This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Sir has been a great presence in my life. He took an old gay guy like me on as His special project and started me on a campaign of radical improvements—regular and intensive gym workouts, cosmetic dentistry, frequent visits to a proper barber. When I think about what Sir has done for me, I can’t help but smile. 

In return, I commit to serve Him. Sir has taken over the master suite in my house, and I sleep on a cot in the basement. I wake up at 4 a.m. to work out and then get back in time to have Sir’s breakfast ready when I wake Him up at 6 a.m. 

Sir works in the city, so He lets me drop Him off at the office and keep the car to run errands. All of His coworkers think I’m His dad. Sometimes I play along, like at His office Christmas party last year. I let Him call me “dad” all night long. 

Sir is good to me. 

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