Went adventuring and saw the world early--took some chances, had more fun than I can tell here--so certain midlife yearnings aren't much of an issue for me. I'm an ex-academic, a writer and poet who paid for part of my education from work as a deck hand on Gulf tankers, where heavy labor shaped my shoulders, back and arms. Sought my fortune first in consulting and banking, now in corporate communications for a large electrical contractor--which I enjoy.
I'm a free thinking, practicing Unitarian--whatever that means. I read cookbooks for pleasure and am adventurous about food. Manage to stay fit, though my cooking habit keeps me working hard. I enjoy women for themselves and the great relief of their company. Value kindness more than anything and a tolerant, sympathetic imagination. Less inclined to hear myself talk than to listen in the pleasure of real conversation--which can be about anything. The surprises and discoveries of living, what we read what we learn. What we wish we knew better. Music--singing in a choir and playing (saxophones, clarinets--jazz and whatever my friends and I make up) are vital, dancing whenever I can. Steadfast in being at least serially monogamous, I prefer tenderness and patience in love. It is after all an art of discovery--endlessly interesting. I prefer, like Blake, to kiss the joy as it flies, thereby to taste of paradise.
Movies: The Treasure Of Sierra Madre, John Huston. Jules et Jim, by Truffaut. Smiles of a Summer Night, by Ingemar Bergman. The Third Man, by Carrol Reid. The 39 Steps by Alfred Hitchkock. La Strada, by Frederico Fellini. La Dolce Vita, also by Fellini.
Food and cooking are an important source of pleasure; I cook for recreation as well as sustenance. Creole and Italian, but really dig scratch cooking in almost any style.