THEIR UNBRIDLED IMAGINATIONS

Back in 2012 I posted an essay which remarkably still snags readers. One-time readers, I'm sure, because it has NO pictures, and must inevitably disappoint them.

It had a charming and evocative title: Naked Middle Aged White Man.

A lithe Lord Byron, skinny dipping.

In it, I described obliquely what a person such as myself might look like in the hallway mirror on days off while heading toward the bathroom, intending to shave and shower. As many men do. Several times each week.

Also remarked upon was the complete absence of dim sum items, such as egg tarts. Or other delicious pastries.


I would like to remind readers that tasty things to eat are very important.
Much more than casual and incidental masculine nudity.
No matter how staggeringly handsome.



Again, no illustrations or selfies, and a not particularly detailed description, so if anyone went there looking for man-porn or a butch Adonis with which to fill their dreams, they will leave kind of pissed off.
Which was, in a way, the point.

Naked Middle Aged White Man

At regular intervals I am still naked and white. Never in mixed company, or any company whatever. Pastries are a sporadic part of my life. Along with hot cups of HK milk tea. And while I could easily imagine nudity, flaky snackipoos, and a hot beverage, being enjoyed at the same time, sofar that has not happened. It does not factor into my social life.



Most of the time I have delicious flaky baked items and HK milk tea while fully clothed. Except during hot weather, and in private, when I should be more eccentrically garbed, or not even at all.
Feel free to visualize that.




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