An assortment of ramblings; some thoughtful, some thoughtless
Hi! hope you’re doing good
Ques- Do we fw Madison Beer?
I like the video for Selfish a lot.
I mean… damn.
We’ve watched a lot of Madison on the stream over the last year or two, and I like pretty much all of her stuff. (Doesn’t hurt that she’s a physically perfect human being.)
Tate McRae’s confessional stuff is excellent, too. And while I was burned out on Olivia Rodrigo, even she has made a comeback with me.
Things you might want to know:
Replaced the light bulbs in the bathroom.
It’s now bright enough for me to notice that my beard is rapidly developing a big gray patch on my chin.
Fuck you, illumination.
Update, almost four years later:
Gray. So, so much gray.
Three years later:
Yikes.
Two years later:
Well, we’ve stabilized a bit… the mad rush toward silver has slowed to more of a plodding march.
Have you ever recorded yourself having sex or would you?
(submitted by: Anonymous)
I’ve never recorded myself fucking, if that’s what you mean. Fred Durst ruined the concept for me.
(If you’ve never seen what I’m referencing, be thankful. “Touch my balls and my ass” are words that will haunt me forever. He really did do it all for the nookie.)
As for photos/videos of my junk? Four or five people have received a photo. One has a recording, which she delighted in calling my “slut video”.
But really, unless I’m planning to put it inside you, I don’t see the point of showing you my dick.
Times change, as do answers. So…
Yup, and yup.
My sister killed herself recently. We were always really open about our sexuality together. She shared your blog with me a while ago and I never cared to look until now. I miss her deeply. When I read all that you have to say, I feel closer to her and turned on.
First, I’m sorry about your sister. I hope the time she spent reading me gave her comfort or release, for at least a moment here and there. It was sweet and weird of her to share the blog with you in the first place, and I’m a big fan of sweet-and-weird, so I probably would have liked her.
More importantly, I’m sorry that you’ve been left to bear the weight of loss and confusion. I hope you’re taking care of yourself, leaning on the support available to you, and figuring out how her passing is going to inform your future. Because you can learn from her loss… continuing to grow is the greatest tribute any of us can ever give to the fallen.
But in the meantime… be a good girl and spread your legs, start rubbing, and keep scrolling.
You’re home now.
Weirdly, a little less than a year after this ask, I was dealing with my own family member’s suicide.
I can’t say I learned anything from it —he was old and feeble, and a bastard— but I now know for a fact that you can move on with your life in the aftermath.
how is it like to be around you in real life? can glimpses of your online persona be found in your everyday life as well?
- My online persona long pre-dates Tumblr and is probably older than you are, so it’s pretty much just me at this point. With that said, it’s not exactly like my offline personality… I’m far more polite to strangers than I am to anons, and my online commentary is often missing the grin and/or wink that would normally accompany it.
- The biggest difference is on your end… this is a seven year old blog, so over time my ideas have evolved, perspectives have shifted, and relationships have multiplied. In short, you’re sipping a rushing river through a straw here. If you discover my blog during a week when I’m replying kindly to a bunch of confused anons, you’ll have one impression of my persona… if you find me when I’m reblogging works of fiction from 2014, you’ll have another… and if you stumble across me while I’m being mean to girls I like, you’ll have yet another. But if you start at the beginning and catch up with the whole thing, what you’ll be left with is a view of me that isn’t too far off the mark.
UPDATE: The blog turns 10 this year, but the point remains the same.
Things you might want to know:
What was the biggest age difference with a partner?
In terms of an official, mutually recognized relationship?
Dolly was 24 years younger than me. Peanut is 27 years my junior. There have been a few contenders who were 30 years behind me, but that’s a big fucking gap, and requires a lot of extra effort to bridge it successfully.
‘90s girls are where it’s at.
UPDATE: Right now, there’s a thirty year gap between me and the youngest girls, while the eldest is twenty-seven years behind me, and faintly sad that she’ll soon cease to be half my age.
Things you might want to know:
Would you ever start a cult?
There are people who test their decisions by asking themselves what I would do, who compile my words into personal scriptures, who maintain shrines to me, and a few who pray to me at bedtime.
There are people who love me so much that they will make a pyre of their privacy, sanctity, and autonomy and set it alight just so I can watch them dance —or squirm— before the flaming remains of their dry and withered independence.
And I have a group of adherents who fervently believe that they’ve been called to my side. I’m many kinds of father.
So I’m pretty sure I’ve already started one.
[two years later]
Oh yeah. Definitely started one.
