Steve: Hi, my name is Nathan Reynolds-Dowager, but my friends call me Delicate Mr. Nate and you should too, now that we’re sharing this beautiful moment together. The truth is… I’m known for my extreme sensitivity towards all beautiful things and that’s why I surround myself with colorful patterns, artistic objects, tasteful furniture, and glistening, showcase-quality musical instruments.
Living here, in this paradise, I have become lonely. My sensitive, darling penis is erect most of the time these days, just waiting to share.
My perfect evening of romance would involve a satisfying dinner of meat loaf and lima beans in the velvety comfort of my plush, quilted bedding. Afterwards maybe we’d watch reruns of Silver Spoons, or maybe I’d play something soothing and folksy on my trumpet. You could run your fingers through my hairpiece, or sweetly tickle my nippies and make me giggle with innocent glee.
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If this is where we’re all headed in say, 20-30 years, just shoot me now! This guy reminds me of Edward Hibbert, the stage actor who also played a supporting character (that fey culture vulture Gil Chesterton) on TV’s Frazier. Note the matching ID bracelet and necklace, not to mention the watchband. One wonders if he has a similar piece of jewelry placed around his “other” extremity? The decor seems to say, “I have money but no love” and the harpsicord (it’s too narrow to be a piano) and silver trumpet raise the question: who will play MY instrument? As for the man himself, nothing screams “I am 60, going on 17″ like the Miss Clairol #102 ash blond atop his head (and brows, and ?). Finally, is that a flashlight on the windowsill, or something even more practical?
Sadly, I don’t think thats a hairpiece. It is, instead, a comb-over I fear…
…that’s my Geometry Teacher…
That room looks like how I imagine Barbra Streisand’s room in a nursing home would be furnished and decorated. Except that she’d have pictures of her younger self everywhere.
Those chairs are hideous. I can’t decide if the fact that the salmon-y colored pleather fake-deco monstrosities are also recliners makes them all the worse, or if that’s to be accepted as an eventuality: “Of course they recline. What did you expect?”
Is there a magazine rack just out of the frame filled with a careful arrangement of “Country Living” and “Cat Fancy?” Perhaps an Ethan Allen side table topped with poodle figurines and a pressed-glass bowl filled with hard candies?
Where exactly does one find wall-to-wall carpet in a faux-Persian design? It looks like the sort of carpeting they use in hotels, casinos and the cafeteria-style restaurants frequented by retirees–favored by such establishments because it’s indestructibility and because the busy patterns hide the dirt so well.
Why do gay men so often have the exact same tastes in furnishings and decor as little old ladies?
I have a sad feeling when I see the fertility goddess statue in the background. She doesn’t seem to be doing her job. Heck even his orchids are looking quite un-fertile. Perhaps if she wasn’t placed between the two salmon colored recliners she would be more forthcoming with the joys of sex. So this artfully posed moppet is forced having to ply his wares on-line because of her placement. Alas….
Does anyone remember the scene in American Pie that involves the trumpet? bad visions are coming to my mind… please make them stop.
Help?
I am more then certain that the Carlton 120 cigarette has been photoshopped out of the image. Had the camera been held a bit higher, I’m pretty sure we would have seen the dollies on the ‘piano’.
“I’ve shaved my bush, I coiffed my hair, I tanned my body the perfect pink hue to match my chair, I’ve tweaked my nipples, I have my gold jewelry on and I will just casually look over my right shoulder while my right leg goes NUMB on the floor!”
What I LOVE about her is that she is Not REALLY sitting on the area rug & letting her pucker hole touch the floor. A LADY would NEVER do that! He is merely sitting on the heel of the foot of his folded leg and has the other leg at the ready to jump up just in case someone rings the bell. I’ve seen him in The Exorcist. He was Ellen Burstyn’s drunk director guest who was thrown down the back steps in her Georgetown Apt. It’s not easy keeping a hardon when you’re balancing on one leg.
would like to contact Nathan Reynolds (Mr.Nate) how can i reach him..thanks