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A gay man's view of the world from down Texas way
C I V I L M A R R I A G E I S A C I V I L R I G H T.A N D N O W I T ' S T H E L A W O F T H E L A N D.
And if you can't be with the one you love -- love the one you're with. There are only so many summers, babe.
Update 9/5/26: Wow, this post has gotten a shipload of views. Overnight, the count went from 725 to 9530 14,828, and more all the time. At first I thought - Damn, I was hotter than I thought. Aw, but then I remembered the f*kn video.
Oh well. If it's the vid you like, Andy and Trai have lots more to see on YT. On the other hand, if it's the pic of me in my glory days (?) you like, just stuff a bill or two in my Speedo. *Grin*
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| Beach forecast: sunny, warm, and studly. Kenneth Carson, Galveston, May 14, 1938 -- one of Walter's many friends. |
The photos record his travels, first to seaside towns, starting with Jacksonville, Fla., and westward along the Gulf Coast to Beaumont, Texas. Next he shows up in St. Petersburg, Fla., and Miami, then travels up the East Coast all the way to Norfolk, Virginia. The following year, he visits Charlotte, Birmingham, Jackson, and Dallas, then goes up to Memphis, Nashville, and Knoxville in Tennessee. And meets studly guys everywhere. And they gladly let him take their pictures!
It's obvious that Walter was good at striking up friendships wherever he went; he must have had a charming personality. The smiling young men he photographed seem to be enjoying his company, too. Apparently, nothing more is known of Walter and his friends, but the photos seem to tell a story. What do you think that story was?
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These vids were posted on the YouTube channel homosexualhistory.
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Oh, where have all the summers gone . . . ?
Où sont les sables d'antan ?
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Many and many a year ago, I remember a summer when a buddy and I would drive down to the coast every weekend to lie out on the sand, drink beer, and broil ourselves brown. We also had a workout routine we often practiced in the living room of his pad . . . but, um, not quite like this one.
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Double-click the screen to go full size; hit escape to exit.
Once again, I state what M.P. says, and he ought to know: if they're only swimming, it's not porn.
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