Slave To The Algorithm (53M)

Junk from a (formerly) bored house husband. Sometimes NSFW. 18+ always. I'm a middle-aged, cute former house husband who is bored off his ass. I'm straight but not narrow. Doesn't matter your gender race or anything else. I just want healthy connection and discourse. Talk to me. INFJ. Libra. Las Vegas local. Pictures of me will be tagged #Me. Anything I created will be tagged #Mine. All my work is copywritten and protected under a Creative Commons license. All others will be attributed if possible and no posting data will be stripped on my posts.

[cyberxbattalion]

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[aghostamongmen]

My heart.

[rocy5]

[rocy5]

[rocy5]

[thesurfslab]

[thesurfslab]

[paulcirigliano]

[davidjself]

The Analog of Self In the lens, I see myself multiplied,

A chorus of me’s, each one justified,

Through the click of a shutter, a moment confined,

Yet endless in layers, both real and designed.

With Photoshop’s brush, I blend and I blur,

Crafting each version with a flicker and stir,

Film captures raw, every flaw it reveals,

A truth in the grain that digital conceals.

Each portrait a question, each edit a quest,

For the place where I fit, where my soul finds its rest,

In shadows and highlights, my story unfolds,

A mosaic of selves, both the young and the old.

Like film in the darkroom, submerged and transformed,

I find who I am as my edges are warmed,

In negatives, positives, a spectrum of me,

Emerging from chemicals, finally set free.

Photoshop layers, like chapters in time,

Reveal every facet, each climb and decline,

In self-portraits, I see the world and my role,

A mirror reflecting the depth of my soul.

Through lenses and pixels, I start to perceive,

The place where I’m anchored, the truths I believe,

In the merging of mediums, my purpose, I find,

A composite of moments, uniquely defined.

[dripculture]

[maureen2musings]

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[this-old-stomping-ground]

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[aghostamongmen]

Grew up in one very similar to this.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Dodge Challenger T/A 340 Six Pack

[dracula61]

[darknight2525]

A display of God’s handiwork and power!

[strictlyfavorites]

[aghostamongmen]

This is the best of life, right here.

[daily-spooky]

These are called Witches Stairs. Allegedly, witches can't climb up them.

You will occasionally find them in very, very old New England homes.

[master-john-uk]

I suspect I might have difficulty climbing these stairs after a drink or two!