very late 70's, 'ler, with zero experience. in my youth, I was too shy, too certain I'd be the weird one ostracized from my peers - so a lot of the loss is on my own cowardice. married a fantastic woman who will indulge me zero; point-of-fact, the last time I asked was the last time I asked because she, fantastic or no, became so angered and indignant. and, since I've never (and won't) 'step out' on her, there's, well, zero outside her, also. at this wintering of life, I don't see any path to a real-life, meaningful encounter. I live and breathe vicariously on this board and through tickling stories and comics, mainly; live-action tickling videos are bell-ringing, but not to the frequencies and tenor of stories and comics ('cause I'm weird! 😀) with the closure of mtjpub, I've recently begun to branch out to other sources (like reddit, deviantart, etc). I don't ever see an end to my interest, though; been this way for as long as I have memory and became self-aware. when I read threads like this, I'm glad to hear that others are able to actually live the things of which I've only ever dreamed; doing so means this is very real, very ... alive. live while you can and be bold about it; you get only one.
