Not always all about me...
Yesterday, when I was packing up my desk, I got a call from a club brother. They just all got back from LUEY. I was a little brusk, since I was mired down in my own shit. He said, I just needed to you to know that our brother V is in intensive care. Hospice peeps are at his home now with his partner, preparing for him to come home. Another brother, J is going to ride with him today in the private ambulance that will take him home. To most likely, die peacefully on his farm with his Daddy by his side. I am planning to visit with him on Saturday morning. I know at this point, it is more about being there for his partner than anything. I have so many stories about him and the times we have spent in the Highwaymen together, maybe someday I will share them.
Last night, I met with the model I shot over the weekend. He was quite happy with the results and his partner was actually surprised at how there was really not a bad one in the bunch. I was pleased to turn the disc over to him and have him walk away just a little bit taller, knowing he still hated having his picture taken, but maybe just maybe he thought, I look pretty hot. It is funny when you review a shoot with the models they are always like, I remember that pose, I felt so silly, but wow, it looks amazing. I always use my porn adage, remember when you fuck in private, you don't hold your hands that way, but you do for the camera! Trust me, it will feel weird, but looks really good.
Last night, I got treated to several wonderful gifts. I received a beautiful art glass heart, from a local artisan and a thoughtful card. It came from two wonderful leathermen who think that Dyke Night at the Eagle is just the coolest thing. Thanks Jimmy and Greg.
I also was the recipient of a plate of butch buddy bonding cupcakes, decorated with wry saying candy hearts. As if that was not enough, I got two Polo henleys and a fantastic yellow Polo cable knit v-neck sweater. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and couldn't really say much. But again, thanks not only for the gifties, but for your friendship which amazes me more and more all the time,
trystoffateand
redindigo!
I think I just might wear that sweater today, as I dutifully go in and help to wrap things up at my office.
Last night, I met with the model I shot over the weekend. He was quite happy with the results and his partner was actually surprised at how there was really not a bad one in the bunch. I was pleased to turn the disc over to him and have him walk away just a little bit taller, knowing he still hated having his picture taken, but maybe just maybe he thought, I look pretty hot. It is funny when you review a shoot with the models they are always like, I remember that pose, I felt so silly, but wow, it looks amazing. I always use my porn adage, remember when you fuck in private, you don't hold your hands that way, but you do for the camera! Trust me, it will feel weird, but looks really good.
Last night, I got treated to several wonderful gifts. I received a beautiful art glass heart, from a local artisan and a thoughtful card. It came from two wonderful leathermen who think that Dyke Night at the Eagle is just the coolest thing. Thanks Jimmy and Greg.
I also was the recipient of a plate of butch buddy bonding cupcakes, decorated with wry saying candy hearts. As if that was not enough, I got two Polo henleys and a fantastic yellow Polo cable knit v-neck sweater. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and couldn't really say much. But again, thanks not only for the gifties, but for your friendship which amazes me more and more all the time,
trystoffateand
redindigo!
I think I just might wear that sweater today, as I dutifully go in and help to wrap things up at my office.