Back where he belongs. With my other clutter.

I'm cleaning up a bureau. This little guy is kept way up top. Mr Piffles! While cleaning the dust off him, I discovered. Or rather rediscovered. That he is autographed by Piff the Magic Dragon. I forgot that we got it signed while my late husband held the actual Mr. Piffles for him.

I wonder how many people have purchased this and don't have a pet? Actually, with my follows here, how many of you fuckers have a cage and no pets greater than a goldfish?

110°F and that's cooled down from a couple hours ago. Doing a little tidying up our here while there is light. Set up the swamp cooler. I insisted it was stupid when we bought it. But, when pointed to underneath the table it creates a pocket of cooler air that cools waist down

This was found in an old container of convention schwag. Some porn conference or something. It's made of the same material as a lot of cock rings and such. But as you can see it is way too small to put on your dick. Anyone have any idea what this is for?

I wouldn't normally post shit like this but it was a struggle to get 300 days in a row. And I can't really recommend Duolingo. I have learned hiragana katakana and more kanji than I ever really wanted to. But they are really weak on vocabulary. And Japanese needs a lot. To often they use loan word

Let's normalize cis guys on testosterone therapy calling it "gender affirming care" in support of our transmen brothers. After all, it's what it fucking is.

New frames and prescription!! Going back to the 90s and 00s!!!

I made sushi tonight for dinner. ずし です

LOL

yeah. It's like that.

Actually, it starts to be a visual aid for my story about how I was given my first orange hanky as a baby-gay. I was wearing 6 colors. A small group of guys came into the bar I was working at. "Gord, just give us your hankies." I do. They hand me an orange one. I didn't know what it meant. "

Interesting page. Nice and simple to set it up. Thanks for sharing.

What FUCK is a "normal gay"?? I mean, I'm 99% certain they ain't talking about me. I get that. I never WANTED to be normal. And sweetheart. You aren't "normal", you are just "common". Worse. You are boring. Don't think I don't see you slipping into my parties. With your head down. We see u

I'm cleaning out old stuff. Going through my late husband's stuff. Etc. This zip bag. Odd collection. Various screws. A bolt and washer. Two keys. One for a padlock. A complimentary hotel sewing kit. A souvenir coin from the Winchester Mystery House. And a bookstore token. WTF connections?

Pride celebrations everywhere have lost a considerable amount of corporate sponsorship. Companies that are embracing fascism over human rights. In the decades since we first got the attention of marketing, we've forgotten how small pride was before sponsorship.

6 photos of the Gay Activist Alliance firehouse. Circa 1970. My late husband, Todd Fulton took these snapshots. They were members of the first gay youth group there. If anyone can name the people. That would be cool.

Posting an anime we love?

Them, you wouldn't be so mean if you weren't behind a keyboard. Me, um. I don't think you understand humans very well.

Also something something tummy Tuesday?

Does this work? Am I fuckable when I look like this?

Almost 10 years ago my late husband taught me how to drive. When I got into the car that day I didn't know which pedal did what. He was disturbed by that fact. He criticized my driving until the day he died. And I reminded him the entire time that he was the one that taught me how to drive.

Stayed away from Costco. Which helped.

Sweating after my walk. Even with a good shower today. I smell piggy!

I forget that Scruff uses universal time. My age is already 60 on my profile there. There are layers of weird seeing it. Anyone in my age group will understand. We never thought any of us were going to grow old. Ready for my GILF Era.

My roses stopped flowering last year. I was pretty certain I'd unalived them. With nothing to lose I cut them back. I have a payoff!! This little guy is visible right outside my bedroom window. So I saw it when I opened up the blinds today.

I have always had poor self image. Like, I think, a lot of people do. We are our own worse critics. But, when I look back. I have found I often see myself in the rearview mirror as better looking. This is 2013. I'd totally fuck me in this.