Re: For a Klondike Bar?

What impresses me most about your post is that you seem to have a plan for everything and everything fits in its plan nicely. You are quite prepared.

Its called a "rut." My ex-wife said that I'm like our pet cats; a creature of habit. The folks at the cafe are amazed when I grow tired of the same lunch and switch every 6 mos or so.

I do adapt pretty well to change. Change is healthy. Change brought me step-daughters. But I really hate the process of change, and I'm glad when things are settled into a routine again. Its a form of cowardice. But my earliest memories are of being risk-aversive.

I'm sort of trapped because I cannot just up and leave my family. I'm very much dependent on them. I could never make it on my own.

I am more dependent on my family than I generally let on. I've never been completely financially independent of someone. The ex-earned 2/3 more than I did during our marriage. And while I was never out to her, I can't picture getting that close again to someone who couldn't be told. So needless to say, I'm not sure what lifestyle compromises I'd have to make if I had to share living quarters with a queer-unfriendly roommate. But I'll cross that bridge if the day comes.

And K is very important to me. [ ... ] By making it clear that I am completely abstinent from sex with children and do not support it in any way, they have come to trust me enough to allow things they never would've allowed otherwise.

I'm defacto non-contact by personal preference. I think the odds are also astronomically high against any Adult Attracted Minor fancying me. That's not to say that I'm against her right to choose who she does love. But those I'm out to know that my desire for girls doesn't translate into me angling to hook-up.

Heck, I don't seem to have any Adult Attracted Adults interested in me either.

C'est la vie.

Dante