Dev
@sevensquared.bsky.social
Appreciating the 18-plus male form. I'm a bundle of contradictions: flirty, shy, artistic, prurient, travel-forward, frequent homebody. Forty is way back in the rearview mirror; foot's on the gas pedal. Say hi!
Thin grey jogging shorts flipped my gay on-switch in seventh grade: kid in front of me in English class. Also, Harry Hamlin in "Clash of the Titans". Also, Leibovitz portrait of Keith Haring in Vanity Fair. Also, 80s Sears catalog men's underwear.
Morning thoughts: which 🐐 was the original scapegoat? Centuries ago, in some goat infested country, a guilty person decided they could deflect blame...by pointing at a hoofed mammal minding its own business. Silly!
Lemme tell you young whipper-snappers about watching Terminator 2 in a theater in 1991, or Jurassic Park in 1993: it was magic. We had no cell phones, we looked up the showtimes in the newspaper, plopped down our $5, and had our tube socks rocked off. The CGI almost holds up today.
On occasion, when I'm in a new time zone, I break from the cathedrals, museums, restaurants, lakeshore, river cruise, quaint blue-plaqued cottages that belonged to a writer 230yrs ago. I think to myself: "there must be a motherlode of untapped dick within the 1 km perimeter." The thought passes.
The time for humps and lumps is #humpday! Y'all making my morning brighter.
That euphoric sensation when you instantly fall for somebody in public. Fully dressed, just looking at the back of their neck and cute hair? It's rare, it happened on the trolley today. Men are so effing beautiful.
Feeling slightly vulnerable to #humpday acting out. So vulnerable.
Woke up with a bee in my bonnet. I hope y'all check your voter registration and plan to participate in the holy ritual of democracy (US at least). Now back to your hole and pole programming.
As much as I feel like wearing on #humpday ...alas, my coworkers would object.
So demure, so innocent, untouched by time. Yeah, right #scs !
