Jason in Toronto©️

@jasonintoronto.bsky.social

Sapiosexual. Father of 3. Son of 5. Live so as to fulfill the dreams of your ancestors & inspire those of your descendants. Oh to be a stone of the earth, wind in the mountains, river and forest kind of magic. Solid, ancient, and bone deep.

Only the slimiest yet most ashen coward, crushed by the terror of being truly himself, will obsess over the desires celebrated by others, in the existential horror of realization of their own irrelevance. Forever in flight and never arriving.

You might be tempted to ascribe the epithet Big Dumb Jock out of reflex, driven perhaps by sexual jealousy or the need to throw psychosexual shade to make you believe yourself superior. And you would be a fool for doing so. Mark Carney.

Where I go. What I’ve been doing for the last hour. My family knows not to break my stroke. Now I am in the hot tub with warm chewy oatmeal raisin cookies and a Lagavulin. There are limits, boundaries and rituals. And I need my space in order to be who I am otherwise privileged to be.

Totems. The fact that I did not pursue this game was not miraculous. Surrounded and immersed in it from birth by my Grandfathers, Dad and Uncles, simple. I have always needed to own my own victories and losses, with equal measure. While fully appreciative of the team, I selfishly need my space.