Cough hack wheeze
Another bear camping run, another well deserved case of the kennel cough- if the baby so much as sneezes, R's gonna hang my nubbies up on a hook in the kitchen. I'm such a bad bear....
Ah, me. Back to the Woods 4 was gobs of fun for yours truly, but mainly 'cause I continued forging ahead along in my own horrifically self indulgent way, as I have been wont to do, for the last little while. I've been whiney, bitchy, seriously passive aggressive, and just a rather large pain in the butt, or so i've been told. Repeatedly. I've been jumping down the throats of my group therapy co-members, much to their discomfort, while the doc who does my Ritalin meds wanted to increase my dosage.
An asshole, sure, but do i really want to be a really well focused asshole?
I find that I mix better with the Austin bears than I did with those back in back in SF, tho whether this is new meat syndrome, or the social damage done through my long term association with J (who no longer returns my calls, thank u very much- but then again, just what do we hold in common to talk about now?), I can't say. It probably has more to do with being 'off the market', as it were; but it also won't last, i should think. Sometimes, I get asked for (or I just choose to offer) advice, most of which strays off into back in the day when i co-hosted monthly sex parties back in SF... The only place where that was truly topical was when I critiqued the Midtown Spa camp layout (use older dance music, less twink porn, more privacy with the slings...). They listened graciously enough, at least.
I need to get an updated narrative, before i go totally curmudgeon, and start yelling ta the kids on our lawn.
There was a fair amount of dish going around this year, as both the run & the local club are having transitional stresses; there were friends there who asked me for a bit of help, a spot of attention, or just an ear to listen, and for the most part, I told 'em to bugger off, as I was busy doing pretty much nothing in particular. I thought things were starting off auspiciously enough when I caught a particularly handsome fella giving me the eye over n over again: which was all well n' fine, til he finally pulled me aside to say that I was the spitting image of a very good friend of his, who'd just died after a heart attack... Heh.
Later on, a passel of cute cubish sorts from College Station set their tents up around me, which got rather, well, distracting at times. The weekend picked up from there, and I must admit that I had a pretty good time. Now, to see how long it takes to recover from the vacation
Ah, me. Back to the Woods 4 was gobs of fun for yours truly, but mainly 'cause I continued forging ahead along in my own horrifically self indulgent way, as I have been wont to do, for the last little while. I've been whiney, bitchy, seriously passive aggressive, and just a rather large pain in the butt, or so i've been told. Repeatedly. I've been jumping down the throats of my group therapy co-members, much to their discomfort, while the doc who does my Ritalin meds wanted to increase my dosage.
An asshole, sure, but do i really want to be a really well focused asshole?
I find that I mix better with the Austin bears than I did with those back in back in SF, tho whether this is new meat syndrome, or the social damage done through my long term association with J (who no longer returns my calls, thank u very much- but then again, just what do we hold in common to talk about now?), I can't say. It probably has more to do with being 'off the market', as it were; but it also won't last, i should think. Sometimes, I get asked for (or I just choose to offer) advice, most of which strays off into back in the day when i co-hosted monthly sex parties back in SF... The only place where that was truly topical was when I critiqued the Midtown Spa camp layout (use older dance music, less twink porn, more privacy with the slings...). They listened graciously enough, at least.
I need to get an updated narrative, before i go totally curmudgeon, and start yelling ta the kids on our lawn.
There was a fair amount of dish going around this year, as both the run & the local club are having transitional stresses; there were friends there who asked me for a bit of help, a spot of attention, or just an ear to listen, and for the most part, I told 'em to bugger off, as I was busy doing pretty much nothing in particular. I thought things were starting off auspiciously enough when I caught a particularly handsome fella giving me the eye over n over again: which was all well n' fine, til he finally pulled me aside to say that I was the spitting image of a very good friend of his, who'd just died after a heart attack... Heh.
Later on, a passel of cute cubish sorts from College Station set their tents up around me, which got rather, well, distracting at times. The weekend picked up from there, and I must admit that I had a pretty good time. Now, to see how long it takes to recover from the vacation