I had a fantabulous time in P-Town. I will write more on it later, gotta go help Jeremy before he has a coronary in WoW. But in the mean time. Check out this new Fed I picked up. Already got confirmation I look hot in it so shut up bitches... err.. I mean my dear sweet chulos out there. ;)
So, I am here in P-Town... day 2. Day one was awesome! First the food at Betsy's was great. We had the all you can eat fish fry. Beer battered haddock and chips. Fuckin' delicious. Then there was the meet and greet at The Ranch aka The Raunch. This place is tiny. Imagine about 70 bears in something the size of your living room. Unknown to me there were other rooms, one in which had a sling. :-( Can't believe I missed that!
Anyhow, a bear I had been interested in for awhile came to P-Town for the event just for me. So despite all the gropes, growls and "Hot Damns"... he had a "reservation" with him. So for roughly 3 hours I banged the hell out of him. He went right to sleep afterwards. I love it when I wear a guy out. He was hot as hell too. Had nice big arms, a nice big muscley chest and an ass you can bounce a quarter off of. He loved every minute of it. Of course I was a bit tipsy and could have had my choice of hotties for round 2... but I don't trust myself when I am drunk so I didn't go there.
I drove down here with my friend James. We have a room with 2 twin beds which is nice. We are at The Crown and Anchor. I then did a slight bar crawl last night and ended up at The Vault. Hotties galore and what to my wandering eyes should appear but another bear I have had some serious interest in. Well he and I will be having some fun today. Then again... I have most of the day to have fun. James did inform me that his intent is to get me to relax, forget about my ex, let go of the hurt, let go of the distrust and to remember that I am alive. I tell you what. I may be lonely... but that will pass. I'll just get a dog. But as far as being single. I should embrace it. I can't let my hurt over what he had done stop me from a) being me and b) from having a good time with life. Truth be told, it's working. I have never felt so good about myself or my current situation.
This is my first time in P-Town and my first bear event. I am having a fuckin' blast and I cannot wait for bear week in July. If I get this job, I will have the money and the car to come to bear week and once again have a good time. So far I have met some great people and I have had some great fun. Trying to take as many pictures as I can take, but I am wwwaaaayyyyy too distracted here to be able to concentrate on pictures. Tonight is the Boots and Boxers party at The Vault. I have my boxers, my boxer briefs to go under them (I am not a whore dammit) and my boots. Wonder how many "Woofs" I am gonna get tonight?
I will post pictures when I get back home and can edit them. (not posting from my own computer)
P.S. Can you fucking believe it snowed. Yesterday was 50 and nice. Today was 38 with snow and sleet in the morning. Welcome to P-Town!
So wish me luck chulos. Oh an dby the way, I am so very grateful for all of the encouraging emails I have gotten from the readers. I will not name names because I understand the whole "don't want people to know I am on some queers blog" thing. So just know, and you shy bitches know who you are, that I am very grateful for the emails. I know I will be ok, I am petrified but I guess the comments on my being brave are correct. Bravery is taking the action even tho you are scared shitless. If I don't get the gig, life goes on another will come my way.
Been a bit lonely and figuring if I do get a job where I can reliably feed myself I will get a dog. I was thinking an American Staffordshire Terrier. They are related to pit bulls but have a great temperament, make great companions and work dogs and are infamous for being great around children and friendly to people yet protective of their homes and owners. Much like myself. So the loneliness will be somewhat cured. I don't need to fuck everything that hoves into my field of vision to patch the hurt. Tho this weekend I am going to PTown for the first time. A bear event called Out of Hibernation. I do plan on using a shit ton of condoms. :P I'll take lots of pictures and post the G rated ones. Later chulos!
Kristine W. You go girl. OMG, the gay club is rubbing off on me. Anyway, I know how this feels with one exception. It's all very true to me. I mean, he was emotionally unavailable to me. He was not truly free to love. I spent 10yrs trying to get it out of him. Hurting myself in the process. Then not once but twice he showed that he could not truly choose. But he would not turn and walk away, so I had to. Enjoy the music video chulos. I love this bitch, she is... here's my new word of the year coming up... THIS BITCH IS FIERCE!
For some reason I love this Elton John song. I loved it when I was a kid and I still love it now. Besides the fact that here is Elton John prancing around with a bunch of painted men in thongs. But for some ungodly reason, I understand it now. Lyrics and video attached chulos!
Lyrics:
You could never know what it's like Your blood like winter freezes just like ice And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
And did you think this fool could never win Well look at me, I'm coming back again I got a taste of love in a simple way And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away
Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
Once I never could hope to win You starting down the road leaving me again The threats you made were meant to cut me down And if our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now
Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah (fading)
Then I had a moment of clarity. I don't know why, but in Zen it happens a lot. You get a glimpse of enlightenment and then for a split second things become clear. You see a lot, including yourself, clearly.
Met a few good guys. Met some not so good guys. Met some guys that made me stop and think. Met some guys that helped boost the good ol' ego even.
Also came to realize that I will be turning 29 in June. I spent the past 10yrs in a relationship and never really got the chance to be 20-something. I realistically only have 1 year left to be 20-something, so to hell with trying to find another relationship to be in. As much as I want one, I also want to be 20-something. If Mr. Right comes along then hooray for me and if he doesn't... more time to have fun without having to answer to anyone but myself.
So I am searching... for friends. People to hang out with, to laugh with, to complain about men with, to talk about Project Runway with (part of my gay lessons, apparently I am still not gay enough), to play silly card games with, to invite me to parties. I am looking for friends. So, while I rebuild my life from the ground up, I want to find friends not distractions.
Yes I work as a bouncer to make ends meet while I am rebuilding my life, but I am actively looking for work in the Boston area (easy travel from Worcester being that I don't have a car) as a Graphic Designer or IT Professional. So I may find myself in Boston a lot.
So if you don't mind being my friend... my REAL friend dammit, hit me up. If you are already my friend, I love you more than you know.
That doesn't mean I am not up for some fun along the way of course. Hell part of what I missed about my 20s was sowing my wild oats and being slutty. But safely slutty. Rubbers are the way my children, this whole "barebacking on the rise" thing scares me. So bag it before you tag it. Remember it's not that I don't want a man... I do, but enough worrying about it. I may as well have fun while I am still single and 20-something.