Posts Tagged ‘me’
Waking up from another nap, unable to show the natural byproduct on Tumblr…
Sigh. Waking up from another nap, unable to show the natural byproduct on Tumblr without getting filtered. But hereâs a nice forearm pic… which if Tumblrâs algorithm wasnât 100% cis/het/male would get filtered anyway, huh?
Figure forearm and ground.
Itâs something something Tuesday, isnât it?
Itâs something something Tuesday, isnât it?
Lounging around in my creaky old canvas âLucky Youâ button-flies while the rest of my clothes are in the laundry…
Lounging around in my creaky old canvas âLucky Youâ button-flies while the rest of my clothes are in the laundry.
Feeling lucky. How do you feel?
Idly curious if myths about ghosts at the foot of the bed arenât inspired by
By Byam Shaw
Illustration for Tales from Boccaccio (1899)goodnight D.
Idly curious if myths about ghosts at the foot of the bed arenât inspired by nighttime erections under the sheetsâŠ
Because I gotta admit Iâve woken up with erections in the middle of the night and⊠well, itâs not spooky to me because when youâve got one you kind of⊠um⊠know.
What do you think?
Dying to know where all the creative pet names in your posts come from! Some of them are precious but some of them are outright HILARIOUS but somehow still affectionate?
They come from somewhere in my Daddy genes. I never did anything of the sort till I became a father. Now my kids are long-since off to college and⊠well⊠now Iâm a Daddy theyâve come back doubled and redoubled.
I donât censor myself too much. Because sometimes what comes out is âstinkycheeksâ or âturnipnoseâ or âpugwhistle.â But only sometimes. Usually not.
Theyâre never, ever anything but affectionate though. Thistledown or boogerbutt it comes from wherever hugs, kisses, and soft cheek caresses live inside me.
But you donât look like youâre over 60…
Gym rat cat
Gym rat cat
Forearms and guitars kind of go together, donât they?
So forearms and guitars kind of go together, donât they? Hoping itâs not so much how well I play as what else I could do with my hands.
I told myself I canât button my shirt this morning till…
Ok, so I told myself I canât button my shirt this morning till I look up dress/button-down shirts online… something Iâve been needing to do for weeks since pretty much no retail stores carry Large-Tall menâs shirts anymore.
Naturally I procrastinated đ