The Chubby Gay Man’s artistic Mind

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Well, as typical and flamboyantly ( I don’t think that’s a word. It is now!) gay as this is.

Today, I made the terrifying decision to put all of my art up for sale. Yeah, I know. Another glorified abstract artist trying to make a living off doing what he loves. Rude, right?

Anyways. It’s bright. It’s cheery. Like me. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m a bump on a log. Unless you give me food. Then BAM! Insta happy fat man.

Okay, thanks!

Oh, here’s the website. Whoops.



Mid-Day Traffic Shenanigans

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In retrospect, blowing a kiss to the driver who was tailgating me may not have been the reaction he was wanting, but his face was definitely worth the excessive honking, I must say!

His finger seemed to have some sort of glitch,too. Weird.

You may want to get that get looked at, friend!

Maybe he just really needed a hug.

Oh well!

On a side note, the skies here have been quite lovely!

Have a wonderful day, Beautiful people!

The Big Bellied Boxer Roll

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Evidently I’ve been working on this list of sorts. So, without further delay.

The Chubby Life Sessions

 This one probably isn’t the WORST, but it definitely holds some real weight. Yeah, I know. That was bad.

Anyway. This ones called the Big Bellied Boxer Roll. Happens to me most mornings as I’m trying to rid of the crease and wrinkle boxer problems you have once you get your pants on. Yeah, you’ve been there.

So, you’ve moved past that. You’re feeling confident, you’re starting to dance a little in celebration, then you spot it. The clouds start rolling in, the sweat is starting to form, and you promptly attempt to suck in your gut in hopes that will solve the issue. To no avail, it’s still staring you down in the mirror.

Yep, it happened again. The sheer weight and shape of your gut has caused the elastic band on your boxers to roll over and let out a faint squeak of failure.

The emotional stress you’re feeling at this point is reason enough to shed a tear, perhaps even workout. Or you can just go eat a muffin.

Yep, I’m eating a muffin.


The Big Bellied Muffin Lover.


It’s okay, Beautiful

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After a quick cruise on Facebook this afternoon, I was overwhelmed with the amount of negative feedback on all of the LGBT pages that I’m subscribed to. It gave me a heavy heart, and I just want to tell anyone who may be struggling with their sexuality or gender identification;

It’s okay to be Gay. It’s okay to be Transgender. It’s okay to be Bisexual. It’s okay.

You Are Beautiful.

Please. Be kind to one another.

Little Rosie and the Blue Journal

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Awkward moment #246 that became cherished memory #362

Today, I met Rosie. Rosie was an elderly woman of rather short stature who’s smile melted my heart and perfume brought tears to my eyes. It’s okay, Rosie. You’re openness and love for life made it all worth it!

I saw little Rosie in the book store while I was looking for a new journal, and before I had the chance to make eye contact and say hello, a frail but confident voice blurted out; “Get the blue one with the ribbon! It’s so dandy, like you!” I smiled, and quickly turned around borderline hugging that exact journal and blurted out’ “Yes! Fantastic taste, my lady!”

Rosie continued on to tell me that she was just simply too old for me, but her granddaughter was in the market! I quickly begin to hide behind the journal trying to figure out how I can break the news that I am without a doubt as gay as a gay man can be.

Before I could respond, she starts laughing and presumes to tell me that she also has grandsons. During a serious case of the gut giggles, I tackle Rosie with a hug and thank her for making my entire week. Well, no. I didn’t literally tackle her. Poor thing.

Anyway. Thank you Ma’am for being so open and humble in this world, it’s truly refreshing and beautiful!

Have You Had Your Moment?!

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At the ripe age of 29, I was rocking out to some music in the living room, while also eating a muffin and waiting for my pants to dry. You know, the typical gay males afternoon. Or wait, maybe that’s just me. Anyone want to have a dance off? Anyway, back to the story. I mean THE story. It’s good. Stay tuned, and yes I typically eat muffins before I put pants on.

While the muffin consuming dance off was happening, I noticed my dog looking at me. If you have a dog, you know this look. Tilted head, ears up, tail nervously wagging while they try to figure out how they got adopted by you, it’s really great. Then it happened, it REALLY happened. Yep, I started laughing, then I started crying. I know what you’re thinking, and no. I’m not deranged, my dog just ripped one. Alright, that isn’t the highlight of this story, as much as I want it to be.

In all seriousness, it was in that moment I randomly and might I say finally, realized I was completely okay and utterly ecstatic that I was Gay. God, that didn’t catch that moment right. HEYYY, I’M GAYYY!! Okay, neither did that.Truthfully though, this was huge for me. I’ve known I was gay since high school, and up until this day, I just couldn’t bring myself to feel confident in who I was.

This is where I really need to emphasize on the importance of doing your best to be confident in whoever you are despite the opinions and remarks you may get along the way. Go back and read that again. No, really. Again, and again, and again, until you’re just flat out annoyed with me. It’s cool. I can take it. I never want anyone to live without the confidence they deserve. You’re beautiful, rock that, and spread that into the world. We need it. Dance in your underwear, sing out of tune, and do it all without the least bit of hesitation.

So, YEP! That was the exact moment I stopped worrying about anyone finding out. Liberation, baby! Let me tell you! It was hilarious, and of all the memories I have, this one definitely takes the cake!

Moral of the story; Please be who you are without reservations and live life smiling and bringing joy to the world. You’ll be amazed at what happens.

Oh, and never trust dog farts. Yikes.