I wrote this morning about daddy lovers in the gay subculture, and for my money, if I wanted a daddy’s boy, I’d choose Gavin Casalegno, whom you see here to the left. Imagine snuggling under the bed covers with him every night? Aye-yi-yi, he’s a total babe. 😉
I once wrote a short story called Daddy Lover. It appears in my anthology titled Boys Who Love Men, and here’s what the plucky main character, Bradley, says about his sexual tastes:
“I’m nineteen and queer, but I’m not attracted to guys my age. I find them shallow and insubstantial. Straight boys are fixated on sports and pussy, gay boys upon
wardrobe and hair style. My taste runs to mature men, fellows in their forties and fifties with salt and pepper hair, guys with baritone voices who speak with a confidence
only experience imparts.
“Yeah, I’m a daddy lover; I don’t know why, maybe ’cause I grew up without a father.
Pop, you bastard, how come you deserted me and Mom?”
Well, I had a good day. I got a lot of things done around here, as I prepare to leave for three weeks. And I took a three-mile walk on the beach. Now it’s 6:30 PM, and I’m about to throw a chicken breast in the oven. I’ll team it with a spinach and avocado salad, and probably watch a Netflix movie while I dine.
A lot of people are unaware of the fact that a certain percentage of young gay men don’t like guys their own age. They prefer men in their 50’s and up, and I call them “daddy lovers”. There’s even a website dedicated to these young men called Silverdaddies. I’ve met plenty of young men through that site, some of whom I still see once in a while.
I think these intra-generational relationships are becoming more common in the gay subculture, and that’s certainly welcome news for me, since I prefer the company of men younger than me. 😉
I spent a delightful evening at home, yesterday, dining on leftovers and watching the last half of a Netflix rental, The Reader, which is one hell of a film. Then I sat on my back porch and enjoyed the cool evening breeze before hitting the bed around 11:30.
To the left is a nugget of Daddy Wisdom I think every young gay man should read and take to heart. Don’t be afraid to take chances, guys. I believe it was Oscar Wilde who wrote, “In the end, the things we regret the least are what we once thought were our biggest mistakes.”
It’s actually a pleasant day outside this morning because there’s a nice breeze blowing and it doesn’t feel so stinking hot. I think the humidity’s down some, and we have some cloud cover too.
I have an easy day ahead of me. I have a minor painting project, and some correspondence to take care of. I want to take a two-mile run, here on the island, and also take a three-mile walk on the beach. I may have a date tonight, that’s in the works. But mostly I’m going to savor the last days I am spending at my home before I leave for the Far West for three weeks.