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It's been quite awhile, hasn't it? My typing and spelling skills are suffering due to my lack of contact with this keyboard, but I suppose it's a fair trade off for the reading I have been doing. I recently finished my first two Kurt Vonnegut books, Breakfast of Champions being my favorite.
Much has transpired since my last update, though I feel no real desire to write about it all. I will mention that I went to Jeff Porter's farm last weekend, as well as back in May, and it is quite possibly the closest to paradise that I have ever been. A huge group of us went and spent both weekends basking in the sunlight wondering around the rolling green hills of the 200 some odd acres of the tree farm. The first time I went, the evening bonfire turned into an incredibly liberating nude event, with every single one of us walking around completely naked and completely comfortable for the better part of the evening. There is something that happens between a group of people when they can achieve that level of intimacy in a weekends time. Although there was little nudity this time, I had one of the most memorable moments of my life with Tyler in the Middle River on Saturday afternoon. It was as if we merged as one together, and than together as one with everything around us. Words really do no justice to the experience, so I will write about it no further.
I went to New York over 4th of July weekend and saw the fireworks from the best location imaginable. We were on a rooftop in Greenpoint, perfectly centered among the buildings for viewing. The Manhattan skyline looked as if someone had thrown glitter over it as hundreds of windows blinked with the flash of cameras from every building. The following night we went to a BYOB Indian restaurant that was surely violating fire code with its extremely colorful and excessive decor. They sang me a rousing Indian happy birthday, complete with mango ice cream and flashing lights.
My real birthday was this past Monday. I spent the whole day lounging, something I've gotten quite good at, went out to lunch with Caitlin, dinner with Tyler, and then had a little party at my house. It was a very good day for ringing in the second decade of my life. 20 already, can you believe it? I started this silly thing just a month after my 14th birthday, and look! Here I am, 6 years later, updating one of the only living elements of my vastly different past. Strange!
Anyhow, I've got a man to see about the nail in my car tire, as well as a weekend at Tyler's parents house to get ready for. Alors, au revoir pour maintenant!
Much has transpired since my last update, though I feel no real desire to write about it all. I will mention that I went to Jeff Porter's farm last weekend, as well as back in May, and it is quite possibly the closest to paradise that I have ever been. A huge group of us went and spent both weekends basking in the sunlight wondering around the rolling green hills of the 200 some odd acres of the tree farm. The first time I went, the evening bonfire turned into an incredibly liberating nude event, with every single one of us walking around completely naked and completely comfortable for the better part of the evening. There is something that happens between a group of people when they can achieve that level of intimacy in a weekends time. Although there was little nudity this time, I had one of the most memorable moments of my life with Tyler in the Middle River on Saturday afternoon. It was as if we merged as one together, and than together as one with everything around us. Words really do no justice to the experience, so I will write about it no further.
I went to New York over 4th of July weekend and saw the fireworks from the best location imaginable. We were on a rooftop in Greenpoint, perfectly centered among the buildings for viewing. The Manhattan skyline looked as if someone had thrown glitter over it as hundreds of windows blinked with the flash of cameras from every building. The following night we went to a BYOB Indian restaurant that was surely violating fire code with its extremely colorful and excessive decor. They sang me a rousing Indian happy birthday, complete with mango ice cream and flashing lights.
My real birthday was this past Monday. I spent the whole day lounging, something I've gotten quite good at, went out to lunch with Caitlin, dinner with Tyler, and then had a little party at my house. It was a very good day for ringing in the second decade of my life. 20 already, can you believe it? I started this silly thing just a month after my 14th birthday, and look! Here I am, 6 years later, updating one of the only living elements of my vastly different past. Strange!
Anyhow, I've got a man to see about the nail in my car tire, as well as a weekend at Tyler's parents house to get ready for. Alors, au revoir pour maintenant!