As a homeowner, I barely live paycheck to paycheck. If I lose my job, I’m fucked. My CC debit is the highest it’s ever been. I fucking hate being alive. At this point, I’m not afraid of death. I’m ready. I just don’t want my loved ones to miss me or anything. Fuck this world.
I take mental note of the fascists in my neighborhood (Trump flags, thin blue line flags, let’s go Brandon stickers, don’t tread on me crap, etc). I live in the middle of a fire risk zone in California. If there’s a fire, I’m not helping the fascists evacuate. They voted for crooks that don’t believe in science and climate change so they can sleep in the bed they made. That bed being a grave.
Ass, crotch, thighs, chest and arms. Eyes are a bonus. Pretty much everything about men just revs my engine.
I mean as a gay man I’m constantly checking out like 5 different areas of men constantly. Sorry I’m horny? I’m not making it obvious or them uncomfortable.
Yeah I’m not trusting random bread from people especially during Covid season.