What a killer vacation
I grabbed a ride to Sandpoint exactly one week ago. I rode up with Chris' best friend’s new girl friend Amy. She rocks.
Chris has been here for a little over 3 weeks.
My time here has been amazing...I can’t really get into all the detail...because well...I just don’t feel like it.
The point is, I feel like I am really becoming a man...and I feel like I am getting to really know my self...and I feel I really like that man I am discovering.
Learning how to chop wood, cook, kayak, hang with dudes, stick to my convictions even when I am out numbered, learn how to learn from people with radically different points of view.
learning how to take all of Chris’s 10 inch thick cock, teach him how to fuck me deep, scream, learn how to do him with a rubber and stay hard and not worries, cry during sex...not from physical pain...but from the release of past trauma...learning how to love a man and be loved by a man...I fucking love him.
The town is rad....Sandpoint, ID. Rich folk, poor folk, sorta liberal for Idaho, but still have some Dixie flags flying. but there is a radical coffee shop/tea house...I know all the folks that work there...a cool girl named Melonie invited me to her yoga class...I was the only person who showed up...so she gave me some good one-on-one training....I am really good at frog position...we laughed hard about that one. We worked on the lower body….hips/lower spine/hammies…worked on release.
Tucker called me and Chris beatnik gays....I dug it....feeling like a new century beatnik.
Been very sober....which has been strangely refreshing....I like drinking N/A beers and not getting drunk...and waking up chipper ready to work and rock.
I am heading back on the train tonight...it is already 5 hours late...
On Sunday I take off for SPROG...a program of the sierra club student coalition...environmental activism/leadership training...will be a cook...but will have other hats too. Will be one week.
Loving life. Think I will try to come back next summer to spend a few months.
Chris has been here for a little over 3 weeks.
My time here has been amazing...I can’t really get into all the detail...because well...I just don’t feel like it.
The point is, I feel like I am really becoming a man...and I feel like I am getting to really know my self...and I feel I really like that man I am discovering.
Learning how to chop wood, cook, kayak, hang with dudes, stick to my convictions even when I am out numbered, learn how to learn from people with radically different points of view.
learning how to take all of Chris’s 10 inch thick cock, teach him how to fuck me deep, scream, learn how to do him with a rubber and stay hard and not worries, cry during sex...not from physical pain...but from the release of past trauma...learning how to love a man and be loved by a man...I fucking love him.
The town is rad....Sandpoint, ID. Rich folk, poor folk, sorta liberal for Idaho, but still have some Dixie flags flying. but there is a radical coffee shop/tea house...I know all the folks that work there...a cool girl named Melonie invited me to her yoga class...I was the only person who showed up...so she gave me some good one-on-one training....I am really good at frog position...we laughed hard about that one. We worked on the lower body….hips/lower spine/hammies…worked on release.
Tucker called me and Chris beatnik gays....I dug it....feeling like a new century beatnik.
Been very sober....which has been strangely refreshing....I like drinking N/A beers and not getting drunk...and waking up chipper ready to work and rock.
I am heading back on the train tonight...it is already 5 hours late...
On Sunday I take off for SPROG...a program of the sierra club student coalition...environmental activism/leadership training...will be a cook...but will have other hats too. Will be one week.
Loving life. Think I will try to come back next summer to spend a few months.