Beautiful Sinner

Cali boy with New York dreams...

[tairytwenty]

4.22.26

Go ahead. Put anything.

Fine I will.

Coachella was my favorite thus far. I got to see all the artists I wanted to see, with the exception of BIA and Coi Leray.

I didn't hook up with anyone, but i was still succumbed to the random checks by seemingly straight guys that just wanted to pass the vibe check in the crowd. When I tell you so many times I was stuck in a crowd and cute guy that's next to me had to say some outlandish, out-of-pocket shit to me. Like I had this one guy during the YUMA dash to the PK lot, ask me why I wasn't complaining like everyone else in the crowd. I simply told him I don't mind being touched and my personal space being invaded as long as I'm not being hurt. And he proceeded to have his hand around my waist the entire duration of the crowd clash...until we broke free however. I didn't say a word, he continued to act like nothing happened and say weird things into the crowd.

The other thing I learned is that one my of good friends may be abusing ketta, but is it really my place to say something? Yeah, it kind of is.. When? I gotta figure it out on my own. It's gunna be hard this year linking up with the Bay. I've got other shit I want to do. But this isn't about me. I feel like I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn't speak to my friend about this. I watched it happen several times during the weekend and personally I also didn't want to express that I was truly enamoured with the drug myself.

First time in a long time I felt a feeling that's made me stop dead in it's tracks. I've done so many drugs in my lifetime...and yes other's less frequently than my big 3 but its just so fucking bad sometimes.

I can strongly say I don't think I'd want to do K like that. I like my esctacy I like my molly and I like my weed. The only other thing I'd want is acid.

[tairytwenty]

4.4.4

it's actually .26 but you get the picture. 44444 angel numbers. Dashes and burberry rain boots. looking like every designer fav muse.

I'm usually active around this time because I'm normally self-reflecting on where I haven't been this year. It's suddenly two full years of being single. I feel like that's my only gauge for how my life progresses at this point. There's not much else to pitter-patter on about in my life.

I'm here, kind of dead inside but ready to go on my next adventure. That adventure is... the beloved Coachella music festival. I'm ready for it. but am i really? I'm still deteriorating like an piece of wood. I'm starting to shrivel up and die like a sad orchid. I'm expected to rise to the occasion. It's probably my last return to the desert for a while. Jasmine and I, are probably going to move onto bigger and better things...like drugs in Amsterdam.

Did i mention I love this DJ Mau P? He's such a fun time and I've seen him 3 times already within the year. I wish he was going to chella this year but sadly he will be at pacha in Ibiza.

Anyways, back to my point because I'm already getting tired of typing so much. I'm just kind of anxious this time around. I don't feel 100 and it's not just because I'm physically in dispose...mentally can I handle another MF where I'm not bringing my rave bae. I remember telling myself at the first coachella I attended way back when -- that I would lock in for the next. And then the next...until finally I'm at the next and I'm still out here raving solo.

I'm such a sucker for love. We all know that. Just go through this blog. It's absolutely insane the lengths I've gone to feel this silly little emotion so deeply for so long. When am I going to be comfortable with myself. I kind of want to hear Jasmine's take on this. She's been rocking with me since the beginning and I know here and I matured in the same way. She gets me and she gets like where my mind runs off to when the darkness settles in. That's a true friend right there.

Although, I don't have a boo this time around. I do have Jasmine and Scar...a reunion that is long overdue. I can't wait for next weekend. I promise to update you guys...while I'm high as a kite on ketamine.

[thecelticgod]

[nwalthall]

We the people...

No Kings 03/28/2026

© 2026 ned walthall

[tairytwenty]

juggling three boys is insane work but hear me out. I've done worse lmfao.

[tairytwenty]

I've closed the chapter, but I don't think I want to continue writing the same story.

[tairytwenty]

Relfection model

I've lost... my evernote account..I think Or at least I have to pay to get my content back so in the mean time I'm going to try and blog on here.

[cozyvu]

storm watching

[tairytwenty]

For all the dogs

Welcome to another installment of Tairytwenty's shitty life. Picking up from where I left off;

Caleb and I are no longer together, we've been separated for about a year now. He sort of fucked me over on housing for like the next 7 years so add that onto my list of things my ex's have done to screw me over. Add it along with:

getting st*bbed

getting cheated on

being forced into a threesome

moving all the way across the country for someone only to have them fuck you over.

NEW: having your partner lie to you about paying rent and hide all the eviction notices until the day before they decide to kick you out.

Just to recap the unfortunate series of events that is my life.

I'm currently in an undisclosed temporary living situation with the two cats. (get this Caleb left honey with me) And I'm kind of stuck at a crossroads. I don't have enough money to clear my record and I don't have enough money to move to a more solid location.

The saddest part of it all is the way this all unfolded. Which honestly at this point I don't even want to go into grave detail because I'm done having to explain myself but the summarized version is he just up-n-left. Like packed all his shit one day while I was gone...and just bounced. I never heard from him again. He didn't even respond to my texts. It was crazy.

Now you may think, like...damn Tairy what did you do to him? And honestly I have my part in all of this but the only part I'm going to share is the fact that I was lead to believe that we were going to work it out. I vividly recall our last conversation being one of those game plan types of talks and I felt like we had made progress on how we were going to get out on top.

That clearly was not the case when I came home that night. That clearly was not the case when I saw that I was blocked on SM. That clearly was not the case when I saw the outstanding bill to our storage unit that we had agreed to go halfsies on before I left for the day.

Our entire lives were in that storage unit and he didn't even have the audacity to take care of that with me. So...we parted ways.

[daisylambs]

[numnum-num]

Tom Bianchi "Fire Island Pines"

[filmgifs]

Jacob Elordi as Felix Catton Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

[rubicsqb]

cover boy

[tairytwenty]

A legacy

Today, (or oddly probably the 13th) marks the 11th birthday of this praised blog. It marks a decade-long era of the claim to fame persona titled "tairytwenty". It was here where I first discovered findoms, and my appreciation for validation from complete strangers on the internet. It was here when I met my longest, most profound friendships from all over the country. T'was here where I got lost, T'was here where I was found. Amazing grace, that saved a wretch like me.

Tumblr, was my go to..11 years ago. I scripted an entire manifold of raunchy sexcapedes, and engraved the letter 'A' on everything I wore. It wasn't long before I became a commodity. A totem poll for others to pass along. A platform, for the new generation to blissfully walk from. A stage to embody all stages; to walk, strut, prance, dance, and just be themselves.

I made sure that everyone felt inclusive in this tiny little nation we called Tumblr. I made sure that there wasn't so much of divide from the furthest reach, and this horrible reality we all considered "growing up". This was the life I aspired to live. A life of pure fixation on the masses of internet memes and subcultures on reddit feeds. This was the birthplace of a nation, under tumblr, with inclusivity and turmoil for all.

In my latter years of this account, as with everyone on social media. We grew up. We stopped being depressed, we stopped worrying too much about what we were going to do with ourselves. We stopped guessing what life had in store for us, and we just kept living it. this legacy stands for the people before it. For the generation before me who gave me life, love and the pursuit of happiness. This legacy stands for the people that come after me and a new expedition of internet fandoms. To share your piece of yourself to a world of infinite possibilities.

Happy 11th birthday Tairytwenty. (and Marvin Zolanski)

[mercuryfountain-deactivated2024]

Complaining about twinks is basically the gay guy equivalent of straight guys making “dumb blond” jokes

[quotemadness]

“People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”

— Erin Morgenstern

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“Don’t ever feel bad for making a decision that upsets other people. You are not responsible for their happiness. You are responsible for your happiness.”

— Isaiah Henkel