This is so fun to play with.

He's so full of pizza and ice cream.

Don't talk to me or my son (a homemade, locally-roasted, anaerobic-natural-processed pink bourbon coffee tonic) ever again.

I went to the gym two days in a row. Now clap.

He's been eatin' real good.

Something thicked this way comes.

Soft tum on a Sunday evening?

He won't ever post pictures of himself but I would be remiss if I didn't post how chubby he's looking lately.

Can anyone tell me what day it is???

Lock-tober? Jock-tober? More like crock-tober the way I'm making soup.

To anyone who's ever sent me a message for me to just stop responding, I'm truly sorry. I promise it has nothing to do with you personally. I simply despise interacting online. If we were face to face I'm sure we would have lovely conversations, and I'm sure you are all lovely people.

Clothed today because I think I look cute anyway. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Being big 👍 being sunburnt 👎

Tuesday; Belly Day — Numerous folk post their pics. I enjoy them all.

Many hours wasted Looking at fat men online Drawn in by bellies

Yesterday was too hot so here's a Tummy Wednesday.

Managed doing a leg day at my old weights without causing pain or swelling in my ankle. We're back, finally, we're back.

You can always tell when someone stopped reading books after, or maybe even in, elementary school.

A very sweaty, post-gardening, Tummy Tuesday to you all. When the end comes, and society collapses, rest easy knowing I can grow you the juiciest tomato you've ever eaten.

First time back, lifting, at the gym last night after almost three months of my ankle swelling like a cantelope if I even thought about it wrong. Let's just say I have lost some progress. Oh well, guess I'll just have to keep at it.

1. Faceless charlatan with cycling personalities. 2. Russian beekeeper. 3. Pair of psy-linked goblins in a monk's robes. One was a pacifist, the other a violenceist. 4. Only cared if those in his care survived and thrived. 5.Bugs Bunny in a Pill Bug body. Maybe evil.

Fat-ass with pearl earring.

I should warn you all that I am awful at flirting and/or sexual banter. Truly horrendous. The world's worst. No one is worse at it than me. A scientific anomoly devoid of sexual energy. Experts are stumped. Non-experts are nauseated. Everyone is having a bad time. The aliens unabducted me, even.

I should have bought a cowboy hat while in was in Wyoming. Damn. Hindsight, I guess.

Mornin' there, sunshine.

Where did my beard go? And why do I have the sudden urge to call people "champ" and "sport"?

Ozempic? More like Ozem-pick me up some ice cream on your way home, baby!

What 14 hours of driving does to a person...

Truly hate to see it. At this point I have to assume you are malicious if you are still flippantly using it. Pay an artist. Learn to draw. Find real art online. Learn how to write an email. Learn proper grammar and punctuation. Go to a library and let them help you find the info you need.

Back to the gym today for the first time in two months, and oooh boy did it feel like I'd been away for two months. I am BEAT.

If someone could bring me a boatload of taco bell, that'd be great.

He'll never post Tummy Tuesdays so I'm doing it for him. Look at all this cute pudge.

The most insecure assholes amongst us are the ones making the most fuss and talking the biggest talk. They put on airs because they fear we'll see past illusions they need us to see. Confident people don't threaten others and put people down, and most importantly they're not threatened by others.

Based on the commonly (over)used tagline, "gay powers restored," which always accompanies a photo of a gay man who has just had their hairs cut, we can deduce that gay men of the modern-age function in mirrored opposite to the biblical figure, Samson. In this TED-Talk...

Having an account where I just post shirtless pics is great because it's nice to get some attention now and again, but at the same time it feels empty because I'm not getting attention for the thing I really want: making the worst jokes and puns anyone has ever heard. But that's showbiz baby.

Curse you ankle injury from keeping from lifting heavy things so these bumps on my arms get bigger and my thighs get thicker. I will never forgive you.

I can't think of a good caption. Be good to each other. Be fat. Have fun. Fight the good fight. Etc.

I'll bring the tummy if you bring the Tuesday.

He's been working on his belly shelf, can you tell?

Pretending I've got muscles to show off.

Perks of being a passenger princess on TT.

A twitch stream but it's just me reading a book, silently.

Just enjoying the view on a late, late Tummy Tuesday / early, early Wide Wednesday.

I can't tell you the number of times I've heard "man-tits" maligned in person and online. Which is honestly a shame because A: Stop maligning other peoples' bodies just because they're different than yours, B: stop maligning your own body, and C: Tits are amazing. Happy "Titty" Tues, for a change 😘

If you’re an LGB without the T/Q person, block me and fuck off.

A sleepy valentines day to you all. Today can be hard for some. Being alone on what has basically become a consumerist celebration of couples can make you feel lonelier than ever. But it can also be a celebration of different kinds of love if we let it. Platonic love. Self love. Community love.

Liked what I saw in the post-shower window reflection...

At the gym thinking about the inherent anarchy of building the body you want and being the person you want to be. Bodily autonomy is the heart of freedom, and usually one of the first rights to be infringed on, often with glowing support from all sides of the political spectrum.