Muscle workshop with @flexxdom 💪Dominic came in for a muscle check and I was completely shocked by his physique. Honestly, I don’t think we’ve ever met a better guy to showcase muscles. Of course I couldn’t resist and had to fuck his biceps… because oiled up he was simply irresistible…Full video on my The best Flex video, link in comments…
DILLON’S DIRTY LIFE ROAD DIARIES
Everything changes. Nothing stays the same forever. I’m grateful I finally made it back to the gym last week @AllenSilverxxx@CooperRayXXX@AxelStoneXXX
I saw a lot of familiar faces-and then a few others. Men I remembered, people I could identify with-and it felt good to be back. However, for me, starting over can sometimes be the hardest part.
I’ve basically been out of the gym since April 1, when I had surgery on my right hand. Arthritis had done enough damage that the doctor needed to go in, remove a bone, drill a hole, and place an anchor to stabilize everything.
The same day, my mother passed in my arms, back in 2001 and I had to tell her to go. Now that was challenging. This beautiful woman helped bring me into the world and the blessing, I had the opportunity to help her leave.
Yeah. Surgery is never fucking fun as far as I’m concerned. The good news? My right hand feels better. The left hand needs the same surgery, but I’ve put that one off until after I get married in November. So sometime in December, I’ll probably be right back at it. Again.
Same thing. Different hand. Different day. Different time. That’s life.
And life has taught me something else: when a man refuses to do his own work and continues telling himself a narrative that simply isn’t true, and doesn’t make sense to anyone who witnessed it here in our small little town, he never gives himself the opportunity to get better. Growth requires honesty-especially honesty with ourselves.
I try to keep a positive attitude no matter what life hands me. No pun intended. And many of you know life handed me quite a bit toward the end of last year and throughout this year.
Strangely enough, I’m grateful for all of it. Adversity has a way of reminding me who I am-and, perhaps more importantly, who I am not.
Thank God.
I am a man who works with integrity. My word means something.
I don’t lie. I don’t cheat. And I don’t steal-especially from my brothers. If someone will do that to me. Guess what? They’ll do it to you too, when and if the opportunity arises.
Over time, life has a funny way of revealing the truth. Many times, we don’t see it in the moment. We see it later, farther down the road, when enough distance allows us to look backward and finally understand what happened.
When I extend my hand, it’s to offer another man a hand up-not to take something away from him and then become deceitful as all hell about it.
I have a deep understanding of my life today and, more importantly, my part in it. Nobody was ever going to do my work for me. And nobody can do yours for you either.
I could sit here and tell you how I believe the universe works, but ultimately that means very little unless you’re willing to walk your own road and discover what you believe for yourself.
I may share what I’ve learned. I may extend my hand. I may even walk beside you for a while. But the road? That part belongs to you. That’s what I’m about.
And somewhere farther down that road-where the blackbirds fly, somewhere over the rainbow, once in a lullaby-there might even be a new silver belt buckle on a pair of jeans hanging next to mine.
Keep walking.
I’ll keep telling my story through Dillon’s Dirty Road Diaries exactly as life gives it to me. Not rewritten to make me look better. Not rearranged to make somebody else look worse.
Not polished into some convenient narrative because the truth became uncomfortable.
Just life as it happened.
Because after everything I’ve lived through, I’ve learned something:
You really can’t write this shit any better than life already does. 🎬🎥🤠🎥📽️🎬 Subscribe:
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