I wanted an easy bake oven when I was little. My parents wouldn’t get me one becuase it was “girly” or “gay” or something. I didn’t know that wanting to make food was gay.
But it’s OK, I’m now a happily married guy in his 40’s who rides his big motorcycle to the grocery store on weekends to get those few missing ingredients I need so I can cook for my wife and kid. Unless I’m making cookies, those seem to end up being eaten by the neighborhood kids, in addition to my wife and kid.
Not… really. It’s easy. You see, I have a harley (with a modern water cooled engine) that I ride while wearing full protective gear instead of a leather vest. I’m straight but might not be all the way to one side of the ol’ kinsey scale. My wife isn’t my beard, we’re very affectionate amd obsessed with each other, in fact the one thing in my life I can be sure of is my relationship with her.
I wanted an easy bake oven when I was little. My parents wouldn’t get me one becuase it was “girly” or “gay” or something. I didn’t know that wanting to make food was gay.
But it’s OK, I’m now a happily married guy in his 40’s who rides his big motorcycle to the grocery store on weekends to get those few missing ingredients I need so I can cook for my wife and kid. Unless I’m making cookies, those seem to end up being eaten by the neighborhood kids, in addition to my wife and kid.
I had a creepy crawler oven. I think it was the same thing. You just made rubber bugs instead of muffins or whatever.
So you are saying that you are a closeted leather bear who uses a wife as a beard. /s
Daddy likes leather. Leather daddy?
Not… really. It’s easy. You see, I have a harley (with a modern water cooled engine) that I ride while wearing full protective gear instead of a leather vest. I’m straight but might not be all the way to one side of the ol’ kinsey scale. My wife isn’t my beard, we’re very affectionate amd obsessed with each other, in fact the one thing in my life I can be sure of is my relationship with her.
The real issue is probably the 'tism.