Okay. Bear Bust is over, and I am sufficiently fucked out. It was such a fun weekend meeting people, dancing, playing pool games and, of course, hooking up, but now I’m ready for a break.
Half day of work. Yoga. Then movie night hosted by a friend of mine at the bar.
Ooo. At the bar.
So I guess you never know what could happen! Haha!
I love big, crazy gay events. They’re a voyeurs paradise! You don’t even have to lurk to get an eyeful. When there aren’t any sex demos, just walk around the host hotel looking for open curtains.
They get to show off, and I get warmed up for Round Three…
Turns out I didn’t need two dates yesterday. Brunch guy turned into an all-day experience of eating, fucking, going to a museum, the park, more eating, more fucking, drinks and, you guessed it, more fucking. He left to drive back home this morning.
I’m trying to convince him to come back for Bear Bust this weekend. As a ginger muscle bear, he’ll fit right in.