Coach BigDog
@coachbigdog.bsky.social
🔞 he/him | FTM | Seattle | Furcon Party Host )'( | Love is not enough.
Things were tough and I unexpectedly lost my job today. So there's.. that. I'm getting better at reaching out to people for help or support and I'm strong but holy fuck. This really was the last thing I needed on my plate. If anyone knows employment lawyers for tech companies in Seattle.. 💭
There's a world of difference in being part of another person's life between being welcomed when you ask and being wanted before you have to. Weaving a shared world, knowing you are not merely accommodated in its tapestry.. but a thread they are glad to have woven into the fabric of their life.
Ugh. My sexuality has been so inaccessible, even for just pleasure in solitude and tonight I felt like I might have a glimmer of it back for a min then.. nope.
"You know, when I was a child, I imagined an invisible wolf walking beside me to school. Protecting me. Talking to me. Sitting with me in class. Always there. "I was so lonely "And now... I have you." Amadeus leaned back, tilted his head, looked closely at the girl "I'm glad I found you after all."
Addiction begins where faith ends - a desperate attempt to give yourself comfort when you no longer believe any help is coming. Sometimes the things that destroy us begin as the only things we have left to soothe us.
The irony of falsely calling out artists for using AI is that you're creating the exact thing you're supposedly trying to prevent: a world where artists are afraid to create. You cannot protect art by making artists afraid to make it.
My apartment has multiple security cameras so that when my Dog would visit, I'd have spank bank material of us fucking in private for later. It captured all the sloppy, altered stuff as well as the sweet, private, shameful things we didn't share with anyone else. Still cherish those. Good memories
How to Masturbate-with Eva p.35 So many tiny fucks. I copy pasted the background. I wasn't gonna repeat the time consuming task redrawing the same background so may times... I have learned from p. 18... Oof. #comic #furrycomic #NSFW #NSFWcomic #furry
I don't know who needs to hear this, but sex doesn't have to be the only way to socialize in queer culture or the fandom. I'm finding that formerly being an incredibly sexual person is proving challenging in finding ways to socialize that aren't sexual, from my side and on receiving end.
When you're doing just fine, getting ready to settle in to bed for the evening and your brain launches a tactical nuke. Sigh.
Today I realized it’s the one-year anniversary of being laid off. The last few months have been a bumpy ride, but honestly, dang near every month after July last year came with some kind of major rupture to my general life. I’m holding tight to the fact that this is just one anniversary in what has
Locktober feels pretty bleak this year because I usually would participate in chastity, find fun BDSM things to do or create a bingo card of things I wanted to try. This year, my sexuality and my body feel robbed. Dysphoria is at an all time high and physical touch can feel like static. Locked.
No one: No one at all: My brain: Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
"H-hey you wanna take a ride with me?" #otter
Casual reminder that fursuit taint is possible. Fursuit backsack is possible. Fursuit butthole is possible. Don’t let your dreams be dreams 🍑 ✨
*dreamy sigh* hypnotist making you listen to a file every night when you go to bed that enforces total and all-consuming obsession over them #digidognsfw
Seeing all the Folsom pics brings me such a marbled emotion of joy and grief. I miss feeling good about my sexuality or body and I miss the sanctity of being an Owner. But it's so nice to see others, especially friends, being able to express and enjoy themselves wholly. Reminiscent tonight.
Surrender the struggle, not yourself. I will no longer spend my life fighting to become someone else's version of who I am.
Why does the lil discord guy look like BonziBuddy tho Oh wait
EPSTEIN SALTS?! It's not that kind of pedi party.
Join my Tub Club™️. We're doing dabs.
Getting help doesn't always look like getting *better.* Sometimes healing is ugly. It is sitting in therapy and pulling rotten threads from wounds you thought had already closed. It is recognizing the patterns you once called love, safety, or survival and having to name them for what they are.
One of the hardest things I'm finding to articulate to cis gay men is the concept that I'm deeply rooted in my gender and sexuality as a man, but I want to be treated like a princess. When I say I want Straight Sex™️: Be gentle, kind, soft. I want slowness, affection, to be chosen and cherished.