Advice to Cougars

 

In conclusion:  Advice to you Cougars out there! You have a CAT – Let it OUT OF THE BAG!

Stop letting people use you because they think you’re over the hill: baby sitting services is the biggest. Stop using yourself thinking you’re finished – don’t ‘give up.’ Do not go ‘out to pasture,’ like sitting there knitting, working the garden, bingo, anything the old ladies do. No senior citizen activities. If you give in to this type of thinking, you stay in that realm, break out of this prison!

Dress beautifully; show what you’ve got however little or much it is. Show your best features, hide the bad stuff. Get your hair fixed, no grey – if it’s grey make it blonde, not dark, as the grey growing out will look awful. Or wear a wig.

Look the part & young men will notice you & believe you might be available. Your appearance could say ‘I’m single,’ – it’s an advertisement. Married women go to pot, wear ugly, baggy clothes, no makeup, like they don’t care – they snatched a guy & that’s it, no more seduction. Meanwhile their husband is eyeing the beauties at work, all fixed, dolled up, beautiful clothes, hair & makeup. He sees this eye candy every day, comes home to an ugly mess, ugh, loses his hardon.

Like one fat women who placed a fake picture in personals said,

“I know you men are shallow so I put that picture.”

Lol, they are shallow as nail polish but not as bright.

 

$$$ Issues & Sex - Don’t Delude Yourself! 

          The darker side of the picture: The fact that they have sex with you doesn’t mean they love you or even have warm feelings. Killers have sex with their victims before they do them in.

 And the days of you being young & them jumping through hoops – {when they were old & less than you} – are over. Right now you’re the old one - & they’re not willing to help or support you. The worst of them are looking to use you beyond sex. They now want YOU to jump through hoops, & if you allow it, that’s what will happen. It’ll be gimme’ gimme’, I need this, I need that. What a bright boy I am, with just a few thousand bucks, I could start this business & money will come rolling in, & I’ll be independent, & I’ll give you money too {lol.}

If you get involved with modeling these guys are picture whores. They get on internet sites & are hired by queers who pay them for sex. So if you get on there they think you’ll do the same!

And most of them sex wise aren’t worth anything – they don’t know how to ‘make love.’ Of the models I did it with, only one was good at it, & he was one of the oldest, late 30’s. It was the ENERGY. A young man hasn’t the psychological, spiritual ENERGY to project toward you. He’s EMPTY - devoid of inner strength, a ‘zombie’ - like a machine.

What young guys have is beauty & 5 orgasms a day. Beyond that most are empty. They haven’t been trained in the school / art of love – certainly not romance – this is a ballgame most have never played. So don’t expect much!

As I think back to the models 99% of what I got out of it was the images – sex wise I’d call it was near zero.

As far as personals & locals I made it with, the scorecard was pitiful. Why? Good question. People are pitiful. They are the walking wounded, many were abused to make matters worse; the majority of young males are damaged, confused, insensitive, ignorant & have little to no virtue. This is what you will meet {people do improve with age if they follow the good road, if they stay on the bad road they become worse}.

If you’re looking for love you’re looking to take blood out of a stone! Not saying it’s impossible. I did meet a couple guys that I believe were capable of love, but we were passing ships in the night. One Caucasian was a psychologist, only 26. He had feelings, he was sensitive. I felt sorry for him as his friends told him NOT to bring a jacket & it was freezing outside!  Handsome, too, but I never saw him again. He described how he’d been abused by a priest, but he wasn’t bitter, he had a good heart {that’s the main thing-the heart-a demon could be intelligent, have good manners, even be a ‘good’ lover of sorts, but if he’s a demon he’s rotten at the core.} He was so polite he opened the driver door when we stopped.

And don’t go by manners – reminds me of a ‘model’ – black – who also had perfect manners, he also opened the driver door for me. He said he’d been to some sort of school where they drilled the kids for this. He was ‘elite’ on the outside, but inside a sewer. {And I never used even one of his images, he was so ugly – the first guy I hired – red flags all over the place, photo shopped images on the site – he bragged abut being a thief – but I was too green to see it before he arrived.}  Don’t go by outside façade, God judges the heart, the heart is everything. You can be fooled by the mask for a while, hopefully sooner than later, the mask comes off.

This lifestyle will be a challenge. If I say don’t give them money or clothes, it’ll be do as I say, not as I did as I’m a giver. Once you give something it presents the temptation to want more; most give in to this – you being the giver. But William Bond says women give too much love – they must teach men to give & to love.

There isn’t any absolute answer. You’ll play it by ear, learn by mistakes. You’ll make lots of mistakes – that I guarantee, & you’ll get into sticky, tightrope situations, & you’ll be in danger, as young men are loose cannons. At best this will be a roller coaster ride.

But basically this is the scenario: Unless you just have sex, then good bye Charlie – if they hang around or move in with you & you gave them substance – it’ll be a pattern. The best way to stop it is not to start, within reason. I mean I know a rich Scandinavian who took a poor black guy out for his birthday - & made him pay the bill. That’s going too far, be neither a scrooge nor a wastrel. On Holidays you can give gifts, not all the time like I did! One creep, every time we went by a clothing store I’d go in & buy him something beautiful. My reward was his contempt & after a time all the clothes {he told me} were given away for drugs.

Bottom line: If it’s so bad, why do it? Adventure. My experiences were as explained. Yours might be different. You’re another person, your contacts will be other men. One never knows what to expect. Lots of things are fraught with danger & the unknown.

But let’s get one thing clear: this is not gold digging. Gold diggers look for old, rich men. You’re looking for young, handsome guys. It’s the opposite. You become the old rich person {even if you are not rich per se, but have a job, savings, a good pension, you’ll have more than most of them.} This is generalizing. There is a difference between old man & woman. Women are maternal, have a love energy most men have not. This has value. Old men are as selfish as young & have little to no love. It’s how men are.

So what we have here is the value of adventure & freedom – seeking something you hope to find but might not. Look at the explorers & mountain climbers. Mt. Everest is dangerous, & yet, it’s a huge business of mostly men going up there. The crevices are so threatening even Sherpa guides have died. It’s frightening & costs big bucks, & yet, why do they do it?

Why did they explore the North & South Pole & Antarctica? To learn something, but mostly adventure. Those who go to these places gain fame, sometimes fortune, are usually admired, but at the risk of their lives.

If you look at it that way, it could be worth it. Keep a diary. If I had kept one I could have made ten books out of this. But I didn’t, no way I could set aside the time as I had work to do besides this – my wildlife feeding project, for instance.

On the weekends I went to obey God’s call – “stop suffering, quit the celibacy & have fun.” But all week I had a wildlife feeding station where I provided 30-40 bs of food for animals a day.  The private forest feeding station behind my house from Spring to December was a Beast-aurant for everything in the woods, including bears. Once I came out with a bowl of sweets surrounded by six Teddies, 3 very close, 3 slightly farther, but all within a 10’ radius. I kept my composure & nothing happened, they just waited for me to put down the food. The trusted me, I trusted them, so without fear there was calm. One did get a bit impetuous – Scarface I called him as he had a big one crossing his nose – he thrust his paw on my bowl & knocked out a portion before the other guys could get it.

And besides that, I am a writer-researcher so I work on the internet. Pursuit of young males was constant but not all I did.

As far as sex or dating that was curtailed when the bars closed during Covid. After it all normalized I asked God what did She want me to do nwk keep looking for guys or forget it? What was I allowed to do?  I had not asked her my status all those years – like the celibacy, I thought it would go on forever but it didn’t, then this next action I also continued & figured God would tell me when to stop. But God never appeared. So finally I asked Her, what am I allowed to do?  She said,

“You are free, if you want to have sex you can, if you don’t want to you don’t have to.”

And even though I no longer go ‘downtown’ when I am out males of all ages do approach me & sometimes wait for me in parking lots. I shall keep the outcomes a mystery.

So Good Luck & God be with you on this adventure.   {End}