TMI: Father’s Day Questionnaire

"I never looked into my father's eyes, for fear of finding something of myself..."

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This week's topic: Father’s Day Questionnaire

My dad's name is Maynard.

He is 78 years old.

He is as big as the heart that beats inside him and all the love that it can hold.

He has no hair and pale, pale sky blue eyes.

His favorite food is candy, chocolate, and Little Debbie cakes.

His favorite color is blue.

He likes to go to bed.

For fun he likes to watch cartoons.  Favorites include: Peppa Pig, Sponge Bob Square Pants, Tom and Jerry, Franklin the Turtle, and Max and Ruby.  His favorite movie is ‘Happy Feet’.

My favorite thing to do with my dad is sit and/or feed him, watch cartoons.

I love my dad because he loves me.

At my lowest point, he accepted me as I am and let me know that he loved me.

Throughout my life, even though he didn’t ‘like’ me, I know he loved me.  I know I was a disappointment to him – not the son he had wished for, but my older brother was everything he could have hoped for and more, so the pressure was off. 

He never failed to bail me out, no matter what kind of mess I had managed to make of things.  He kept his distance when I needed him to and was there when there was no one else.  He celebrated me at my best and took care of me during my worst. 

We’ve been dealing with his Alzheimer’s for the past sixteen years.  Five years ago, he began failing, and my mother was having difficulty caring for him by herself.  The house across the street from me had gone into foreclosure.  With the help of my youngest sister, we purchased it; I rehabbed it with the help of one of my business partners, and moved them in.   

I sit with him as often as needed.  I clean their house, mow their lawn, shovel their snow, and make sure my mother gets time away.  He’s just at that point where he’s forgetting how to swallow.  If we get a smile out of him or he pays attention to his cartoons, then we term that ‘a good day’.  We have been told we can expect him to live for two more years.

If you’re asking me who my dad was: he loved to hunt and fish.  He worked very hard all his life and had an excellent work ethic.  He loved cowboys and country western music (on occasion he still responds to music).  I think he was a kind man, in many ways.  He put up with my mother throughout all her ‘difficulties’ and laughed like Popeye.

He once cried for me, right in front of me, because he was afraid for me. He was scared, and I knew in that moment that he would do anything to spare me pain.  And that is how I know he loves me.

Bonus

Who's your daddy?

Who isn’t?  I am way too old to be the ‘boy’, but damned if there aren’t enough dudes out there who want me to do exactly that.  Frequently, these men are actually much younger than me – which is why I firmly believe that being a daddy has more to do with a kind of energy and attitude than it does age.  My favorite thing to do with my daddies?  Cuddle.

Are you into daddies?

Yes.  There’s very little in the way of men that I don’t find something to appreciate.  Daddies have that special ability to make me feel safe and cared for.  I also like it when they give my ass a smack, talk dirty to me, or throw me in their sling.

How do you define daddy?

You want to be the daddy? Okay by me.  I can play that game.  Role playing is super fun, and at my age, a necessity.  Defying reality (and gravity), no problem. 

As far as a ‘true daddy’, I would think they are bald or have salt and pepper or silver hair/fur.  If they are taller than me (a rarity) that sells the illusion more.  They may be worked-out, muscled, thin and wiry, or have a delicious perfectly round hard belly.  I like them furry or smooth.   A ‘true daddy’ can either be dominant, an educator, or a cuddler.

Are you a daddy?

I have been (and have blogged about it).  On occasion, that means I flip fuck them, or it means that I get to utter one of my all-time favorite commands: “Okay boy, time to fuck daddy.”  Physically?  I am not my ideal daddy type. 

Literally?  I could be.  I fucked a lot of women.  And survived a couple of pregnancy scares (yeah, I wanted babies and would have married a woman if they were pregnant with my kid).  But, to my knowledge, the only ‘kids’ I have are my three dogs, who are kind enough to allow me to live in their home.