7/15/2000 -- I'm in Colorado, lately. In a grand rural setting, one busride from downtown Boulder (probably accessible to Denver too, I just haven't gone that far). The mountain spirits are LOUD. And the view is astounding. I breathe better here.

The nature of my life is changeable. I am not certain where it's going (was I ever?). If anyone's got any really great ideas, let me know. I took down my running dialogue on the basis that this page is supposed to be about polyamory, and, other than the extensive conversations I had with one lover several doomed relationships ago, there hasn't been a whole lot going on that has anything to do with polyamory, except for me finding a whole lotta men that grasp the concept, want it desperately, and are way too afraid to give it a go.

What Gaffer Wants:

A community of loving men where sensuality, spirituality, and sexuality synergize. Men whose LIVING and LOVING are not easily separable. Of diverse philosophies, we integrate to create (somewhere) a serene, rural existence. It's back to the land for me, my friends, one way or another, in the next few years. If this describes you or someone you know, please PLEASE let me know.

Gaffer wants:

Inner peace, and other men on this quest. A more natural environment. Rabbit (I'll raise 'em, you help me eat 'em (or not)) for dinner. Goats, to keep the lawn mowed. Solar power. Wind power. A waterwheel. A loving community of men, self-sufficient for their electricity needs and food supply and income (permaculture is a reality). Security. Someones to hold me when I need it, and to hold when they need. Polyfidelity. A number of trusted companions; additional insights, interactive sounding-boards. And I wanna be that for other folks, too.

I am a dreamer. I recognize this fully. --- But this recognition doesn't invalidate the dream, you know?.

Yes, I suppose I'm looking for a queer pagan hippy commune, somewhere, with nightly puppie piles on the living room floor. Anyone have the directions?

Addition, 02/16/2000:

Life can get desperately lonely. Life can get desperately depressing. We can exist through it, or we can LIVE through it. I choose to LIVE. From now on, I'm following my happiness, and the hell with the demands of my past, the hell with the demands of my family, and the hell with thinking that I can't do anything about it. So there.

On a lighter note, here's my brief discussion on "types"; Whiskers. It all comes down to whiskers for me. There's something not right, for me, about kissing upper lips that have no Whiskers. NE Ohio has lotsa bearded men, but not many of them are queer like me, and fewer of those seem to have any of the intangible aspects that I look for, in addition to hoping that a potential buddy has whiskers. It's a fetish for me; a hunger.

I'm in search of men (prefer several, prefer scruffy) as dedicated as I to personal growth and change, and are not afraid of giving their own demons a good drubbing every once in a while, for the sake of self-worth. Sensual, intellectual men who possess well-developed knowledge of themselves, and whose Life and Loving are not easily separable. A good vocabulary is a plus. And whiskers are, of course, mandatory. It's something about men being ABLE to grow them which, in turn, directly neccessitates this; part of the natural process, and shaving contradicts this (in my view). That, and it seems damn strange to me to kiss a bald upper lip (suppose that's why I'm queer). I *do* like long beards and hair, but neither are mandatory by any means. Just significant upper lip hair and a decent amount of fuzz on the cheeks.

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