The "Old Block" Tells All.

  The Old Block has decided to experiment with an AI Assistant today, to delve into a guilty pleasure that engages him as a reader, writer, and gamer. If you are old enough to read this blog, you are mature enough to enjoy adult visual novels, (also known as VN’s). The Old Block may also provide downloadable copies of suggested suggestive novels based on your response to today’s blog. (Please indicate whether you would prefer a male or female protagonist, to enjoy the proper point-of-view!) Play them alone, or share the love with your partner for a more intimate experience! Adult visual novels come in many categories and subcategories that offer a unique and immersive storytelling experience that caters to adult audiences. Here are just a scant few of the joys of adult visual novels: SAFE AND PRIVATE EXPLORATION Exploration of mature themes: Adult visual novels often explore complex and mature themes such as love, relationships, sexuality, and personal growth. These themes are

  He always had good intentions. He wanted to be a good man, father, and husband more than anything in the world. However, the world would not let him be. In college, the girls came on to him like flies on stink! They were so sweet, “Me gustas, hombre,” some sweet-talking Latina would say. “Gusto kita, lalaki”, he would hear from a foreign exchange student. The unsolicited daily female attention he received, went straight to his big and little heads, twisting his self-made reality from the good guy path he pursued to the passively active playboy path. Parked cars and empty office buildings became his shameless playgrounds, where he spent many hours accepting the wanton favors of loveless ladies who easily turned his head with up-skirt glances, stolen touches, and secret smooches that attested to his furtive, manly magnetism. After a time, he did not care how or why he was given this surreptitious man-power over luscious ladies, he merely embraced his gift and shared the “love” with

The abnormal combination of retirement, black-out curtains, tinted window shades, and advanced age gave birth to the W.T.I.I. Syndrome! You know you are afflicted with this dread disease when you wake up at all times of day or night, and ask out loud, “What time is it?” For me, it started about four years ago when my wife, (CMB), and I moved into our pseudo-affordable, senior get-away apartment, on the shady side of Las Vegas. We moved from Sunny San Diego so we could afford to buy a loaf of bread, and still pay our rent! Vegas living, (although considered our last resort for retirement living), has been economically consistent, and very good to us. However, the summertime “sun-sations” blast a laser-intensive hole in your cool zones and your cooling bill! Thus the shaded window screens and black-out curtains! Our apartment is so dark that the photo-sensitive nightlights never go off! (Not even in the middle of the day!), “Just the way we like it!” Technology solves a myriad of s

 No, it is not Angela Davis! And no, she is not a famous eclectic singer. Her claim to fame is not what she did but what was done to her. We shall address her as "Lady" for anonymity and privacy. My Sister-In-Law, Lady was not the most beautiful girl in her family, (but you could not have told her that), nor was she the most intelligent of all the sisters born in her rather large, southern family. Lady grew up in a peculiar time and place where old-school ideology met new-school liberalism. (The scars on her back reflected the anger and misguided love of those entrusted with her care and upbringing!) Had she been born on the West Coast, under a more structured and caring parental regime, Lady might have been a scholar or a famous activist for her people and their cause, but life had other plans for Lady! Abuse to her was synonymous with love and eventually became the only language she understood. It shaped and guided her choice of men, and permeated her corrupted sense of soc

This ragtag bunch of misfits provided 24-hour safety, security, medical assistance, and tech support for the senior residents of one of San Diego's most prestigious retirement facilities. (The Penthouse Suite is leased for a mere $10,000 per month!) This 24-acre former lemon grove featured 24/7 emergency medical care, a medical wellness center, several recreational and entertainment venues, a barber shop/beauty salon, an in-house thrift store, a formal dining facility, (with an in-house chef), a secure computer room, as well as many other healthy amenities. (They even had a venue built in Puerto Rico for the more adventurous elders!) The star of the show, (in my humble opinion), was first and foremost the “elite” security personnel who responded to every emergency call, regardless of its nature. Security Officers provided the muscle when a fallen resident needed to be safely lifted or supported until paramedics arrived. Security Officers safeguarded the entire 24-acre site via

The first article I had ever written in the 80's, sold to an international martial arts magazine. The article was written on an old manual typewriter that poked holes in the paper as I "hen-pecked" my way from start to finish. The article was inspired by two of my BFAMs, one of whom is now a legendary Capoeira Master, and the other who is now a poetic, master pastry chef! I was a super prolific writer in those days, after having majored in Commercial Art and minored in Journalism, ("Thank you, Mr. Adams and Ms. Dixon"). I wrote everything from product descriptions to novelty button slogans. I honed my writing skills by working in a one-man resume-writing office where my commercial art skills allowed me to produce creative resumes for performers, dancers, and other artistic clients. The marriage of writing and art served me well and later included music and songwriting, in my own recording studio, (FHBR Productions). I continued to write articles in local newspap