Senior Disability Dating

[sirhugs]

I know I already bored you with a thread on ostomate sex, but a lot of people want more stories in the Mature category.
How about someone organizes a singles service for seniorrs, with a twist - it is focused on seniors with disabilities*.
Of course, they attract some able bodied groupies as well.

*in my conception, I was originally picturing things like ostomies , or cerebral paldy, because that is me, but I suppose it could extend to wheelchairs and walkers too. **

**the winner of the wheelchair race gets a gumjob as a prize?

 

[gunhilltrain]

I know I already bored you with a thread on ostomate sex, but a lot of people want more stories in the Mature category.
How about someone organizes a singles service for seniorrs, with a twist - it is focused on seniors with disabilities*.
Of course, they attract some able bodied groupies as well.

*in my conception, I was originally picturing things like ostomies , or cerebral paldy, because that is me, but I suppose it could extend to wheelchairs and walkers too. **

**the winner of the wheelchair race gets a gumjob as a prize?

sirhugs, you are never boring. Anyway, I'm 67, so let me try to deal with this. No, I'm not impotent - yet! But, the idea of myself and somebody my approximate age getting together . . . I'm just done with all that, the drama for one thing. So if other seniors want to keep active, good for them. But not me.

Yeah, we have Al Pacino at age 81 with his girlfriend age 28. Even if I could pull off something like that, I'd have to get my mind in line with reality and not have any illusions. "She's only with me because I am a famous actor (or whatever, musician, Bill Gates, etc.). If I was just a retired publishing company guy [which I really am] she wouldn't have a thing to do with me."

 

[LupusDei]

"She's only with me because I am a famous actor (or whatever, musician, Bill Gates, etc.). If I was just a retired publishing company guy [which I really am] she wouldn't have a thing to do with me."

One might think, but some observation in the wild has material to the contrary. Like...

***

... the old jager could barely walk since he busted his hip in a wild boar hunt (not quite one of Greek myth proportions, but plenty of noble and powerful had enjoyed his services over the decades, regardless of regime changes or gang warfare away in the capital, but nothing of that lifted him above poverty and living off the land, not that he ever cared for more), but he only retired his huntsman trade for good after accidentally shooting his own beloved dog.

While never married he had a son to his name, so long ago in his youth nobody knew what ever happened to the boy's mother anymore. Son returned from abroad failed to find wealth or adventure (learned to be a passable carpenter instead), but with his imported bride and young child he settled in town and visited rarely, barely, but still enough for the claim to the heir of the forester's hut -- whatever it was worth -- be rather clear.

For over twenty years on and off the huntsman went with the neighboring witche's niece, but, at least as far public knowledge goes, fathered neither of her two daughters. All three of them women moved away when one of said girls married into wealth and politics many winters ago (her own daughter from that affair about to graduate high school sometime now).

However, another woman from the witches house (around thirty, her lineage unclear to me) have... well, I won't be as bold and claim she had taken over in all, or what exactly they do when she visits once to trice a fortnight coming over on her bicycle and sometimes skinny dip in the river behind his yard. It might be entirely clinical or even professional between two outdoorsy people sharing knowledge, but some doubt of what her game might be is there...

***

...that's not a story idea, set in slightly fantastical world, that's a rumor from my neighborhood.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Sorry, we all seem to be talking past each other. So sirhugs brought up his senior (very senior) citizen idea, I threw in a diversion to Al Pacino, and you came up this mostly different - high fantasy? - story that does start with a crippled jaegar (I had to look it up; a huntsman, in German I suppose) in some unspecified time and place. I don't know how we can pull this into some coherent thread. Maybe your story idea should be on its own thread? Maybe older male celebrities should have their own thread.

 

[LupusDei]

Sorry, we all seem to be talking past each other. So sirhugs brought up his senior (very senior) citizen idea, I threw in a diversion to Al Pacino, and you came up this mostly different - high fantasy? - story that does start with a crippled jaegar (I had to look it up; a huntsman, in German I suppose) in some unspecified time and place. I don't know how we can pull this into some coherent thread. Maybe your story idea should be on its own thread? Maybe older male celebrities should have their own thread.

Well, as I pointed out, what I said was intended just as an example, more in line of how rather poor (even if you refuse to call my uncle ordinary) and crippled people well in their eighties seems to get what very much seems like new romance for an perverted enough observer.

My grandpa might or not have slighted said old witch as a lover. Well... well before, according to him, swimsuits were invented by communists just to screw over the world order.

And I won't neither confirm nor deny how close I knew the apprentice before her younger sister scored that city bigwig right when his political career crashed.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Well, as I pointed out, what I said was intended just as an example, more in line of how rather poor (even if you refuse to call my uncle ordinary) and crippled people well in their eighties seems to get what very much seems like new romance for an perverted enough observer.

My grandpa might or not have slighted said old witch as a lover. Well... well before, according to him, swimsuits were invented by communists just to screw over the world order.

And I won't neither confirm nor deny how close I knew the apprentice before her younger sister scored that city bigwig right when his political career crashed.

Okay, I sort of see the connection. I really digressed like crazy on that auto show thread myself. I still haven't heard from the original poster.

 

[LupusDei]

Okay, I sort of see the connection. I really digressed like crazy on that auto show thread myself. I still haven't heard from the original poster.

Well, you doubted success of senior and disabled dating program saying that's rather privilege of rich and famous, providing an example, I tried to provide a counter example, but may have dressed it a bit much. While neither might be very useful directly for the original concept, it's perhaps still rather natural connected discussion.

Off topic:

jaegar (I had to look it up; a huntsman, in German I suppose)

Yes, from German. How we use the word in Latvian, it's not simply a hunter, it's one who scouts promising hunting grounds everyday, not so much to hunt himself, but to then lead hunting parties either on behalf of an established hunting club or by contract of paying customers (such pay might then be conditional on the success of the guest).

So it's whore-ish huntsman for hire. And in uncertain times... some may think they can order game not on the books. And I don't speak merely about hunting deer with car mounted tank spotlight and fully automatic weapons either. But that's a digression too far for sure.

ETA: to clarify and preempt a possible follow up question, I don't intend to imply he may have fulfilled any, just that he might have had to deal with people who might have considered such requests. But that deer hunt method, yeah, I have seen that myself, not as participant, but from a viewpoint much too close to the deer's for comfort.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Well, you doubted success of senior and disabled dating program saying that's rather privilege of rich and famous, providing an example, I tried to provide a counter example, but may have dressed it a bit much. While neither might be very useful directly for the original concept, it's perhaps still rather natural connected discussion.

Off topic:

Yes, from German. How we use the word in Latvian, it's not simply a hunter, it's one who scouts promising hunting grounds everyday, not so much to hunt himself, but to then lead hunting parties either on behalf of an established hunting club or by contract of paying customers (such pay might then be conditional on the success of the guest).

So it's whore-ish huntsman for hire. And in uncertain times... some may think they can order game not on the books. And I don't speak merely about hunting deer with car mounted tank spotlight and fully automatic weapons either. But that's a digression too far for sure.

ETA: to clarify and preempt a possible follow up question, I don't intend to imply he may have fulfilled any, just that he might have had to deal with people who might have considered such requests. But that deer hunt method, yeah, I have seen that myself, not as participant, but from a viewpoint much too close to the deer's for comfort.

What? Oh, the Al Pacino thing. I didn't mean to say that it was a privilege for the rich and famous; my main point was that I wasn't that interested in it myself. The Pacino reference was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek. Maybe I should look at one of those mature lady sites and see if sixty-something ladies still seem appealing. Of course, those actually aren't dating sites (or apps nowadays). I don't know who is on Tinder and Bumble in any case, but from what I've heard, they are exhausting wastes of time.

Forgive me, I'm just not interested in deer hunting, either in Europe or this country, whether or not sex is involved. The only deer I've ever killed was one I hit with my car in New Jersey twenty-five years ago. If you wish to write the story, then go ahead.

 

[sirhugs]

well, this has certainly wandered in more directions than I expected.

 

[gunhilltrain]

well, this has certainly wandered in more directions than I expected.

A lot of them do. Even I do it, probably half-consciously. The original topic becomes played out, but there is always a temptation to add some vaguely related idea and run with it. It's also a good chance to do some shameless self-promotion and add a link to one's own story, whether or not it's got anything to do with the subject at hand.

 

[Carnevil9]

Yep, good old "thread drift." It's as old as the internet. Heck, it's probably older than that. As old as the first graffiti on a bathroom wall. Or the first cave painting!

 

[gunhilltrain]

Yep, good old "thread drift." It's as old as the internet. Heck, it's probably older than that. As old as the first graffiti on a bathroom wall. Or the first cave painting!

Yeah, some guy painted his hunt on the wall, and then else somebody came in and painted his hunt while insulting the one above. The first flame-war, too.

 

[Carnevil9]

Yeah, some guy painted his hunt on the wall, and then else somebody came in and painted his hunt while insulting the one above. The first flame-war, too.

Yeah, but in those days, they used real flames!

After fire was discovered, of course.

 

[sirhugs]

A lot of them do. Even I do it, probably half-consciously. The original topic becomes played out, but there is always a temptation to add some vaguely related idea and run with it. It's also a good chance to do some shameless self-promotion and add a link to one's own story, whether or not it's got anything to do with the subject at hand.

I always try to make my shameless self=promotion at leasdt vaguely related to the topic, less the miderator chastise me...er...wait a sec... I are the moderator.

 

[sirhugs]

Yeah, some guy painted his hunt on the wall, and then else somebody came in and painted his hunt while insulting the one above. The first flame-war, too.

He was compensating for the small size of his spear.

 

[gunhilltrain]

I always try to make my shameless self=promotion at leasdt vaguely related to the topic, less the miderator chastise me...er...wait a sec... I are the moderator.

"Shameless" was an exaggeration, but if one posts a link to one's own story, then that is self-promotion. But that is the whole reason Lit and other such sites exist. If we just wanted to keep our thoughts on our computers, then we wouldn't post them online. But since we do, we might as well get as many readers as we can can.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Yeah, but in those days, they used real flames!

After fire was discovered, of course.

I'm taking a guess here, but in hunter-gatherer days it was probably best to take out one's violent tendencies on other villages/tribes/clans. Doing it within one's own - although it probably happened at times - could get you exiled, at least. But someone else has said on here said that in rural Africa, the village elders will try to negotiate disputes before taking more drastic measures.

 

[LupusDei]

Yeah, some guy painted his hunt on the wall, and then else somebody came in and painted his hunt while insulting the one above. The first flame-war, too.

Yeah, but in those days, they used real flames!

After fire was discovered, of course.

He was compensating for the small size of his spear.

Current academic thinking goes that the cave paintings were rather done before the hunt, depicting the ideal future and thus soliciting good fortune for the action, and reused in that role for prolonged periods, effectively turning into an altair over time. But some cavemen twitter interactions could easily have taken place there, why not.

 

[sirhugs]

Current academic thinking goes that the cave paintings were rather done before the hunt, depicting the ideal future and thus soliciting good fortune for the action, and reused in that role for prolonged periods, effectively turning into an altair over time. But some cavemen twitter interactions could easily have taken place there, why not.

I wonder if the cave women complained that the guys were setting a bad example and next thing they knew the kids would be writing on the walls with their crayons.

I can hear the echo through the ages "You had better clean that off, Ugh."
"Sure, just as soon as someone invents the Magic Eraser."

Does Mrs. Ugh try semen as paint remover?

 

[gunhilltrain]

I wonder if the cave women complained that the guys were setting a bad example and next thing they knew the kids would be writing on the walls with their crayons.

I can hear the echo through the ages "You had better clean that off, Ugh."
"Sure, just as soon as someone invents the Magic Eraser."

Does Mrs. Ugh try semen as paint remover?

That actually happened to me in an apartment where my daughter lived from ages zero to three. (She just turned 31 this August.) So she wrote quite a bit with crayons on one of the walls. And you can't clean that off; even painting over it may not work if the colors bleed through. You've got to scrap the old paint off. So the landlord took some money out of our security deposit just before we left.

I suspect semen won't work, but I never tried it.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Current academic thinking goes that the cave paintings were rather done before the hunt, depicting the ideal future and thus soliciting good fortune for the action, and reused in that role for prolonged periods, effectively turning into an altair over time. But some cavemen twitter interactions could easily have taken place there, why not.

Talk about thread drift. I'm not an anthropologist, but how old are these paintings? Possibly these academics are engaging in some high-level guessing. What evidence do they offer? (I know, I asked, and now you're going to tell me.)

 

[LupusDei]

Talk about thread drift. I'm not an anthropologist, but how old are these paintings? Possibly these academics are engaging in some high-level guessing. What evidence do they offer? (I know, I asked, and now you're going to tell me.)

I'm not an anthropologist nor an archeologist either, so I can't in fact provide authoritative and comprehensive answers, but I maintain superficial interest and have ear out for bits and scraps I may randomly stumble upon.

Archeology however had come long way from crude tomb raiding for valuables to teaching criminal investigators a thing or two. And in modern times, the methods overlap quite a bit between the two, archeologists only like to investigate murders that happened hundreds and thousands of years ago for the fun of it, and some of those stories revealed are very interesting.

Those cave paintings, the most fascinating sort, they are really, really, really old. Tens, many tens of thousands years old.

As a rather approximate species of an animal we are here for no less than two million years, and no less than the last hundred thousand, at very least eighty thousand years we make jewelry, decorate clothes, paint and do art in general, gift flowers, honor the dead and do much of the seemingly irrelevant irrational things that really make humans people in our own understanding.

Even if we almost certainly speak much faster now than back then, the real differences likely aren't anywhere near like the popular stereotypes. Those who did that art were very much people. And as hunter-gatherers they more often than not lived healthy long lives and had ample free time, in stark contrast to the suffering brought by complex social structures the agricultural revolution enabled much later, ten, twelve thousand years ago.

Cave paintings, yes, there's a strong and easily understandable technical bias that most of the best preserved and interesting examples are in spaces that are hard to access. And it's not routinely a case where the access got blocked at same later times, quite a few of those places have always been that way.

It could have been cheap sensationalism, but I remember alleged controversy that in one of such caves there's wasn't nearly enough if any signs of sooth marks there should have been from open flame torches, rising questions how the artists illuminated their work. But the point is, not every one of those were on someone's living room wall, even if some may have been not that far behind the kitchen, nor served for a billboard, but rather, at least same of those we know about were in off the way spots seemingly deliberately hidden away.

The quality of the artworks themselves are all over the place, from rather naive stick figures to seriously talented impressionism with admirable realism and sense of proportion and motion, but yes, animals and hunting scenes are a prominent theme.

Again, those artists were humans, clever, knowledgeable, creative and irrational people with complex culture, any speculation about the circumstances those artworks were created, even less on any underlying motivation is just that, rather wild speculation trying to create and structure uniform narratives that may or may not been there at all, based to a large extent on little more than one's creative reading of someone's else artwork.

We try, oftentimes indeed much too hard, to find sense and purpose and patterns in what's likely unstructured chaos, not necessarily at the time of the original creation -- sure, every one of those creators had personal purpose to do it, even if none other than shorting time during a thunderstorm -- but in the layers, variety and availability of evidence we can gather.

History -- life -- doesn't work that way, it is messy, arbitrary and pivot as easily on unhinged individual whims as on major social trends, but we need that structured narrative, a story, to tell others what we have learned. It doesn't need to claim absolute truth, it would be absurd to try, but ideas have power to capture and shape further perceptions.

So yes, if you're indeed interested in case studies and reasoning behind the claim I threw, based likely on some third level reflection, you will have to go find some and research the research yourself, because I'm too lazy to do so right now for you.

 

[sirhugs]

so ... sex story involving the senior citizen cave painter they revere because if his pigments?

 

[LupusDei]

so ... sex story involving the senior citizen cave painter they revere because if his pigments?

What about...

Modern times, the old disabled guy has discovered and widened entrance from his basement into a cave. He loves the space for it being cool and he can't afford ac. He's seen and meditated upon the paintings there, and unconcerned vandalized an uncovered space on the wall to try and copy/reenact some himself (perhaps? using some pigments that... well, that's maybe a bit into too weird a niche fetish territory).

There's a pool in the depth of the cave connecting it to the river nearby. Maybe he use that pool too sometimes? But it might not be easy to access for him, especially now when due to drought the level is so low. And we also have to establish some faint presence of natural light, probably more than said pond alone can carry through the underwater connection, for purposes...

An anthropology expedition decides to take advantage of the draught to study some other petroglyphs on the banks of said river.

She (a scientist? an intern? support staff?), while secretly from others skinny dipping in the waterfall's pond notice the entrance now within reach due to low water, and recklessly decide to dive into it to explore. Emerging into the cave proper her attention is soon caught by the fresh paintings on the wall. She's too fascinated to notice his presence, at first...

 

[sirhugs]

What about...

Modern times, the old disabled guy has discovered and widened entrance from his basement into a cave. He loves the space for it being cool and he can't afford ac. He's seen and meditated upon the paintings there, and unconcerned vandalized an uncovered space on the wall to try and copy/reenact some himself (perhaps? using some pigments that... well, that's maybe a bit into too weird a niche fetish territory).

There's a pool in the depth of the cave connecting it to the river nearby. Maybe he use that pool too sometimes? But it might not be easy to access for him, especially now when due to drought the level is so low. And we also have to establish some faint presence of natural light, probably more than said pond alone can carry through the underwater connection, for purposes...

An anthropology expedition decides to take advantage of the draught to study some other petroglyphs on the banks of said river.

She (a scientist? an intern? support staff?), while secretly from others skinny dipping in the waterfall's pond notice the entrance now within reach due to low water, and recklessly decide to dive into it to explore. Emerging into the cave proper her attention is soon caught by the fresh paintings on the wall. She's too fascinated to notice his presence, at first...

maybe he is trying to install a cool wine cellar- when he breaks through the existing wall, he discovers a void that links to the river/archeology dig?