Level 54 for about three more weeks.

The beginning of The Iliad, except instead of Eris casting the golden apple into the midst of the Olympians, it's me distracting my cats from a scuffle by tossing them a catnip-scented kick toy shaped like a pickle embroidered with the words "I'm kind of a big dill."

Fine weather for some Saturday afternoon outdoor bouts! F1rst Wrestling at Black Hart of St. Paul. @brownbeargaymer.com

We may have to try over and over, but eventually...

Bear with two tats.

Just because.

Bears, Beards, and Mayhem at Saturday Night Nitro! F1rst Wrestling at Mall of America. With @brownbeargaymer.com

(listening to an ad before a podcast gets going) Ad: Are you making critical financial mistakes in your final years before retirement? Me: Maybe... Ad: If you have one million dollars or more in investments... Me: *laughs so hard I cannot hear the rest of the ad*

Rearranged, you say?

54-year-old bearded guy, chonky fireplug build, pleasure-oriented, looking to be bred by strong hairy beasts. Do your best to knock me up. Werebears, Sasquatches, Werewolves, various giant-kin or other fantasy humanoid types a plus. (Extra bonus points for soft doms and/or encouraging Dad types.)

August 2014, GenCon, Indianapolis. I went from my customary full beard to this "friendly muttonchops" style. It was an interesting change of pace, but I went back to the full beard soon afterward.

Freshly groomed. 2025-08-09.

If you loan your RPG dice to a friend, you're doing them a Platonic solid.

Purple passion.

Need a strong guy to wrestle me down and breed my tight hole.

For fun, what fictional character(s) would you ship me with?

My rubber duck identifies as they/them. I particularly enjoy their strong Drag King vibes.

I'm a Minnesotan now, but I grew up in south/central Indiana. I married a guy who lived all over, but mostly grew up in SoCal. More than once, I've had to provide Redneck-to-USA-Standard translations when accents were very strong or when idioms and word choices were hard to decipher.

Friday Night Fuzz.

Still hoping for a date with a werewolf. And by "date" I mean "getting bred by".

C'mon, throw your hands in the air. Feign indifference like you just don't care.

Aphternoon photo phun.

Tuck me in?

Without downloading new pics, describe your gender in one image.

It's been months since I was last bred by a werewolf. I must remedy this situation soon.

Simulated ferocity.

POV: you're on top of me...

How big are you? 5'9" 240#

When they finally reveal The Epstein Files but the only thing inside is this:

Me: Wow, people online sure seem to hate Caillou. Why? *watches three minutes of Caillou* Me: Okay, I get it now. Ugh.

The problem with selecting candidates that do well with focus groups is that we are not the United States of Focus Groups. I appreciate the urge to be objective and data-driven, but movements are won and lost on vibes. Assuming one *wants* a movement and not endless devotion to status quo.

My "summer body" is the same as my year-round body, but with more sweat.

So, this is my fantasy twist on the usual Happy Father's Day formula... Who would like *become* a father by impregnating me? And do you feel like telling me about how you think the encounter might go?

Twin Cities area friends, especially anyone in or near Brooklyn Park, please beware. There's a gunman who is alleged to have assassinated one DFL legislator and her husband. Another DFL leg. and his wife have been shot & injured. Suspect may be impersonating law enforcement. (source: CBS news)

The right to 🐻 arms.

May 31. Happy Pride Month Eve!

Hey there, Sky Pals.

Interesting.

This handsome hunk was a commissioned work produced by the talented @quietscrappy.bsky.social! I'm very pleased with how this character turned out. Does Alexei (Red Guardian) have a secret son? (...um, perhaps secret until *now*...)

"Twink Death" is such an ugly phrase for maturation and alteration of size. Think of it as evolving, like in Pokémon. Twinkvolving.

Owen and I are in Las Vegas for Effy's Big Gay Brunch 10. We are seated pretty close to the ring.

Lazy morning.

Anyone with hands like this want to help me re-enact this scene?

Just need to find a werebeastie eager to initiate me into the club.

These guys make me swoon...

Some chest and belly showing off, plus a bit of nipple play.

He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sends a text that remind him of the war plans He sends a text that reminds him of the war crimes #Hegseth

So this is what sunshine feels like...

Simulated ferocity.

POV: you're on top of me...