I had my share of pussy and/or relationships. I even found "the one". 2007 was my best year. I lost all that, and more, and a dozen years to Big Pharma poisons. I just turned 50 and now look like Santa. It'd be one thing if I grew fat and old with Mrs. Claus, but I didn't and I have no intentions of hooking up with a Mrs. Claus. Was/am I spoiled? I can admit it. Must I settle and be miserable? Fuck no. I'm realistic. No one stays young and sexy, not even me.

Is life over? Not yet. First I need to re-establish myself with some kind of career. If I can't be a sex object I might be able to be a success object. Perhaps then I might have a chance for some quality tail and relationship(s). I've had enough bad to know I don't want more just to get some.

At least I had my day in the sun. Many people will never ever be physically attractive, and that's not on them. But they need not be denied the proxy of porn.