Hello, Dear Readers. It’s been a moment. When you’re not hungry, you don’t eat, and I’ve not been hungry for a moment or two. But to catch you up with me, life has been good. My Father is still alive and living, although he and I have had a few moments in the recent past that put a lot of things between us in question for me, but that’s another story for another time.

The Belly Dancer and I are doing well. She’s still dancing, I’m still playing with fire, we are still camping and enjoying each other’s company for however long that may be. Oh, and we are getting married.

2027 will be the year, and it’s not the wedding I needed, but it’s the wedding I wanted.

There will be pyrotechnics and fire, and dancers, and dancing. All on stage. It’s going to be a rock concert that happens to have a wedding in it.

I’ve always been comfortable with being on-stage. I’ve done theater, had a band when I was young, and public speaking has never bothered me. I have always been a performer, but I have never been a bonafide dancer, but that’s all changing. And I’m okay with that. I look forward to it. So yes, for those that don’t know, now you know. I’m getting married again, hopefully for the last time.

The Belly Dancer and I can do far more together than we can do individually, which for me was a huge reason for making this choice, this decision. I have never been against marriage, I have been against going into marriage with both eyes closed. If you know the risks, and there are always risks, and you can manage them for yourself, and you’re honest about those risks, then I’m for you and for it. But again, that’s another story for another time.

Today I want to talk about faggotry.

I’ve been on social media for over a decade now, and the more I’m on it, the more I see it.

When I first got into social media, I was younger and much more naive. It was harder for me to spot the faggots. By faggots, I’m talking about the grifters and the dishonest. The people who will lie to you for money and fame. Much like when I first got into online dating. Back in the early 2000’s, it was much harder to spot a catfish. As time went on, and I gained more experience, spotting catfishes got easier for me. She only showed headshots or head and shoulder photos? Real good chance she was fat. Thank god for “body positivity.” Today, fat girls aren’t ashamed to show full body profile photos, and I’m glad for it. It makes my life much easier. Gone are the days of guessing. I can see her, in her full glory, unashamed, not embarrassed. And good for her.

Instead of assuming she’s fat, but wondering just how fat she is, now I know without having to do a meetup or texting and talking to get to the let-down. It has made my “Would/Would Not” decisions far easier and faster. Even for a “low standards” guy like me, even I have some standards. Believe it or not, I have plenty of “Would Not’s.”

Back in the late 2010’s, it was harder for me to spot the “faggots.” But by 2026, it’s far easier. I’m sure part of it is time in and experience, but I also think the faggots have their own “body positivity” too. They’re just fatter, lazier, and more stupid. It makes it far more easy for me to spot them when I see it.

Look at the screen shots above as an example.

Here we have a guy who started off his first tweet with, “My wife was very promiscuous, and I was a virgin.” From there he wrote a wall of text that I couldn’t be bothered to read. I’m fairly certain it was nothing more than him justifying his decision while he put his personal life, and his wife’s personal life, on blast for the whole world to see. Poor internet faggot.

I was one of many people who told him, “Delete this.” And of course, he doubled down with the actual screen shot that I have on this post. Now, he’s either really naive and stupid, or he’s being intellectually and intentionally dishonest. If he posted what he said ironically, he’s being dishonest. He’s a faggot. If he posted this intentionally and unironically, he’s just naive and stupid. He’s still a faggot. Either way, this isn’t a good look for him, his wife, and their personal life.

All I could think when I saw it was, “Why would you choose to put both yourself and your wife on blast? What could you both possibly gain from this in the long term?” This isn’t really a good look for anyone. Some things are better left in private, I don’t care if the other party is fine with sharing it. Sometimes Shut The Fuck Up is actually a superpower.

There have been many things in the past year of me not writing that have happened. Some things are negligible and don’t matter to you or to me. Some things matter, but they don’t involve you, so you don’t get to see that stuff. If it involves you, you don’t need to come here to read about it, you are already in the know, living it, experiencing it, and we are dealing with it. And there’s some things that are better left unsaid. I know about it, you don’t, you never will, and that’s perfect.

In other news, I’m doing more fire related stuff, and this spring/summer is ramping up. This last weekend, I got to see what the new show is going to be. There is fire throughout every number, which is different from years past. In the past, it was a fire number followed up by a number that didn’t have fire. I got to take a break. This year there is no break. It’s going to be fast, furious, chaotic, and intense, but I’m looking forward to it. It’s going to be fantastic, and hopefully everyone remains safe, alive, intact, and unburned.