Last HNT, Steven at Human Nature and I posted similar images with similar themes without each other knowing it. He told me that this week he was going to post a crotch shot and sort of challenged me to do the same. I wasn’t going to at first, because I know some of you [...]
You know that old phrase:
“He’s so skinny that if he turned sideways, he’d disappear”
Lucky for me that I have something that stands out enough in profile that you still know I’m there.
The FBI has started putting images of missing gay men on milk cartons. To make them easier to find, they are using pictures of the backs of their heads.
That’s an old joke I remember from around about high school. It still makes me chuckle.
I guess if I turned up missing (that’s an oxymoron, [...]
My limbs.
Three out of five of them.
Maybe not the best three out of five. But three out of five, nonetheless.
See. I told you the left one is better.
But, I’m not left-handed. Although I started life that way.
When I learned to write, my daddy forced me into right-handedness so that I would be “normal.” (Of course, if he was still around today he’d probably be thinking he focused his energy on [...]
One advantage to painting houses is that raising and extending your arm all day gives you decent tris and delts. This is my right arm. The work arm. The left one is less developed. Kind of like tennis players. Except I think with tennis players it shows more in the [...]
Groping for something to say. But some days there’s just not much there. No matter how much you wrestle with it.
Just a thirty-three year-old Tennessee mountain man, taking it one day at a time.
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