The Woods
There are some who would judge me for spending the weekend at a clothing optional gay campground for an entire weekend, and totally I hear you, all the creepiness you would expect did indeed occur, but I have to say I was aching to get out of this city and would've pretty much gone anywhere. I went with my friend John, an older guy who come to think of it says weird random things,and is altogether a person I do not trust. For example, in the back of my mind I knew that if I only hinted the slightest interest, he totally would attempt to capitalize,exaggerate, or manipulate the situation to his benefit. The more I think about it, it was probably the reason he asked me to go in the first place. That said, I decided however to circumvent the impending awkwardness of the next few days by pretending I was ignorant of his not-so-subtle suggestions. The reasons why I put myself in these situations are surely something for me and David to discuss.
Ok I must admit I was terrified when we strode into the welcome station and saw two guys standing there-well naked, and smiling. After introducing ourselves and enduring about fifteen minutes of painful one sided flirtation, we moved to set up our campsite. John brought with him, every conceivable and, in come cases inconceivable items for camping: a massive tent, inflatable bed WITH frame, dining table and dining only tent, artificial lawn, stove, decorative lights,mats, fluffy sheets etc, extension cords,bug sprays,candles and minifridge. Setting it all up took about an hour which was borderline annoying/comical due the endless thingamabobs required to complete our artificial environment.
The first night is a blur, but I remember Saturday. That was the day it rained buckets. We went sightseeing up a mountain to this mansion that seemed to be cut right into it. Water flooded down the almost vertical streets and it was awesome to see. At the bottom of the hill lay a steam train and a storybook village-which seemed built to defy nature altogether-and which we never got to explore. I made a couple of friends that day when we came back to this oh so hidden place, a couple of guys who'd amazingly had been together for 10 years-ever since theyd been 21 and 23 respectively. They had a couple of weimaraners too! I spent the rest of the trip either sitting alone by a pefectly smoothe lake which also seemed to cut into the mountain like mirror against a dark green wall, or with those two-Santos and Joseph. I also played volleyball, and practiced my swimming. I did not get naked.
It was extremely alien to be in that space and I guess that's how I felt most of the time, but as an alien I chose my captives carefully. Like Lilith in DAWN. I know for a fact that I must make this book into my movie.Mine. She is an alien like myself to her world. I get so sick of directors not fully understanding the works before them, pushing money before story. How can a person such as myself find a way to survive amongst this norm. There are however success stories amongst the masses. Good movies that I suppose seap to the surface. Like me in the middle of these woods. Like Lilith I am one of the only people of color amongst these aliens. Like Lilith, I can also survive this.
Ok I must admit I was terrified when we strode into the welcome station and saw two guys standing there-well naked, and smiling. After introducing ourselves and enduring about fifteen minutes of painful one sided flirtation, we moved to set up our campsite. John brought with him, every conceivable and, in come cases inconceivable items for camping: a massive tent, inflatable bed WITH frame, dining table and dining only tent, artificial lawn, stove, decorative lights,mats, fluffy sheets etc, extension cords,bug sprays,candles and minifridge. Setting it all up took about an hour which was borderline annoying/comical due the endless thingamabobs required to complete our artificial environment.
The first night is a blur, but I remember Saturday. That was the day it rained buckets. We went sightseeing up a mountain to this mansion that seemed to be cut right into it. Water flooded down the almost vertical streets and it was awesome to see. At the bottom of the hill lay a steam train and a storybook village-which seemed built to defy nature altogether-and which we never got to explore. I made a couple of friends that day when we came back to this oh so hidden place, a couple of guys who'd amazingly had been together for 10 years-ever since theyd been 21 and 23 respectively. They had a couple of weimaraners too! I spent the rest of the trip either sitting alone by a pefectly smoothe lake which also seemed to cut into the mountain like mirror against a dark green wall, or with those two-Santos and Joseph. I also played volleyball, and practiced my swimming. I did not get naked.
It was extremely alien to be in that space and I guess that's how I felt most of the time, but as an alien I chose my captives carefully. Like Lilith in DAWN. I know for a fact that I must make this book into my movie.Mine. She is an alien like myself to her world. I get so sick of directors not fully understanding the works before them, pushing money before story. How can a person such as myself find a way to survive amongst this norm. There are however success stories amongst the masses. Good movies that I suppose seap to the surface. Like me in the middle of these woods. Like Lilith I am one of the only people of color amongst these aliens. Like Lilith, I can also survive this.