NO FATS----------------------------------------NO FEMS

I've worn this T-shirt most of my life--and meant it.   Even when, say, past fifty years of age, while of course as butch as I ever was, I was no longer slim and muscular.  Even so, while grateful for those surprisingly numerous young slender, masculine gerontophiliacs who are willing to settle for only just masculine in their sex-partners, I think back on those happy times when we were both both slim and masculine, and I gotta say we were better then.  Way better.

Think of Nikòs, a Greek boy of twenty-five summers, same as me then, whose muscles seemed, like his abundant curly hair, and his heart-stoppingly noble profile, to have been sculpted by Praxiteles, and who was as smitten with my twenty-five-year-old exquisitely lanky "nordic" thighs and abdominals as I was with his sublimely Greek thighs and abdominals--how our cocks, without our touching them seemed to fit together like old friends.  Both of us coming together three times in a row.  It takes two of you enraptured with one another's beauty to do that.

Fat fems have no idea.