Daily Confession, January 16 2026: I have a lot of icks but I try not to share them because that's rude.

Day 297 of not being dead (tzedakah edition)

Daily Confession, January 15 2026: I've had sex with a Lutheran pastor, an Episcopalian deacon, A Serbian Orthodox priest, and a rabbinical drop-out.

Day 296 of not being dead (partial sense of smell edition)

It's fucking wild to me how progressives make up AI slop or share news stories that don't even exist, when the actual verifiable truth of what the Trump regime is doing is, on its own merits, more than bad enough. You can just tell the truth. It's bad enough. Stop being 14 year old gossips.

@dansavage.bsky.social I made pineapple glazed bundt cakes for Feast of the Ass today. Just a box yellow cake where I replace the water with pineapple juice, and then mix pineapple juice with powdered sugar to glaze it. With the first 2 weeks of the year... we very much need today.

Day 295 of not being dead

Daily Confession, January 14 2026: I'm only afraid of spiders when they're in my house.

Hey guys, did you hear? Some fuckin' racist dude died. Racists will miss him real bad. But you know what? It's okay to be dead. Lots of people are!

Daily Confession, January 13 2026: I let a drunk customer crash at my place, back when I was a bartender in the early 90s, and when he tried to initiate some hanky-panky and I refused, he got angry and left. He died in a car crash that night.

Day 294 of not being dead

Day 293 of not being dead

Daily Confession, January 12 2026: In my freshman year of high school, my mom moved out for a week and stayed at a hotel to punish me for playing hooky. "You're not the only one who can go AWOL when you feel like it."

Daily Confession, January 11 2026: I did witchcraft on David Dayton in 1979 and the next day he got a nasty sunburn.

Daily Confession January 10 2026: I accidentally broke a guy's drumsticks at a rave in 1993. I met Lady Miss Kier there.

Day 292 of not being dead (big back bald spot edition)

Day 291 of not being dead (my MIL loved cows edition)

Your fave Star Trek character, wrong answers only

Daily Confession, January 9 2026: I was cured of a massive crush on a tall hairy blond guy in 1991 when i helped him pull a shower hose out of his ass that had kinked inside him. When i met him at his apartment door at 3:00am, he looked like Mickey Mouse with it trailing behind him.

Day 290 of not being dead

Daily confession, January 8 2026: a drag queen named Kelly Green tried to pick me up after falling off stage at The Triangle by asking, "Are you Greek?" I was 16.

Day 289 of not being dead

Day 288 of not being dead

Mean, old, bitter, cynical take: We eat the soggy Heated Rivalry cookie because they've had us living on crumbs for so long.

Daily confession, January 7 2026: The first time I slid my hands down the back of a guy's shirt and felt thick, silky hair between his shoulderblades, every guy I'd been with before that was evicted from my heart. (It was 1993.)

Day 287 of not being dead (covid day i don't even know edition)

Daily Confession, January 6 2026: For a six-month stint In my early 20s, I worked as a bookkeeper for a phone sex provider and occasionally worked the phones for a little extra income. They paid cash.

October Through May, Every Fucking Year

Daily Confession, January 5 2026: Throughout high school, I was in a romantic relationship with a guy seven years my senior. I'm not mad at him. He was a good time, overall. I'm mad at my parents for being cool with it.

Day 286 of not being dead #mcm

Use a GIF or vid to describe your mood today!

Day 285 of not being dead (covid day 6 edition)

Daily Confession, January 4 2026: At the end of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)," I was really mad at Richard Dreyfuss for leaving with the aliens because I loved him and he was abandoning me.

who's your favorite super-hero (without saying Batman or Spider-man

Daily Confession, January 3 2026: An AI chat bot once told me to "tone it down on the foot stuff".

Daily Confession, Jan 2 2026: I felt compelled to steal and wear my dad's work clothes to school when I was a pre-teen. Felt like drag.

Daily Confession, January 1, 2026: I stole money from an LGBTQ organization in 1989 because I was on the verge of homelessness. Never paid it back.

Wild that shit like this happens and we're all expected to just go to work and do a good capitalism like nothing is deeply wrong and terrifying.

Is it time in the civilizational cycle for people to be reminded what representative government is for by experiencing its absence? Representative government functions by introducing predictability into two important facets of life: violence and commerce. See what happens when you let it die.

Why didn't I think of that?

Day 284 of not being dead (covid day 5 edition)

Day 283 of not being dead (covid day 4 edition)

Make no mistake.

Manufactured Age of Consent. by Noam Chomsky

Take a screenshot of this GIF, and whichever new word you land on is YOUR word for 2026. Let's. Go.

Day 282 of not being dead (snow don't give a fuck about covid edition)

day one in mamdani’s new york

Quote with a GIF that depicts the energy you're going into 2026 with.

I was gonna do a voice reveal for 2026, but I have COVID and it unlike some lucky guys, being sick doesn't make my voice more appealing. Anyway, my only advice for this year is: Learn to ask for help, and learn to accept help when it is offered. You'll save yourself so much suffering.