Happy happy birthday!!
@headspacetex
Texan living in Chicago who’s trying not to be fully assimilated. Jew. Leatherman. Coffee and bourbon are the keys to my heart. Chicago Leather Ambassador 2024. https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2QLLY0VP62PZ7?ref_=wl_share
Happy happy birthday!!
Ooof. This is a Word on a Monday morning. Struggle with this but it’s so much better when you accept it.
That’s a play bow.
Sounds like you’ve got all the necessary bases covered.
….yes
On my way!
You know you’re in your 40s when you need advil because you aggravated your back fucking too many holes at too many odd angles at the sex party.
They get to sing the quiet part out loud.
Neeeed.
I’m already preparing for this to be me at a party tonight.
(Will I prep to bottom just in case there’s a miracle? Yes.)
Attaboy
Such a good good pup. And a perfect himbo.
Fuuuuuuck. 🤤🤤🤤
Me next?
Absofuckinglutely not
YOU HAVE SO MUCH FACE NOW.
😍😍😍
It’s actually genuinely really helpful.
Infuriating.
But helpful.
Also, just a general reminder apropos of everything that, unless you’ve had extensive conversations with them, you don’t know where your Jewish friends stand on any of the million questions around Israel, and holding complex and nuanced opinions are not a cop-out, they’re realistic.
Fuuuuuuck, you’ve been putting the work in.
The number of times I’ve said “*a* person could do that. *This* person? Not so much.” in session is….a large number.
I love when my therapist is just like “but what if you did what a Reasonable Person would do here, instead of what *you* would do?” in the absolute kindest way possible.
But redbull is for lat-focused back days!
Also I accidentally left my razor handle in Detroit because I let the boy borrow it and haven’t had time to grab a new one and I’m feeling *shagggggy*
I’m supposed to do legs after work today but left the house without either protein or preworkout so we will seeeeeeee
What you have. What you give.
Back home, back to it.
I was in elementary and middle school when we went to war in Iraq the first time. Just graduating college when we went the second time. It’s so fucking weird and awful for war to now just be a thing we do when we’re bored on a random fucking Saturday. I’m finding it increasingly difficult to handle.
Five and a half hour train ride ahead after a very full and very heart-filling weekend with my Detroit leather family. Keep me company?
I learned from experience
I always set myself a reminder for the next day. “You’re not dying. You had beets.”
Yesssss to all of this