Wow, I feel like an absolute ass. The more classes I take, the more I learn my mistakes haven’t been small or insignificant. They are huge, massive misses in a world where I have had access to all the tools… Continue Reading →
I have been taking those classes lately and realized nobody gives a fuck about reading my daily musings for the most part. I guess, sure, some of you might be slightly amused over the years but generally speaking, the past’s… Continue Reading →
Well, one thing I can say about moving back to the East coast is there is a heck of a lot more to get dogs sick here. In Colorado the worst you’d have to worry about is burned paws because… Continue Reading →
I’ve had an itchy throat for a week because of the ozone machine. It’s in the bathroom, see, a solution Don came up with because he’s been trying to quit smoking, and in a community where that’s banned, it was… Continue Reading →
If I think back over my life over the past two decades, I can honestly say the people who have had the most positive impact on my social life have always ALWAYS been the gay boys. Meeting Bjorn in the… Continue Reading →
So maybe it took more than thirty seconds to write that last post. So maybe I have been feeling like a garbage can full of nothing for a long time. The point is I am definitely someone who has not… Continue Reading →
I read an article the other day that really hit home about a man who had spent a few years in isolation and how he lost sense of himself because he never talked to anyone at all after being offered… Continue Reading →
Today I turned 44. I started writing some epic post about how I was in surgery 25 years ago. How I almost died, how I have had to repeat it 7 times, and the experience is to be repeated again,… Continue Reading →
Hmmm. So sorry kids. I know I owe so much more to this website and my others. I have been building the meat of the other project I have mentioned–the coronabalona. I am on twitter, there, though I have neglected… Continue Reading →
I have decided to refer to my stems as camo mottled–that’s what happens when you use your body as a counter weight vs just dead-lifting everything. But, if you knew me at all, you’d realize I take that as a… Continue Reading →
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