what every map looked like when I lived in Korea. Took me a while to get used to.

The one posted by OP really took me a minute to wrap my head around.

They were overall pretty good until the owners fucked them over. Not unlike the A’s today.

Should’ve gone with Washington Senators and Cleveland Spiders. Commanders and Guardians are just never going to appeal to me.

Haven’t you people learned that you don’t f**k with cats?

On the one hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, tall, fat, thin, young, old, whatever quality, people have been happily fucking for the entire history of the species. Internet outrage at any given body type as being unacceptable is akin to virtual media eugenics and is stupid.

On the other hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, fat, tall, thin, young, old, what quality, I tire of both the media and its detractors telling me that I MUST be arbitrarily aroused by any given person because it satisfies a given narrative. This particular person is not sexually attractive to me not because of body size but because I’m old and she looks like a child to me.

Love who you want to love, fornicate with whichever consenting partner you wish. Take love where you can find it, and be happy when you can attain it.

On an unrelated note, one of my favorite lines came from Barbara Ehreinreich, though I can’t recall which book, and I’m going to heavily paraphrase as I don’t recall the exact quote: “The media was horrified to learn that elderly, wrinkled, fat couples were rolling around in bed together and enjoying it.”

I live in Texas

You guys have porn?

I think George might transcend spacetime and that it’s possible that both your show and mine are still going on somewhere in a broom closet aboard the mother ship.

I saw him live about ten years ago.

As per usual, he was about two hours late getting started. Once things got going I counted no fewer than sixty people traipsing about the stage in various stages of undress and demonstrating innumerable methods of erotic dance, including but not limited to a contortionist pimp with a dildo for a nose, all while George sat motionless on a stool in the center.

This went on for at least four hours at which point, we decided to take our leave.

As far as I know, that show is still going, never to conclude.

That shit was weird. Really weird.

Context?

I found this:

Gay Time was produced by Bally Manufacturing Co. in 1955.

Bally Manufacturing Co. released 867 machines in our database under this trade name, starting in 1930. Bally Manufacturing Co. was based in United States.

And a site with a fuller picture of the graphics

https://pinside.com/pinball/machine/gay-time

This explains her sweet dance moves

In a different comment, I talked about the difficulty I have with pronouns. It’s not because it offends me, it’s because the traditional usage is so hard wired in whatever part of my brain oversees language.