There is a terrace above a caldera that embraces a sea. The last I saw it was a night it slept fitfully within a storm that hammered and rattled the windows with enraged, wind driven rain. By morning it had spent. Clouds lingered, ashamed and sullen. We left for home. Time for rebalancing. Ma'at.

When I was little, my Dad told me that all of humanity across time consisted of only a handful of souls, endlessly reborn. He told me that we get to choose the one we want to be, an irreversible decision. And we are adopted and challenged every day to remain in that company. I try and fail and try.

I learned: Govern your dick lest it govern your life. Pay no heed and destroy the rants of the Inferior that deny your Truth. Love in excess so as to enable your potential. Manifest your dreams in reality lest they remain ethereal. Enshrine your pain and victories. Honour them. Pay us forward.

All of this.

If you are lucky, you start in one role and finish in the other. Of late, it has been impressed upon me how many men never experienced the presence of Dad. This lack is a violation of the First Commandment of Fatherhood and it breaks my heart. To Hell on the Express Train for the guilty. Fuck you.

Cold black sand. Susurrusian embrace of the sea. No Moon. It was here I found The Empty. It pulled all thought and memory and dream from me. Replaced it with a non-debatable stillness. I was terrified. Then surrendered to its serenity. I never felt so alone. And cherished in my singularity. Thus.

This is a fine tradition. I look forward to doing this on the Orange One's statue if it is ever created.

When he graduated, he did this. He added a note. "For the next number 10. Give 'em Hell. I love you." I wonder what happened with that one? I am holding one of his jerseys now. He is destroying my rock tense traps with gentle, insistent patience, sitting behind me on the edge of the hot tub. ❤️ UM1

Can we just dispense with the drama and posturing for one second and focus on the essentials?

You mean, today?

I like a guy with spunk.

How could anyone—except a raving imbecile— believe that the U.S. will ever again lead the free world?!! We abandoned our allies, destroyed the world economy, started pointless wars, and can’t even muster the strength to remove our own demented leader. We cannot ever be trusted.

Red Carpet Interviewer: I see you're sporting a beard tonight. Ben: Yes, she's right over there.

Jack: Do I look gay? Karen: Honey, you look gayer than a clutch purse on Tony night.

Theocracies are the biggest bullshit scams ever created. Also a neat trick if you can get away with it. Oppose a secular state action and you are guilty of religious bigotry and sinning against GOD. Joshua's genocide. Holy Roman Empire. Divine Right of Kings. Inquisition. Jihad. Same shit, new gods.

Not news. Still true.

We could have had it all But you played it, You played it, You played it, You played it to the beat.

Look after you

Making a point by gripping your hips is a perfectly masculine gesture.

Are you twins? No I’m not.

Here is the pin I loved making. Because if you can prevent a spin and his feet from gripping the mat he is done and you get to watch his expression.

The Fatherhood Knot. There are many variations. Just like us. But they share a singularity. No matter how exhausted we are, that secret energy store and instant alertness are triggered by the simplest of entreaties. “Dad?”

Today. Tough one at work. Reorganization has many a cart apple careening. Done. Walking up to the bar. Troglodyte with his slags looks at me and says “fag”. Decked him. Told the slags “pick up your garbage”. They did. Just fucking don’t.

www.nytimes.com/athletic/724... The remarkable thing about this is that it is considered remarkable.

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Um . . .

When you’ve had a rough week today and you know you should make a healthy dinner and stay home but you know you’re going out for burgers and bum. Just not quite yet.

Those days were so gentle, amazing and HOT … we didn’t know they were ending.

Monogamish

You win or you learn.

Classics Illustrated

No explanation needed.

My typical dancing night uniform. Will have to try the chain thing tho.

Get this fucking thing off me, says every wrestler every time.

Losing the debate.

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.

Man Googling ‘Tender Lump On Neck’ About To Begin Exciting New Phase In Life https://theonion.com/man-googling-tender-lump-on-neck-about-to-begin-excit-1819578896/

Never skip back day.

Why having a third is helpful.

In a democracy voters choose government. In the US the government chooses voters. Because the voters do not stop them. So come November, barring a miracle, the red crayon will become a roller. Someone will compare the original districting to the current and conclude blue won. It won’t matter.

Love is

Bealtuinn to Celts, Beltane to the moderns, is the Feast of the Good Fire, the formal birth of the bright days of Summer, with a focus on growth, new beginnings, fertility and potential. Cernunnos turns the Wheel of the Year to Summer, and we honour that. Our invited will arrive soon. Potent.

I don’t mind being fifth.

Subtle.

Kettles are awesome.

Not sleeping. But a trick I have "fallen for". Because obvious.

How to fill a shadow box.