Just a Little Play

Evidently someone rents out a portion of a local bar on holiday weekends for play parties. We had never gone before, but decided to go this time. We ran into a small framed latino boy that we met just earlier this week. It turned out that he too was going to the party and this would be his first time going too.

Of course as we entered, I immediately wanted to take my clothes off. I mean, I'm not an exhibitionist, but clothes just felt so constraining and... inconvenient. You're not buying that huh? Anyway, the BF is not overly fond of my penchant for almost-anywhere nudity, but typically humors me. It's not like I streak downtown or anything. Well... at least not yet. So many of the parties that we attend are either (a) entirely social, or (b) a mix of social with some play, so this party is not exactly typical for us. We both did have fun though.

Favorite moments included:

• Getting a blow job from 2 guys at the same time while a 3rd worked the other side (see now you can see how clothes could be a problem),
• Getting fucked by a really good-looking and huge-dicked black guy, and
• Watching our latino friend get fucked senseless.

We got home at 5a and of course, saved the best for last. So how was the party? Well... hmm... I guess not bad.

Gabriel

We saw Gabriel today. Gabriel has a very slim build and always wears extremely sexy outfits. They'd never work on me, but he can pull them off. As background, he's definitely a sexy guy, but we've never engaged in anything even remotely sexual nor even hinted at nor discussed anything of the sort during the nearly three years that we've known Gabriel.

Anyway, today he said something funny/interesting/strange. In the course of a natural conversation he says that someone in a relationship should never allow a single guy to stay in their house presumably I guess because it always ends badly or something like that. The funny thing is though that his very next statement was about how much he respects the both of us and how that would make it different for us if we ever did anything together. Hmm.

All Is Not As It Appears

This week we met up with the Social Whore at JR's for some pre-holiday cocktails. He would be leaving town the next day so we decided to meet up. First we ran into Ken, whom we first met at the Eagle one night when I was in my jockstrap and have seen him several times since. It's funny because he's always trying to shock us a little. I think he wants to be a pig. The truth is that he both looks and IS very sweet that he's very endearing. I've invited to take him to a nude party one day and he seems like he really wants to go.

Later we ran into Andrew. I've written about him before calling him Timmy, but hey... unbeknownst to me, he had already picked his own pseudonym. We talked politics a little. I love talking politics to him because he's a little non-conventional in his thinking. It's unconventional in an intelligent way so it's always a little refreshing. He extended a future invitation for cocktails which we immediately accepted. What I hadn't realized at the time is that he was really inviting us over for cocks and tails. Oops, my bad. Not that that made me rescind my acceptance of course. Anyway before he left he came back to me to say bye. The BF was out smoking at this time. He got real close so that I could feel his hardon through his jeans and began talking dirty. Hmmm, not quite as vanilla as he looks huh? Yeah, it was definitely working for me as he described how he wanted to what the BF and I and what he would do to us. As he left he gave me small, gentile and not-so-innocent kiss goodbye.

The Long Dark Night

It's a shame that as the weather changes, the number of nude events decrease. Of course this is my first time going through this time of the year as a nudist, but I do recall that there were less events back in February when I first started. I also witnessed how the events took off as temperature heated up so I can only assume that the current regression is natural as well as predictable. Nonetheless, it's a little sad.

The BF and I have a couple of winter getaway planned to warmer climes to breakup the doldrums of winter. Both will be in warm, sunny, clothing-optional places by beautiful beaches. One will be taken along with 6 friends so that should be a lot of fun. On the other trip is to Ft. Lauderdale and Key West, where we are supposed to meet up with a guy we met at Folsom, whom we have already seen one time since first meeting him. I've been looking at the upcoming events in Key West and decided that we picked the perfect time to visit.

Change in Appalachia

I was talking to a friend of mine from Lynchburg this past week. Interestingly enough, we didn't meet when I lived there and attended Liberty U, but in DC many years later. Rick recently found a long-lost family member in near Chapel Hill and has since moved there part time to take care of him. His uncle is approaching 70 years old and in failing health. When Rick first met him, the doctors warned him that his uncle could go at any moment. His health has since improved somewhat, but he remains week and with very poor eye-sight. Rick's own description of his uncle is that he is stereotypically hillbilly, often voices racial slurs.

During the presidential election, his uncle would commonly talk about the "nigger" and how the country would never allow a "nigger" into the white house. About a month before the election, his uncle said, "Rick, there are things I would like to do before I die and one thing I've never done before is vote. How do you register for this?" My friend offered to find out the rules for him to register. The filled it out together, submitted out and his voter registration card came in the mail a short time later.

The uncle then said, "well I'd really like to do this, can you help me go vote?" It was obvious that this was really important to his uncle so he agreed. This was a little harder since Rick had to vote in Lynchburg, which is over 4 hours away. Rick agreed. He figured he could vote early morning and then drive to NC afterwards to help his uncle. Rick later discovered that NC has early voting so they went and waited in line to do so. This was very difficult because the uncle has trouble walking, standing (remember the long lines) and seeing.

The election workers allowed Rick into the voting booth to assist his uncle. He carefully explained the process and pointed to each circle while telling him, "this circle is for John McCain, this one for Barak..." Squinting, his uncle said "point to the circle for Obama." Rick did and his uncle darkened the circle. My friend then confirmed to make sure that he actually meant to do what he just did. They haven't even discussed it since.

I've heard several of these types of stories over the course of this election cycle. What strikes me about such recountings is that it is evidence that times and people are changing. No, not everyone. In fact if you look at the election results across Appalachia, there is no denying that this is the singular part of the country in which race played a disproportionate role in determining the next president. But even there... in the heart of where racial tensions run deepest... change has already come to thousands of people just like Rick's uncle. And this makes me happy and brings hope.

Dirty Underwear

Recently I was in a large, group, nude setting where I met Pablo of whom I have written before. He is an absolutely gorgeous, Latino boy. He has a beautiful face and a perfect body. Most of I like him because I've watched how he treats others. The times I've seen him he has enjoyed the company of the young and old, beautiful and not so beautiful, the fit and the out of shape. As if he weren't already sexy enough, his good heart just makes him more so.

Although we always talk, I've never really did anything with him. Well... that's if you don't count that one time at that party when... oh... nevermind. Where was I?

Anyway, our relationship tends to be sensual without being sexual. I've never really thought that he was even interested in me in that way. Not that it matters mind you, remember the BF. But an interesting and intimate moment happened just as I was leaving the event.

We had all donned our clothes. I had worn a jock-strap to the event, but decided not to put it on when I got dressed. It was too big to put in my pockets so I asked the BF to put it in his. Of course he and several friends thought that was the perfect moment to play and started passing it around. It only lasted about a minute though before it was (in)discreetly stowed away. As I said my goodbyes and stole one more hug from Pablo, he leaned into my ear and asked me for a favor. He asked me to give him my jockstrap which actually kinda surprised me. I couldn't however, because honestly it wasn't mine. I explained I would, but the BF bought it even if he hadn't worn it in over a year. He asked me to bring one next time for him and to make sure that they weren't clean.

Now dirty underwear is not really my thing. Although perhaps I shouldn't say that since there was the high school friend long ago that had forgotten his backpack over my house. I guess my point is that I love imperfect men. There's something really hot about a beautiful guy with a slight imperfection or vulnerability... or a great body with a little paunch... or even a Latino angel with the perfect body that wants to sniff my dirty underwear.

Palinisms

"Sitting here in these chairs that I’m going to be proposing but in working with these governors who again on the front lines are forced to and it’s our privileged obligation to find solutions to the challenges facing our own states every day being held accountable, not being just one of many just casting votes or voting present every once in a while, we don’t get away with that. We have to balance budgets and we’re dealing with multibillion dollar budgets and tens of thousands of employees in our organizations." - Palin

I'm always amazed at how poorly she speaks. I mean... is this even English? And if so, what
exactly is she saying? Sure, there are many politicians that have made a career out of saying nothing, but the difference is that at least these politicians manage to say nothing while at least sounding intelligent. Palin just sounds like someone that either is dumb as a door nail or has such a poor command of the language that they get lost in their own sentences.

Postscript: I've said in an earlier post about how much I hate to proof-read and the funny kind of mistakes I find when I do. Since this post is specifically about language, perhaps I better read this over at least once...

Center-Right

Oh so many things in our political discourse is insanity. The most recent idiotic statement that seems to be repeated in the wake of Obama's victory is that America is still a "center-right" nation. Of course this is being espoused by Republicans as a way to attempt to put limits on what Obama can do as well as try to lessen the demoralization that feel given the results.

But intellectually, this makes no sense. For one, center-right of what? There must be a reference point. There is no absolute center from which to judge who's left and who's right. For example, compared to China, even the most liberal Democrat is incredibly conservative. My point is that the very term itself is relative and not an absolute and the statement is made with respect to a vague and ambiguous marker that is likely different in everyone's head and likely moves over time. I know. This statement is made based on polls of people self-identified party affiliation. But to use these numbers to make such a statement is to confuse core beliefs with party affiliation. Certainly the two are related, but are not the same.

Another reason why it makes no sense is that neither the Democrats nor the Republicans do a very good job at staying ideologically consistent. For example, the Republicans are expanding government and at least partially nationalizing our banking system while the Democrats are proclaiming the need to expand our military in ways that would put any neo-con to shame. So even if more people self-identified as Republicans, which BTW is no longer true, this doesn't mean that those people into all of the specific policies that the person making the argument is trying to make.

This is yet another 1984-type statement that politicians are so good at which allow them to sell their snake oil while distracting us from the real topics. The Republicans are using it because today they are loosing the argument of the issues. But just wait a few years and I'm sure the tables will turn once again. Hopefully somehow, someway, we'll come together and actually do something for the country anyway.

Cherub

Last night the BF, Social Whore and I went out for our usual Friday evening Woof event and after, to dinner. Surprisingly, SW wanted to continue the night as opposed to turning into a pumpkin as he usually does at 9pm so we went to Omega.

As we were in the cab (5 blocks was too long for SW to walk, so he insisted on it), we drove past the Jury's hotel. It reminded me of a good friend from the past that used to live in Lynchburg. He drove up just about every other week for about a year and a half to see his boyfriend. We met them at Fuego over 3 years ago when Fuego was still on U street. Not realizing that it was 11 PM already, I called him. His phone went straight to voicemail so I left a message.

When we got to Omega, I was actually not really in a good mood. After standing around for about a half hour, I decided to walk around and ran into the Cherub. I call him that because that best describes his face. He is Latino and has a beautiful, slim-build body. I hadn't seen or heard from the Cherub in about 2 years. He seemed a little down and longed for his old boyfriend, but said that his boyfriend won't even return his phone calls. From talking to his boyfriend every once in a while I can tell you that he still loves Cherub to death. There relationship was very cute, but more drama than Broadway could ever produce. The honest truth is that although I love them both, they're probably not good for each other, at least not given where they were in their lives 2 years ago. Of course I would never tell them that though.

Anyway, seeing the Cherub brightened my night. When he asked what we have been up to, I related the long story of our decent (or is ascent) into nudism. He seemed to like that and wanted to join too, but I don't know. I can just see them getting back together in the future and my Lynchburg friend being upset that I had corrupted the Cherub. I guess it really doesn't matter though because he doesn't even have a phone. It's part of the tragic life that he leads, which had a lot to do with their breakup. He said he'd call me and seemed like he meant it, but honestly, he doesn't have a good track record with such things.

Still, I was really happy to see him and to spend time reminiscing and catching up on all that had happened since. It'll likely be another 2 years before we meet again, but at least we all shared one true moment.

OMG!!! It Was Worse Than We Feared!

The crazy thing is that Bill O'Reilly accepts the underlying premise and arques that having no understanding of anything isn't a disqualifier because she can be "tutored"! WTF!!!

Obama Makes History

Cool video by CNN. (sorry, dumb 15 second intro commercial)

Manassas Rally Pics

More pictures from the 100,000 person Obama rally in Manassas.

Yes We Did!

After following this for 2 years, instead of saying "yes we can", we now can say "yes we did"! I attended an election night-nite party tonight with 30 or so gay, naked men to watch the results. Honestly, I didn't expect this kind of result. I have always been proud to be an american, but tonight, I am even more proud. I am not just proud that he won, but much more so on how accurate the polls were. What did this mean? It means that for even people for whom racism is a part of there lives, it means that it is either further down in their list or priorities or that they have no problem stating it outright. For me that is amazing.

As I walked home from the party, I was greeted by cars driving up and down Adams Morgan honking their horns; by (straight) people wanting a hug; by people wanting to high-five and of course, by people screaming. Er.... perhaps I screamed a bit too.

I kept the BF up late to stay and hear Obama's speech. I confess that I didn't hear the whole speech, because I just had to call my parents. Yes... I awoke them, and yet, they didn't mind. Rather, they were elated.

Now, I'm not an emotional person and rarely cry. But today I did. I cried like a little baby. Not just because Barak won, but because of the integrity of the American people. Someone I had met today held me for a long time and just repeated over and over, "I understand." I think they did.

Woohoo!

100,000 In Virginia

Last week, Obama visited Leesburg, Virginia. I was tempted to go but my tennis addiction overcame me. In the end I was disappointeded that I didn't go. I thought that he'd likely be back in the commonwealth and decided to attend any future events prior to election night. As the week wore on, it looked like it was not to be as I had plans for an extended weekend stay in Ft. Lauderdale.

I was very pleased on Sunday to get the announcement that he'd be in Manassas on Monday. How incredible, he'd be there the only day I would be there prior to election day. It was a sign from god, if I believed in that sort of thing.

I wanted to see history in the making. Although I had donated and attended other events, I had not heard him speak in person. I had not participated in the excitement that only a live crowd can deliver. Not to trivialize it, but I figured it is similar to the difference between watching a baseball game on TV and going to a live game. I left my racquets and tennis clothes at home so there'd be no temptation this time.

An white older guy, about 65 y/o or so, befriended me and we stayed together for the whole time. In all, I left the office around 4:30p and didn't get home until about 1:00a. I had no idea that there would be so many people there. I took a full hour just get out of the fair grounds after the speech ended at around 11:30p and another 1 hour to get home.

The excitement was palpable. Other than Obama, speakers included Tim Caine (governor), Mark Warner (ex-governor and running for Senate) and several current and new candidates to the house of representatives. One of the most memorable lines was "change is a-comming" as repeatedly intoned by Gerry Connolly.

Obama was electric and delivered an impassioned speech that reminds us why we were all there. He spoke of the need for personal responsibility and how we are the change that we were waiting for. When was the last time that a democrat said such a thing?

Yes we can and yes we did!

FTL

The BF, SW and I are back in Ft. Lauderdale this weekend for another round of naked weekend of fun. We met up with quite a few people again, including the boy we met at Folsom last month, the couple that we met up last time in FTL and also saw in GNI, the other couple with which I totally and happily disgraced myself by the hot tub and others. We also ran into quite a number of people that we met for the first time last time we were here. It's amazing how many of them don't even live here, but just happen to have visited the same times we did.

On Saturday night after meeting up several people a George's, we all came back to the Worthington. I think I've met white, thin, cock-twin. We held them together and I was amazed that they seemed exactly the same size in both length and width. So I decided this was my opportunity to do things that I'm way too inflexible to do to myself. You figure it out.