All my boxes ticked.

Never assume what a man needs.

Today we celebrated American Thanksgiving with a house full of American relatives. Typical November day in the 6ix: windy, coldish, snow squalls then sunshine. Whupped 'em at football in the park. Early dinner. There, we did a 'thankful for' circle. Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends.

When you just know he'll be a 3 ring circus.

I need to make this into a hoodie.

Quoted this today at the gym. Staff guy caught me fucking a twunk in the steam room. Fuck. Asked to see me downstairs. Figured my membership was toast. Nope. Him: Was he good? Me: Until you busted it up. Him: I could suspend you. Me: Would that make you hard, feel manly? Him: No. Can you teach me?

When your look finds you. Image: Brant Daugherty

When your decade finds you.

When your truth finds you.

When you’re the new meat in town on business trips and say yes to every entreaty on social with your hotel and room number and the hotel night manager, parking valets and your server at dinner come too. Yeah, I’m just like you that way.

It astonishes me. Not that this is what the Anything But United States has become, but that any of you can get up in the morning and stand to look at yourselves in the bathroom mirror and do nothing with a side of bacon, having lost all respect in the eyes of the world and your own and don’t care.

While it is kinda neat that Toronto made the Top 10 and that Montreal and Vancouver also made the list, stuff like this ignores the fierce reality of smaller towns. For example, my dick was rarely dry in Dayton and my ass took days to heal from Melbourne.

Keys to the Kingdom. Whether granting or being granted, there is a very special connection that happens when trust is absolute, lust is overwhelming, and love is beyond measure. You can feel it in the way he opens to you. You can feel it in the way his hand cups your ass as he explores inwards.

Back to back business trips without a chance to be home are the worst. But now that I'm home, it all fades away, ya know?

Maybe it's water. Maybe it's a precum tsunami. It sure the fuck ain't Maybelline.

On business trips I always make it a point to walk the city. If I find an impressive church I will always go in and meditate on the architecture. At some point a priest will come in. I will say hi and invite him to sit and chat with me. And make this happen. It never takes long. Tithing.

Not everyone can rock the Son of Odin vibe. But if you can, it looks like this.

Right now in the Paper of Record. Buying into her rebranding as a serious whateverthefuck. This fucking sycophantic asslicking opportunist. There is no longer such a thing as American journalism. Watch for the Presidential run. As Randy sang Marjorie Taylor Taylor Gree-eee-eee-eee-eee-eee-eene.

Gee Whillikers we’re just days away from Orange Foolius trumpeting how he has been completely EXONERATED in the Democrat’s Epstein Files hoax.

Because we pay it forward. As a Frosh, I had Senior lovers. As they had. As a Senior, I had Masters lovers. As they had. As a PhD candidate I had faculty lovers. As they had. As an entry level businessman I had executive lovers. As they had.

Being you during every waking moment is the only way to live in truth. I've never liked clothes. So they don't happen in our house or otherwise as possible. Clothes are for warmth in cold weather. Naturists protest mightily that it is not about sex. Good for them. So I'm not one. Nekkid, not nude.

"Do business guys really do sex during office hours?" I get asked this a lot. A lot of us work in office buildings with thousands of guys. Every tower has a "known" men's room on a particular floor. Also, in Toronto, all the towers are connected underground. Men's. Parking lots. 10:30 a.m. 4:30 p.m.

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Presenting Pavlov 101.

When you ask a bar buddy to send you a vid that really turns him on in private and he does and you up the ante, way up, and send him one in return and you bulls eye him and two hours later he texts you this: - I've watched it about 30 times now. Also, my dick is sore.

Um, um, yeah. Oh boy.

We all got our flu and COVID shots the other day. He's the only one to get what I can't in all honesty call side effects. He's been down for the count for two days. UM1: This pisses me off. I have zero strength, I feel like a bag of wet cement. Me: Can I get you anything else? UM1: You. Here.

I’m only a man in a funny red sheet I’m only a man looking for a dream I’m only a man in a funny red sheet And it's not easy. It's not easy to be me.

How it is to be Celt.

You’re the only one I’m sharing this with, okay? Oh that I was so in love. Oh that I was so naive.

It is not for us to truly know the nature nor intense storms that roil within each other’s inner world. It is only for us to offer and provide a moment of respite and the salve of touch.

At the end of the day, of necessity in order to create the next one. The sacred after the conquering of their profane. Each day.

All of this.

Ask me again why I've always gone smooth.

Pardon?

I was doing this with him from the time all I could do was hold it in both hands and push it out in some random direction. By the time I could do this kind of thing we had been to every beach in every place we visited, and it always included a lot of this. It was and is his sport. UM1

As I told a friend recently, I wuvs me my exhibitionists.

Do you think it’s weird that all of a sudden the Algorithm of All That Is is suddenly filling my feed with morbidly obese men? And when I say Less of This I get more? Am I the only one? Also, abs.

America's most notorious child rapist, Jeffrey Epstein, said this man was the worst person he'd ever met. Let that sink in.

Today: Dick o' Death walks into gym sauna. Sits. Closes eyes. 5 minutes. Gets up to leave. Me: Wanna play? DoD: Thanks, no. I'm straight. Me: Good news! I'm gay. Suck that balls deep. Gay Bud: And I'll eat your ass while he does it. DoD: Smiles. Leaves. 3, 2, 1. And he's back. Where he ended up.

Ideas become thoughts. Thoughts become words. Words become actions. Actions become habits. Habits become character. Character becomes destiny. - from my journal, this day, 1988, in his handwriting. /UM2

What’s not to love?

The traffic thunders on the busy street The pavement slips beneath my feet I walk alone and wonder Who am I? Maybe I'm reaching far too high For I have something else, entirely free The love of someone close to me Unfettered by the world that hurries by To question such good fortune Who am I? -PC

Sure I have a type.

At the top of the cliff above Wreck Beach is a trail behind the Museum of Anthropology at UBC. Years ago, explored it and discovered a welcome wagon to the nude gay beach 350 steps above it. Still think about him. That it was a Tuesday, no crowds, no tourists, just a great fuck against the railing.

Don't be surprised when that pic you shared in strictest confidence with only one person ends up on the internet. Be surprised if it doesn't. Now, with Sora, expect pics and vids that never actually happened. Spot one? Reach out and ask to have it taken down. Almost anyone will, happily.