denguy150

Grew up on a farm and I have a faint - but also powerful - memory of following my dad and our dog down a farm lane as he checked on the electric fences. (To clarify, it was my dad and not the dog who was checking!) I was 3 or 4 as we didn't have any cattle any later than that. Interestingly, it is quite literally the only real "dad-son" interaction or memory I have as my dad was a very troubled, likely deeply depressed alcoholic who had absolutely no means of acting as a real father, though he was a overall decent man.

I don't go as often as I used to because my 70 pound dog generally submits, rolls over on his back and sometimes pees himself with other dogs;) But I've always loved the dog parks, possibly more than my two mutts. I like people watching, interacting with the dogs and watching the pure joy and goofiness of dogs running around just being dogs. Definitely need to keep them vaccinated and yes, occasionally there is a weird owner or a dog that isn't socialized very well, but in my experience it's been pretty rare. I live in Denver so along with weed and craft beers, going to one of the dozens of dog parks is pretty much a given;)

In college I spent a summer backpacking around Europe with a friend. We were staying at a hostel on the Greek island of Santorini and spending days at the beach. My friend had hurt his ankle and was stuck resting in the hostel for a couple day while I explored. I was walking around the town and passed a really handsome man - long dark hair and a thick mustache, probably mid-thirties - and we smiled and nodded, that was it. Maybe an hour later, we passed again coming out of a shop and we kind of chuckled and said hello again. I was definitely not inexperienced sexually, but still pretty naive as to picking up on clues, especially outside of the US. Next day I'm on the beach, packed with tourists. I look down the beach and spot this same man in the crowd of towels and umbrellas! He's looking my way and gives a wave and a smile. He walks through all the people and when he gets to me practically jumps on to the edge of my towel because he was burning his feet on the dark sand! He's wearing a blue speedo and has a beautiful hairy chest. He was from Italy, a teacher/professor, married and was named Antonio. He spoke no English and I spoke no Italian so we communicated in the few words of French we both knew. We headed to the water together and basically stared at each other and got horny since we couldn't really discuss anything;) We headed to a sort of tent that tourists could rent further up the beach and had a lot of really sweaty fun, kissing, tons of body contact and yeah...sucking each other...like it was the first time for both of us!

I love when guys in porn keep their back hair, and not just hairy guy porn or bear porn. There's something so sexy about being natural and real and confident. Diego Sans, who is one fucking gorgeous hairy man, let his back fur grow out and it just added to his sexiness.

I can't say I have a foot fetish, but I always check out a guy's feet to see how hairy or smooth they may be. And a man in jeans, barefoot, with a bit of furry ankle showing? Fucking perfect;)

I love body hair of every kind and natural is best. If a guy has two hairs on his chest...keep em! If I can grab a handful of back fur...awesome!

Joan Rivers - starting back as a kid in the 70's until she passed away, I just couldn't stand her schtick; it was painful and unfunny to me, though obviously there was a skill there that many people loved. I actually liked her better, though I rarely watched her, when she hosted her own late night show. Jody Foster - I like her movies, I really respect her as an actress and her roles. but there's something about her manner of speaking, even in interviews, that makes me uncomfortable and I have to mentally set it aside when I watch her act. John Ritter - Maybe I just never got over the horrible overacting from Three's Company, but he never seemed real to me, always trying to hard.