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.)

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.

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

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

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.

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

Lunchtime run down. So much wine to run off. 🤢

Happy Father’s Day. Who’s coming to sit on Dad’s dick?

Oh look. #fcf with a…week-long load buildup?

It’s chest day best day around here. Hope you’re having a great Tuesday, kiddos.

Dad goes a little himbo for a crop top bar crawl

Just another wfh #fcf

It’s amazing what a walk down a sun-dappled street at the beginning of a Chicago summer can do for one’s mood. Go outside, kiddos. You’ll thank me.

Back to vanilla life tomorrow (for like, 36 hours before my next @chifetish-wknd.bsky.social planning meeting), so I’m basking in the leather glow as long as I can.

LOLOLOL when you’re willing to endure a little bit of pain and a lot of ligature marks for kink fashion and muscle growth.

Remembering the moment I made the MC talk about Austrian philosopher Martin Buber’s I-Thou relationship from the IML stage last year…

Mondays sometimes require cake.

Need to run errands. Got dickstracted playing video games.

Fetish bar crawled a bit last night

I guess today is a different fcf for me - full chest friday.

15 years ago I was *skinnnnny* y’all. And a MODEL, darling.

Was another great @codenightchi.bsky.social last night.

Oh look. It’s #fcf again.

Bandwagoning' this shit: Assume something about me and I’ll tell you if it’s true or not.

QUEEN last night was a vibe. Well worth meetings on four hours of sleep.

Spring sun streaming through my window is making working a little later than i normally do to get shit done bearable.

When you desperately need a goddamn nap after a balls to the wall work day on 4 hours of sleep and the red line decides to stand at Fullerton with no fucking reason given.. Send treats. And blowjobs.