Forgot to pack socks so doing full dad mode squats at the office gym.

Opened Facebook this morning to clear birthday notifications and was hit smack-dab with a relitigation of the Leo Frank case to dismiss the ADL - and further anyone who addresses anti-Semitism - as actually just being anti-Black and I fucking hate it here.

Friday funbag day

Wondering how ironically I can post “who’s funding Dad’s Market Days” while being completely serious about mentioning that I’m under “geoffrois” on most money-exchanging platforms.

I wish to go to the festival…

See ya soon, San Francisco! (Fun fact: my bag sits exactly at the place Teddy decided to bite down *hard* as I welcomed him home last night.)

I really wish I was someone who liked dressing up/turning a look more. I feel like I’ve arrived to my mid-40s choosing a “classic” look because I’ve refused to develop a personal style because I’m worried about looking silly - I need to invite whimsy into my wardrobe.

Okay. Two days to Dore and my biggest concern is what to pack. I’m so used to traditional leather weekends - contests, cocktail socials, etc - and vanilla gay street fests - Market Days, Pride Fest, Midsommarfest - that my mind refuses to merge the two.

Going to a “come as you were” birthday party tonight, and I love my friends who are littles, but this confirms I am in no way interested in age play for myself. 🤣

Ope maybe turned myself on in the bar bathroom….

Wildfire smoky selfie from a dad headed downtown on three and a half hours of sleep. Send coffee. And cash. Or just cash - this mustache doesn’t pay for itself. (Or like, just good vibes.) (The fact that I felt the need to put that is why I’m a terrible findom.)

Y’all. The number of work communications I’ve almost sent today signed as “Danger”….

I got very few photos from @chifetish-wknd.bsky.social this year, but getting to share what our team has built over the last four years with my favorite people in the world filled my fucking heart.

I know I haven’t had enough to eat at the gym when I wade into a conversation about that terrible NYT op-Ed and just say “Jew here. Assimilationists were gassed along with the rest of us. They can get fucked.”

Monday vibes, kiddos. Let’s make this work. Somehow.

I’ve been wary of Madonna pulling in the current pop girlies to piggy back on relevancy since MDNA at least, but…the Sabrina Carpenter feature works, y’all.

I hate that the absolute insane asshole who gardens visibly wearing a gun. A couple doors down for me has an actually amazing fucking garden.

Sometimes Teddy sends me a metal track to listen to while we’re both at the gym and I forget to switch back to my own playlist after and the world briefly gets a glimpse into Danger from an alternate dimension where he followed his crush on Lars Ulrich and Henry Rollins into full metalhead status.

Okay. I did it. You happy, you monsters in my phone?

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The idea of biking to the gym in this heat, doing a leg day, biking to a meeting, then biking home is making me throw up a little just thinking about it. Motivate me, kiddos.

The idea of biking to the gym in this heat, doing a leg day, biking to a meeting, then biking home is making me throw up a little just thinking about it. Motivate me, kiddos.

I don’t mind being bald, but I’m at the point in my life where I’m watching my peers start to go gorgeously full gray and it is making me feel things. Partly jealous things. Mostly sexy things.

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Keep capturing glimpses of myself in windows today and double take at the muscle daddy mirroring me. Taking my image wins in a life right now that’s sending a lot of losses.

…I wonder if the guy at the beach with tattoos in Hebrew knows one says “lightning” instead of “blessing.”

Gauged up both the septum and the ears this week and it’s just enough of a difference that I keep doing double takes when I catch myself in a mirror.

Okay, SF and other friends: attending my first Dore next month, first real solo event weekend, and astonishingly, first time in SF (first time in CA, even more astonishingly.) I’ve got a ticket to Ritual Friday; staying through Monday afternoon. What’re the musts? What are the tips and tricks?

I continue to learn that, no matter how hot the ass is, I’m just not a walk-in ass-up anon kinda top.

This morning, I learned there are YouTube channels specifically of Pokémon facts to fall asleep to, and for some reason that has made me smile from ear to ear in top Dad form.

LOLOLOL. Nothing more motivating for a chest day than ending up benching back to back with your ex. (I will not be commenting on who lifted more today.)

Whatcha doing down there, kiddo? Need a pick-me-up from dad?