Category: Personal

I drew this picture a few years ago for my old man Joe. He died of a heart attack in 2005, and everyday since I send my prayers to him. His birthday was on christmas eve. He was a wise man, quiet at times, but was a heavily opinionated liberal hippy. Underneath his strong silent daddy personae, he was a deep well of emotion and love. Although at times he might not have admitted it, he was stunningly beautiful. He could be a difficult stubborn man, but he always found a way to channel his frustration into his sex drive. Rock hard 7″ that curved down when erect, not up. That cock could pry a hole open and give a bottom a night to remember for many years to come.  I could gush for hours about my old boyfriend, and will continue to do so from time to time on this site which is dedicated to his memory: Joseph P. Miesen, the original Urban Mountain Man.

For the past few years I have been reluctant to label myself as a “Daddy.” When I first began topping men I abstractly enjoyed (and jacked off to) the idea of being some kind of a father figure to a hot sub. Personalities being what they are, I never quite found my boy. More often than not I found the term being forced on me by men who did not quite fit the bill. I came to realize that for “Daddy” to work for me, I needed to feel a deeper connection with the sub beyond the sexual, and as noted earlier, I never found my boy. These days I see all sorts of variants on sub/Dom relationships play out at the local gay bars on fetish nights, and I’m inspired! I don’t want to dress up like a dog, a biker, or a lumberjack. I’m not a furry or a gaymer and most bar scenes bore me. No! The one thing I love more than anything is rock and/or rock ‘n’ roll. It’s my favorite thing to talk about, listen to, and work on. I have my own band, I write music, and produce a cartoon rock band. I have a psychedelic dungeon in my basement filled with old records. One day I look forward to sharing this love of music and art with some eager sub minded individual. I wouldn’t call listening  to music kinky(unless you are listening to The Kinks,) but I can’t think of a better way to spend time with my boy before molesting him in the garage. So if you see me out and about or online, call me “Rock ‘n’ Roll Daddy” and you will most likely get my attention.