Here we are Party of one What do you want to think about? Penance Knew you were gonna say that Anything but the elections I mean, penance is a light topic, why not? lol You'd think by coming out and saying you voted Trump qualified you as a man. Not the Trump part, just the … Continue reading Self,
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It’s still out there, homies
(24 years, hot damn. And happy birthday, Jason. Hope to hear more from you, Homie)
On being a king
I can’t tell him it’s just a charley horse. That’s about as quack advice as, Guess what, Dawg, there’s much much worse on the horizon--mom and dad going tits up, an injury, take your pick--and that's gonna be the real weight that'll take the air out from under your stride someday. This ain't nothing but … Continue reading On being a king
Tindergarden
After asking some friends which app-based dating site they would recommend, several suggested Tinder. “But I thought Tinder was just for casual hookups? And that, that’s not really what I’m looking for!” Shoulders shrugged, “Used to be but it's a legit dating site now. It can really be whatever you want it to be. Just … Continue reading Tindergarden
My Queen
Like we agreed at the outset, one of us would stand outside next to the other's coffin before it's about to be lowered. It's a little sad too of course. I didn't want to die so young. If only we might have logged a few more fancy receptions and backwoods rivers and--I always liked our … Continue reading My Queen
A gilf is born
So, shall we talk about dating? I’ve got a slightly different perspective on it these days. Let me start with I’m an attractive (I’m told hot), single, stylish, white (does it matter?), educated professional earning six figures; a property owner, world traveler; multi-lingual (yes, in all the ways you would hope for), free-spirited; a physically … Continue reading A gilf is born
Look!
Over the past couple of years and some change, or basically the amount of time this men's site has been up and running, I've done virtually fuck all to promote it. I did this, or didn't as a better way of saying it, for a few reasons, not the least of which it was hugely … Continue reading Look!
My one
It was around the start of Lent, and after about a week of being passed out in the hospital, when a very dear homie of mine finally came to. It was like this really intense, can't-seem-to-wake-up-fully-from-his-fucking-life-threatening nap more than any kind of "coma." "He can't fully wake up," a sister's update-text read. What I do … Continue reading My one
Things Men Carry 