A month or so ago, I wrote a blog post that I meant to publish on Father’s Day. The post detailed the difficulties I’ve experienced with my father, Carl Nelson Drake. It was a sad and angry piece, and I guess I needed to write it. But I don’t need to post it.

I’m not a child anymore, and the peculiarities of my father are miles away and years ago. Instead, I choose to celebrate the amazing father who lives in my current world: Christopher Poole.  (Warning: there is nudity)