66 and sexier than ever

One of the great things about getting older has been for me the progress I've made in learning to love my body for what it is rather than hate it for what it is not. I stand 5 feet, 7 inches tall and I weigh 275 lbs (down from 365 at my highest weight). I've had an eating disorder for many years, partly psychological, partly neurological; it's been more or less in remission now for some time (I go to a 12 Step program for compulsive eaters). But I've had to face the fact that it is unlikely, given my advanced age, my arthritis, and the toll my disorder has taken on my body, that I will ever have the kind of physique most gay men like.

Imagine my surprise, then, that in recent years—through websites like Daddydater and others—I've run into more and more guys who think my hairy fat body is hot. And that has caused me to start seeing my body in a whole new light. I've come to realize that I am great in bed—an attentive, caring, experienced cocksucker with an ass one athletic guy told me was "made for fucking." I like helping guys feel good, and I've come to the place where when I'm making love to someone, I feel beautiful, not ugly. And that's a miracle equivalent to the parting of the Red Sea.

Bradford Angier, in his 1960s wilderness survival manual "How To Stay Alive in the Woods," said at one point (I paraphrase), "Ladies, you worry too much about your weight. Fat feels good in bed." Enough guys appear to agree that I can accept without rancor the many guys whose tastes run otherwise.

I'm sharing all this with you all in hopes it will help those of you who feel bad about your bodies to consider the possibility that the standards of male beauty you have internalized are not the whole story. Peace!