Daddy Danger Wolf

It’s here waiting for you

Get over here, little bro.

You coming to bed?

Get. Here. Now.

Same. Even when it’s the plan.

I see something that needs planting

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I love how many content creators are also working classical musicians. Here, have some Paganini, Puccini, and porn. Bach, Beethoven, and bone. Handel, Haydn, and hard cocks.

It’s so awful, and the narratives we create from it when we fucking *know better* are wild.

Someone opening an app and scrolling it is a different thing than *actively engaging* with someone and takes different brain space and approach! And yet I think “they’re on Insta and therefore ignoring me!”

The greatest opportunity for
me to confront my anxious attachment head-on is that little number that tells you how long ago all your regular contacts were active on IG when you go to send a post/reel to *anyone*.

(I 100% have been guilty of “you had time to scroll insta but not to reply to me!” BS)

I will not complain about things I am not actually willing to change. I will not complain about things I am not actually willing to change. I will not complain about things I am not actually willing to change. I will not complain about things I am not actually willing to change.

The funny thing is that my vanilla life is still wild compared to my coworkers. Like, “ran a theater company and was a touring puppeteer” is a far cry from “is a Patriots fan and spends his weekends with his three girls and his lovely tradwife.”

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The bios I’ve written for the last two years have been for leather contests. I’m not sure “Danger is a Dad, a Sir, a handler, occasionally a dog, and, for a select few, a very very good boy” translates into corp-speak. 🤣

Trying to write a SFW bio for the advisory board I’m now a part of, and since I’m now single and all my dogs are gone I have absolutely no clue what to put in it.

hump hump hump hump HUMP

Sliding in while my hand slides up and down. Duh.

*technically* worked yesterday but most of it was from bed in Detroit and then on the Amtrak home, so it’s feeling like the most Monday of Tuesdays here. But we got this, kiddos. Somehow against all odds we’ve got this.

Got to throw my flogger (a lot) for ICON Detroit this weekend for their Break the Ice party.

Arm was tiiiiired here after three hours of demos but best boy @leatherboyteddy.bsky.social always inspires that extra oomph at the end of a night.

…what if you *are* a dad who is also occasionally a dog?

Well. I can now put “flogged 25 people in a single night” on my kink resume.

Wrote a clear but kindly worded call-in email to an org yesterday about some of the exclusive language they were using. Got a response today that they’re changing it with an apology and a thank you.

Sometimes the world works the way it’s supposed to.

I’m at that point in my life where it’ll definitely help.

Thanks, handsome! Just a week off from upper body work at the gym and some anti-inflammatories and i should be right as rain.

Y’all. I hurt myself at the gym last week - and instead of ignoring it, I made an appointment with my doctor when it wasn’t something that immediately cleared up. And when I went and the prescription was anti-inflammatory and rest, I wasn’t angry I’d wasted my time.

That’s HUGE growth for a Texan.

I love Facebook sometimes. I’ll repost a dog’s cogent and passionate discussion of why generative AI is problematic and why it is different than just “AI” in general, and my second cousin from the Texas Panhandle will comment “great points!”

“This is unfair, I’m going to talk to Dad” is…not the way to ever get me to do what you want in a professional setting.

There is a huge swathe of the leather community that will not set foot into Touche as long as the man who hired and participated in a blackface performance works there. There are also a lot of folks who want to preserve any place they can get their dick sucked. The “leather community” isn’t singular

Fuuuuuuuuck babe.

The fact that I’m getting GLP-1 ads on The Beauty is just fucking dystopic.