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First time I lost my virginity was back in 1967 in a whorehouse in Peoria, IL.  I was with a bunch of guys on New Years Eve and we decided to drive up to this house of ill repute. I was really nervous. I was still a virgin.  My sexual experiences were mostly hand jobs from my trustworthy high school girl friend. I thought I was one of the only guys to not have done the real thing. So, we entered this prostitution house and I looked around at several available women all in negligees.They were just sitting around on display.  I saw an African American who was so hot with big tits and long legs. She kind of looked like Eartha Kitt. I pointed to her and she got up and she took me to a little room with a small bed. It did not smell good in that room but we did the deed after a little performance anxiety by me. I strutted out to my friends who were already finished with their ladies. I had a big smile on my face.We left and had some food and drinks celebrating our accomplis...

Gambling. One of the nastiest monsters of the world. Feed it and it eats your soul. Starve it and it destroys you mind. To a compulsive gambler the loss of gambling is good reason for perpetual mourning. Every ounce of desire in your body craves going back to gambling again. The adrenalin, the euphoria, the joy of knowing you will be in action is enough to inspire any gambler to gamble again no matter how much they have lost. I am not just talking about lost money. I am talking about lost health, family, friends. I am talking about losing your whole life. I have gambled for over 50 years and almost lost everything. In the last five years I have quit gambling and slowly rebuilt my life. Yet, I continue to long for my greatest friend and unconditional lover. Gambling. I was a very big gambler betting on sports, craps, blackjack. poker, and anything else I could wager on. I would win or lose thousands of dollars in one day. I figure out that I have lost w...

Can anyone comment on the outrageous price of a single Viagra tablet which now costs $36.00 at a CVS pharmacy?

I am totally frustrated with my blog. I cannot figure out how to build traffic. I have had thousands of visitors and only made three cents in December 2013. That is pathetic. I just finished reading about how to build blog traffic by #mashable and some other people. All very good ideas, I'm sure, if I knew what they were talking about. # Backlinks, hyperlinks, longtail, embedded links, seo, metatitles, and all the rest of that stuff  are all Chinese to me even though I have dedicated hundreds of hours to trying to figure out how to apply what I am reading. I want to write but want to have at least a few people read me. This is no fun. I never get any comments and I cannot even read my performance reports. I copy and paste each blog post to Twitter with a teaser that does bring a few people back to my blog. But, I have a virtual zero following. That means nobody likes it here. I have also added Google+ to confuse me further. Nobody is going there either. I think I am t...

I live in a beautiful studio apartment on the top floor of a fancy high rise in Chicago. I treasure my quiet, insulated space because I get freaked out so easily by noise, barking dogs, or any other disturbance that upsets my tranquility. It is caused by Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that causes me to interpret any intrusion as a threat to my peace of mind. Therefore, if a neighbor makes noise by playing loud music or walking loudly on the floor above I am on guard. I feel I have to confront that person about the problem that I perceived. If that person turns out to be friendly and sympathetic and apologetic I would no longer care about the noise. I would get instant relief. If it was a person who acted angry or indifferent towards my complaint then I would start obsessing about confronting that person again and again intent on getting satisfaction.. This aspect of my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD ) has led to endless anxiety and many terribl...