I have spent entirely far too much of my life too shy to admit what I really what or be freely who I am openly. I still do, but at least now I’m aware of it.

Thank you 🥵 😊

I can’t say anything to people that know us, because it’s not official yet. I can’t say anything to people that don’t know us for reasons. But my wife got some good job related news today and I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF THIS WOMAN. I’ve never known anyone that deserves the good more than her.

I did not know that I needed the existence of a horny Muppet. Thank you, Pepe, for being the king prawn I needed in these dark times. 😂 😂 😂

If you haven’t seen it, recommend the Alabama Solution documentary on HBO. About the injustices in Alabama prison system (and the US in general). Powerful, moving, maybe unsurprising if you’ve been paying attention. I don’t know how people can see this and not care.

I have to say, I’m getting better at making good burgers at home. I’m not ready to open a food truck, but I’d be proud to serve others. Simple smash burger, local seasoning company (plus good salt and pepper), griddled well on a gas grill and finished on the direct flame to give a little extra.

Overwhelming sadness and anxiety this week. For no real reason. Just wanting to disappear into filth and pleasure, but having a hard time staying in any one particular headspace for long enough. Moments of pleasure replaced immediately by feelings that I don’t deserve good.

I could never be A. Anyone want to help me figure out which of the other three fit me best? I do love to explore options.

Can I just eat you out until you come on my face? But like, as friends?

Rewatching the Bad bunny halftime show and continue to be amazed at how much meaning he packed into one show. AND the music is AWESOME.

I’m giving myself 30 min. Then I’ll clean up, get dressed, and get to work. Deal?

I’m not great at time management, but I *am* great at taking breaks during work conferences to masturbate mid day back in my hotel room. 🤷‍♂️

Tl;dr: Privileged white mansplains why Bad Bunny matters without acknowledging how ridiculous I am.

I had a hard time watching the Super Bowl halftime show. Not for that reason. Because I had tears in my eyes. Tears of pride. Of joy. Of love. Of hope? Maybe.

Trying to find the motivation to get my day started, but I can’t help but stay in bed lazily playing with myself wishing you were here.

Traveling for work again this week. I love that my job allows me to (and pays for me to) do this. I’ll try to bring some sunshine and heat to the East. ☀️

Debi tirar mas fotos De cuando te tuve Debi darte mas besos Y abrazos las veces que pude

This is correct.

Porn without sound? I don’t want it. Let me hear it. All of it.

Yourself, but as a cartoon (Ignoring recent moods and state of affairs) (Also, basically the same mood sitting down to a meal, or settling down between your legs 😏)

A reminder I could use most days.

I don't know, you know? I-- I'm just dealing with the terror of knowing what this world is about, you know? Watching a few good friends screaming to let them out. David Bowie, by way of Ted Lasso (Also me these days)

Mostly wizard. Also Barbarian. I do think that makes sense.

I’m going to just cook my way through the sad. Sheet pan kimchi noodles for week lunches Home made foccacia and aglio e olio pasta for tonight Meal prep some quinoa and veggies for quick weeknight stir fry meals Salads ready to go for backup if I get lazy mid week. And a cake to top it off.

Having one of those days (years?) where I know there are certain things that would help my impending doom-focused mood. An orgasm A workout Getting work projects done Getting house projects done But my mood is so shit I’m having a hard time imagining any of them.

Hold me tighter.

Any friends of yours I should be following? I always appreciate recommendations of like minded people (perverts, leftists, hotties, ne’er do wells, etc.)

Hotel hot tub is FULL, so I will not be doing that despite how good it would feel. I’m not trying to be the creepy old man in a soup of college kids. Shower beer it is. Now if someone could call me when/if the tub empties out.

Reminders:

Ski pics on snap, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Good morning, friends.

I don’t know much about sake, but I can honestly say I just tasted my favorite one I’ve ever tried. And it’s made in Utah, of all places! 🤷‍♂️

Sometimes I see my face and beard in the mirror and see Noah Wylie in the Pitt. Most days I see Jim Gaffigan. No disrespect to JG, but there’s certainly one I wish I looked a bit more like. (But also, how freaking good is The Pitt?)

Ok, I guess that’s enough of a break. I’m here again.

I’m not here. But I wish I was where she writes…

Bravo 👏

In the mood to just lounge in bed, together. Scrolling through porn, sharing the things and people that catch our eyes. Lazily exploring each others bodies and letting tension slowly build. Asking for what we need and receiving it. Feeling safe. Trusted. Eventually cum drunk and sleepy. ♥️

Today I and everyday I am: Grateful for Vaccines Grateful for Science Grateful for Public Health Workers Grateful for Doctors Grateful for Nurses Grateful for Scientists Grateful for everyone whose job has been a little harder to do especially this year, yet who keep showing up. #Thanksgiving

I’m thankful for this space in my life, even when I’m taking breaks from it. Thanks for letting me be my degenerate, lustful, and honest self here. Thanks for being yourselves here as well. I truly wish good things for you.

If you see me online before January (like now) it’s probably because I’m horny and playing with myself. (Like now) Do what you will with that information.

Current obsession: these drawings 🥵

Relatable 😂

I love sharing art with my friends who want it 😂

Some days, the horn is so heavy. I can feel my body humming with the energy. And then… A picture posted. A story in posts. A subtle graze of my hand across my pants. Instant, and obvious arousal. I need to chill. For now.

Stare into my eyes as you lose control and I was absolutely unravel 🥵

I hope something good happens in your world today.

“Whatever my last thought is before I die…I just hope it’s a good one”

I’m a hairy guy, and I’m mostly comfortable with that. But there are some days I miss the days of shaved, muscled and veiny forearms, smoothly shaved calves with perpetual muscle pump.

Starting my day with an orgasm seemed…necessary. Hopefully it helps me focus a bit more today. 🤞

Sit (and I cannot stress this enough) on my FUCKING FACE already. I mean, hi, good evening. I hope you had a good day.