I wish I had been able to squeeze in sex scenes involving Luke, Robert and Themba (not necessarily *between* them, mind you) because they *are* the kind of guys who'd hook up for fun in the hotel. And I wish Rob had more NSFW fan art!

Generally I'm into a lot of dominance-related kinks, and I'm into men on the bigger side (muscular, chubby or in-between). I picked up a few gym-related kinks from my time powerlifting, and leather can be nice. Kinda basic but I also really like creative and smart men who can hold a conversation.

A while ago I won @zankies87.bsky.social's raffle for Ferro the Blue Tick Coonhound! Thank you for this good boy, Zankies!

Do your worst.

Tomorrow grant me strength, nameless gods of old, to push my oversized boulder uphill. And for the day after, grant me strength again. And for the day after...

Father, despite the weakness of my mortal flesh I will endure it until the mission is done.

5 uninterruped hours coding Asterion's sex scene. Help me God... I was made strong to bear the yoke, but not like this...

The world may not be ready for it, but this is what peak sexual performance looks like.

I don't know why I'm like this, I just am.

I thank the Buddha.

My baby girl and I Thank you for this gift @blueprussian.bsky.social

Sometimes warfare really does boil down to very simple things.

Today I was going through some save files and found this reminder of what I consider my greatest failure as a writer: how little we made use of Tiny Argos and his plotline. I really should have explored the bond between Tiny Argos and Average Argos better...

Goodbye, Crete. I love you and your people.

Behold! The Minoan Bronze Age "mommy milkers" jugs!

I've traveled from Chania to Rethymno, to Phaistos, to Heraklion, to Agios Nikolas, to Sitia, and from there I arrived at Zakros. I crossed the Gorge of the Dead, and finally I've made it to Kato Zakros and the easternmost Minoan Palace. My journey to the East reached its end. Now I'll eat and rest.

As I leave Chania, it decided to bless me with one last sunny view of the mountains. Thank you Chania, I love you.

Behind the Fortress of Rethymnon, looking out to the Cretan Sea and to the Cyclades, I leave this little guy. So that one day you may stumble on him and know that we share the same world. To those that find him, I wish the same peace and kindness I found here.

Should any Mino Hotel reader ever travel to Crete, know that I've been leaving behind a trail — courtesy of @wattson.bsky.social, who gifted me these stickers. I might make a map with some of their locations. I hope, one day, one of you enjoys a nice surprise when stumbling upon them.

I'll wake up in a new life Down by the seaside. (Rethymno, Crete)

Kafkaval, with honorable mention to the infinitely gracious fly lady.

Sharkaval.

I crossed the Atlantic to escape from the Brazilian Carnaval and all I got was Greek Carnival (with Dragon Ball and Hatsune Miku). Joke aside, getting blasted with Brazilian samba out of nowhere was heartwarming and I'm really having a blast noticing all the similarities between our celebrations.

Then, when the streets line up just right, you'll get a glimpse of the White Mountains to the south, reminding you that Crete, even if it's small in global terms, still towers over you. It welcomes you with beauty while reminding you of your place as a human. The nature here demands respect.

Chania has an extraordinary beauty to it this time of the year. Not so cold you can't go and buy fresh bread and a warm drink, but chilly enough to make you brace yourself outside. Every step is a conscious choice. In the morning's silence, looking up to the tender blue sky, it's hard not to hum.

Me: "I loved Bucharest but it was so cold, I'm glad the weather will be milder in Crete." The ever-devious Crete with 500 microclimates: "Actually you're going up the White Mountains, hail, snow and freezing winds upon ye."

Today I had a whole adventure in Crete, I can't wait to sit down to write it down... But, in the meantime, I wanted to show this darling I got from @chubby-shark.bsky.social on NFC. I'll keep him on my desk for writing inspiration.

And so begins my trip through Crete. Tonight I was lucky enough to get a room specifically overlooking the ancient Minoan ruins of Kidonia. This time I'm writing a travel journal. If I can keep it going until the end I might even publish it.