Your Daily Dose of DILF

22 Year Old Educated Gay male crafting the definition of DILF

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  • Sit on my motherfuckin face like I am motherfucking Paris Hilton and you’re the motherfucking burger and we’re about to make the fucking hottest burger commercial the world has ever seen… bitch!

    (Source: andrewsmirror, via malecollector)

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  • If I’m alone because I stand up for the dignity of those that are not like me…

    … so be it. Tonight a very hot man visiting Berlin from NYC complimented me on my looks and my masculinity. I thanked him but reminded him that it’s not cool to pass judgment on the gays that are more feminine. I told him I value the level of authenticity over flamboyancy. He proceeded to tell me he had a boyfriend… Which we all know is the easy way of saying you’re no longer interested. However, if I went home alone tonight because I defended my gay brothers who aren’t hetero-normative, so be it. I would rather go home alone than demean my fellow brothers. In the end, being fearful of those who aren’t like you is a sure sign of your own insecurity.

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  • thadsthoughts:

    Another Sunday morning.

    ideal sunday morning

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  • Young, Restless, and Single

    Every now and again a thought grapples its way from the very depths of my mind. It claws its way forward. Its advance, once noticed, will not be stopped. Every effort to slow its pace is only a catalyst. It pierces every fiber of my gut on its hunt to occupy my most conscious state. Once present, it dances like steam over a hot drink. Enticing, yet impalpable – never quite attainable. It is the moment, or rather, series moments that most will have the luxury of experiencing at one point or another. His touch, his warmth, his breath. His grip on my hand when the movie gets scary. His very company provides a sense of security. His kisses, although as charming the occasional sun-shower, rain down as reliably as the sun’s rays. His ability to make me happy knows no end. And yet, these are just thoughts. Vague ideas of what it must feel like to be loved and be in love. I am young, restless, and single.

    Mr. Right, I’m waiting.

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