Thank you to everyone who sent in pictures of their buns to Scott, who designed the New Year's 2000 card from the subscribers of my two e-mail lists - the Ben Boxer List for general discussion and the Ben Boxer Picture List for sharing pictures - to me. You may view the card by clicking here. I will leave it on display, if not for the entire millennium, at least until New Year's 2001. You may learn more about the e-mail lists by clicking here.

Truly, your wonderful card represents the face of love in our Silverfoxes Syndrome because on the opposing side of the bodies baring buns is the mechanism of love - the gun that fires the semen salute that bares our souls to each other in ways unknown to most men since before the beginning of time.

Yes, before time began, we were there, feasting our eyes in secret on a senior man who lived in grace and wisdom beyond the span of others in the tribe and who seldom sensed the glow his presence brought upon us. How often we came near him to offer a tender touch he needed and then passed him by for fear that he might be offended or that others might see.

There were, however, those among the seniors who saw us looking and in our guarded gaze found an answer to their own secret desire to be loved in a different way - by another man who brought with him the joy of worshipful touching and lustful thrusting they thought forever denied them again in life.

So it was in the beginning and so it will be till the end of time. We are a natural phenomenon occurring wherever man occurs. Ours is the often unseen love that "dares not speak its name," even more sequestered than common homo- or bisexuality because it involves love for the senior man, a taboo even among the gays, but, in parody of an old wartime song, I say, "Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, the long and the short and the tall...they don't know what they're missin' so let 'em go pissin' while I eat my old man ball by ball!"

Thanks for the 21-Bun Salute. Pardon me while I back up and bend over and offer you Number 22!

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