Jason in Toronto
@jasonintoronto.bsky.social
Father of 3. Son of 5. Live so as to fulfill the dreams of your ancestors and inspire those of your descendants. Oh to be a stone of the earth, wind in the mountains, river and forest kind of magic. Solid, ancient, and bone deep. I'm not for everyone.
Today we celebrated American Thanksgiving with a house full of American relatives. Typical November day in the 6ix: windy, coldish, snow squalls then sunshine. Whupped 'em at football in the park. Early dinner. There, we did a 'thankful for' circle.
Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends.
Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends.
November 28, 2025 at 12:22 AM
Today we celebrated American Thanksgiving with a house full of American relatives. Typical November day in the 6ix: windy, coldish, snow squalls then sunshine. Whupped 'em at football in the park. Early dinner. There, we did a 'thankful for' circle.
Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends.
Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends.
When you just know he'll be a 3 ring circus.
November 28, 2025 at 12:13 AM
When you just know he'll be a 3 ring circus.
I need to make this into a hoodie.
November 27, 2025 at 11:54 PM
I need to make this into a hoodie.
Quoted this today at the gym.
Staff guy caught me fucking a twunk in the steam room.
Fuck.
Asked to see me downstairs.
Figured my membership was toast.
Nope.
Him: Was he good?
Me: Until you busted it up.
Him: I could suspend you.
Me: Would that make you hard, feel manly?
Him: No. Can you teach me?
Staff guy caught me fucking a twunk in the steam room.
Fuck.
Asked to see me downstairs.
Figured my membership was toast.
Nope.
Him: Was he good?
Me: Until you busted it up.
Him: I could suspend you.
Me: Would that make you hard, feel manly?
Him: No. Can you teach me?
November 27, 2025 at 11:49 PM
Quoted this today at the gym.
Staff guy caught me fucking a twunk in the steam room.
Fuck.
Asked to see me downstairs.
Figured my membership was toast.
Nope.
Him: Was he good?
Me: Until you busted it up.
Him: I could suspend you.
Me: Would that make you hard, feel manly?
Him: No. Can you teach me?
Staff guy caught me fucking a twunk in the steam room.
Fuck.
Asked to see me downstairs.
Figured my membership was toast.
Nope.
Him: Was he good?
Me: Until you busted it up.
Him: I could suspend you.
Me: Would that make you hard, feel manly?
Him: No. Can you teach me?
When your look finds you.
Image: Brant Daugherty
Image: Brant Daugherty
November 27, 2025 at 4:15 AM
When your look finds you.
Image: Brant Daugherty
Image: Brant Daugherty
When your decade finds you.
November 27, 2025 at 4:12 AM
When your decade finds you.
When your truth finds you.
November 27, 2025 at 4:11 AM
When your truth finds you.
Resistance is futile!
No it isn't.
Oh, well then, you will be ASSIMILATED!
No, I won't.
Okay, how about, WE ARE THE BORG!
So you're synthetic plush pile material from the 1960's.
NO, we're . . .
Want some hot cocoa and fresh, chewy raisin oatmeal cookies?
Yes, please.
No it isn't.
Oh, well then, you will be ASSIMILATED!
No, I won't.
Okay, how about, WE ARE THE BORG!
So you're synthetic plush pile material from the 1960's.
NO, we're . . .
Want some hot cocoa and fresh, chewy raisin oatmeal cookies?
Yes, please.
November 25, 2025 at 2:13 AM
Resistance is futile!
No it isn't.
Oh, well then, you will be ASSIMILATED!
No, I won't.
Okay, how about, WE ARE THE BORG!
So you're synthetic plush pile material from the 1960's.
NO, we're . . .
Want some hot cocoa and fresh, chewy raisin oatmeal cookies?
Yes, please.
No it isn't.
Oh, well then, you will be ASSIMILATED!
No, I won't.
Okay, how about, WE ARE THE BORG!
So you're synthetic plush pile material from the 1960's.
NO, we're . . .
Want some hot cocoa and fresh, chewy raisin oatmeal cookies?
Yes, please.
Keys to the Kingdom.
Whether granting or being granted, there is a very special connection that happens when trust is absolute, lust is overwhelming, and love is beyond measure.
You can feel it in the way he opens to you.
You can feel it in the way his hand cups your ass as he explores inwards.
Whether granting or being granted, there is a very special connection that happens when trust is absolute, lust is overwhelming, and love is beyond measure.
You can feel it in the way he opens to you.
You can feel it in the way his hand cups your ass as he explores inwards.
November 25, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Keys to the Kingdom.
Whether granting or being granted, there is a very special connection that happens when trust is absolute, lust is overwhelming, and love is beyond measure.
You can feel it in the way he opens to you.
You can feel it in the way his hand cups your ass as he explores inwards.
Whether granting or being granted, there is a very special connection that happens when trust is absolute, lust is overwhelming, and love is beyond measure.
You can feel it in the way he opens to you.
You can feel it in the way his hand cups your ass as he explores inwards.
Back to back business trips without a chance to be home are the worst. But now that I'm home, it all fades away, ya know?
November 25, 2025 at 1:24 AM
Back to back business trips without a chance to be home are the worst. But now that I'm home, it all fades away, ya know?
On business trips I always make it a point to walk the city. If I find an impressive church I will always go in and meditate on the architecture. At some point a priest will come in. I will say hi and invite him to sit and chat with me. And make this happen. It never takes long. Tithing.
November 25, 2025 at 12:48 AM
On business trips I always make it a point to walk the city. If I find an impressive church I will always go in and meditate on the architecture. At some point a priest will come in. I will say hi and invite him to sit and chat with me. And make this happen. It never takes long. Tithing.
Right now in the Paper of Record. Buying into her rebranding as a serious whateverthefuck. This fucking sycophantic asslicking opportunist. There is no longer such a thing as American journalism.
Watch for the Presidential run. As Randy sang
Marjorie Taylor
Taylor
Gree-eee-eee-eee-eee-eee-eene.
Watch for the Presidential run. As Randy sang
Marjorie Taylor
Taylor
Gree-eee-eee-eee-eee-eee-eene.
November 20, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Right now in the Paper of Record. Buying into her rebranding as a serious whateverthefuck. This fucking sycophantic asslicking opportunist. There is no longer such a thing as American journalism.
Watch for the Presidential run. As Randy sang
Marjorie Taylor
Taylor
Gree-eee-eee-eee-eee-eee-eene.
Watch for the Presidential run. As Randy sang
Marjorie Taylor
Taylor
Gree-eee-eee-eee-eee-eee-eene.
Gee Whillikers we’re just days away from Orange Foolius trumpeting how he has been completely EXONERATED in the Democrat’s Epstein Files hoax.
November 20, 2025 at 1:13 AM
Gee Whillikers we’re just days away from Orange Foolius trumpeting how he has been completely EXONERATED in the Democrat’s Epstein Files hoax.
Because we pay it forward.
As a Frosh, I had Senior lovers.
As they had.
As a Senior, I had Masters lovers.
As they had.
As a PhD candidate I had faculty lovers.
As they had.
As an entry level businessman I had executive lovers.
As they had.
As a Frosh, I had Senior lovers.
As they had.
As a Senior, I had Masters lovers.
As they had.
As a PhD candidate I had faculty lovers.
As they had.
As an entry level businessman I had executive lovers.
As they had.
November 19, 2025 at 4:41 AM
Because we pay it forward.
As a Frosh, I had Senior lovers.
As they had.
As a Senior, I had Masters lovers.
As they had.
As a PhD candidate I had faculty lovers.
As they had.
As an entry level businessman I had executive lovers.
As they had.
As a Frosh, I had Senior lovers.
As they had.
As a Senior, I had Masters lovers.
As they had.
As a PhD candidate I had faculty lovers.
As they had.
As an entry level businessman I had executive lovers.
As they had.
Being you during every waking moment is the only way to live in truth.
I've never liked clothes.
So they don't happen in our house or otherwise as possible.
Clothes are for warmth in cold weather.
Naturists protest mightily that it is not about sex.
Good for them.
So I'm not one.
Nekkid, not nude.
I've never liked clothes.
So they don't happen in our house or otherwise as possible.
Clothes are for warmth in cold weather.
Naturists protest mightily that it is not about sex.
Good for them.
So I'm not one.
Nekkid, not nude.
November 19, 2025 at 4:11 AM
Being you during every waking moment is the only way to live in truth.
I've never liked clothes.
So they don't happen in our house or otherwise as possible.
Clothes are for warmth in cold weather.
Naturists protest mightily that it is not about sex.
Good for them.
So I'm not one.
Nekkid, not nude.
I've never liked clothes.
So they don't happen in our house or otherwise as possible.
Clothes are for warmth in cold weather.
Naturists protest mightily that it is not about sex.
Good for them.
So I'm not one.
Nekkid, not nude.
"Do business guys really do sex during office hours?"
I get asked this a lot. A lot of us work in office buildings with thousands of guys. Every tower has a "known" men's room on a particular floor. Also, in Toronto, all the towers are connected underground. Men's. Parking lots. 10:30 a.m. 4:30 p.m.
I get asked this a lot. A lot of us work in office buildings with thousands of guys. Every tower has a "known" men's room on a particular floor. Also, in Toronto, all the towers are connected underground. Men's. Parking lots. 10:30 a.m. 4:30 p.m.
November 19, 2025 at 3:33 AM
"Do business guys really do sex during office hours?"
I get asked this a lot. A lot of us work in office buildings with thousands of guys. Every tower has a "known" men's room on a particular floor. Also, in Toronto, all the towers are connected underground. Men's. Parking lots. 10:30 a.m. 4:30 p.m.
I get asked this a lot. A lot of us work in office buildings with thousands of guys. Every tower has a "known" men's room on a particular floor. Also, in Toronto, all the towers are connected underground. Men's. Parking lots. 10:30 a.m. 4:30 p.m.
When you ask a bar buddy to send you a vid that really turns him on in private and he does and you up the ante, way up, and send him one in return and you bulls eye him and two hours later he texts you this:
- I've watched it about 30 times now. Also, my dick is sore.
- I've watched it about 30 times now. Also, my dick is sore.
November 17, 2025 at 1:03 AM
When you ask a bar buddy to send you a vid that really turns him on in private and he does and you up the ante, way up, and send him one in return and you bulls eye him and two hours later he texts you this:
- I've watched it about 30 times now. Also, my dick is sore.
- I've watched it about 30 times now. Also, my dick is sore.
We all got our flu and COVID shots the other day. He's the only one to get what I can't in all honesty call side effects. He's been down for the count for two days.
UM1: This pisses me off. I have zero strength, I feel like a bag of wet cement.
Me: Can I get you anything else?
UM1: You. Here.
UM1: This pisses me off. I have zero strength, I feel like a bag of wet cement.
Me: Can I get you anything else?
UM1: You. Here.
November 16, 2025 at 11:55 PM
We all got our flu and COVID shots the other day. He's the only one to get what I can't in all honesty call side effects. He's been down for the count for two days.
UM1: This pisses me off. I have zero strength, I feel like a bag of wet cement.
Me: Can I get you anything else?
UM1: You. Here.
UM1: This pisses me off. I have zero strength, I feel like a bag of wet cement.
Me: Can I get you anything else?
UM1: You. Here.
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
I’m only a man looking for a dream
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy.
It's not easy to be me.
I’m only a man looking for a dream
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy.
It's not easy to be me.
November 16, 2025 at 4:07 AM
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
I’m only a man looking for a dream
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy.
It's not easy to be me.
I’m only a man looking for a dream
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy.
It's not easy to be me.
You’re the only one I’m sharing this with, okay?
Oh that I was so in love. Oh that I was so naive.
Oh that I was so in love. Oh that I was so naive.
November 16, 2025 at 3:09 AM
You’re the only one I’m sharing this with, okay?
Oh that I was so in love. Oh that I was so naive.
Oh that I was so in love. Oh that I was so naive.
Do you think it’s weird that all of a sudden the Algorithm of All That Is is suddenly filling my feed with morbidly obese men? And when I say Less of This I get more? Am I the only one? Also, abs.
November 14, 2025 at 3:30 AM
Do you think it’s weird that all of a sudden the Algorithm of All That Is is suddenly filling my feed with morbidly obese men? And when I say Less of This I get more? Am I the only one? Also, abs.
Today: Dick o' Death walks into gym sauna. Sits. Closes eyes.
5 minutes.
Gets up to leave.
Me: Wanna play?
DoD: Thanks, no. I'm straight.
Me: Good news! I'm gay. Suck that balls deep.
Gay Bud: And I'll eat your ass while he does it.
DoD: Smiles. Leaves.
3, 2, 1. And he's back.
Where he ended up.
5 minutes.
Gets up to leave.
Me: Wanna play?
DoD: Thanks, no. I'm straight.
Me: Good news! I'm gay. Suck that balls deep.
Gay Bud: And I'll eat your ass while he does it.
DoD: Smiles. Leaves.
3, 2, 1. And he's back.
Where he ended up.
November 14, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Today: Dick o' Death walks into gym sauna. Sits. Closes eyes.
5 minutes.
Gets up to leave.
Me: Wanna play?
DoD: Thanks, no. I'm straight.
Me: Good news! I'm gay. Suck that balls deep.
Gay Bud: And I'll eat your ass while he does it.
DoD: Smiles. Leaves.
3, 2, 1. And he's back.
Where he ended up.
5 minutes.
Gets up to leave.
Me: Wanna play?
DoD: Thanks, no. I'm straight.
Me: Good news! I'm gay. Suck that balls deep.
Gay Bud: And I'll eat your ass while he does it.
DoD: Smiles. Leaves.
3, 2, 1. And he's back.
Where he ended up.
Ideas become thoughts.
Thoughts become words.
Words become actions.
Actions become habits.
Habits become character.
Character becomes destiny.
- from my journal, this day, 1988, in his handwriting.
/UM2
Thoughts become words.
Words become actions.
Actions become habits.
Habits become character.
Character becomes destiny.
- from my journal, this day, 1988, in his handwriting.
/UM2
November 14, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Ideas become thoughts.
Thoughts become words.
Words become actions.
Actions become habits.
Habits become character.
Character becomes destiny.
- from my journal, this day, 1988, in his handwriting.
/UM2
Thoughts become words.
Words become actions.
Actions become habits.
Habits become character.
Character becomes destiny.
- from my journal, this day, 1988, in his handwriting.
/UM2
The traffic thunders on the busy street
The pavement slips beneath my feet
I walk alone and wonder
Who am I?
Maybe I'm reaching far too high
For I have something else, entirely free
The love of someone close to me
Unfettered by the world that hurries by
To question such good fortune
Who am I?
-PC
The pavement slips beneath my feet
I walk alone and wonder
Who am I?
Maybe I'm reaching far too high
For I have something else, entirely free
The love of someone close to me
Unfettered by the world that hurries by
To question such good fortune
Who am I?
-PC
November 13, 2025 at 11:54 AM
The traffic thunders on the busy street
The pavement slips beneath my feet
I walk alone and wonder
Who am I?
Maybe I'm reaching far too high
For I have something else, entirely free
The love of someone close to me
Unfettered by the world that hurries by
To question such good fortune
Who am I?
-PC
The pavement slips beneath my feet
I walk alone and wonder
Who am I?
Maybe I'm reaching far too high
For I have something else, entirely free
The love of someone close to me
Unfettered by the world that hurries by
To question such good fortune
Who am I?
-PC