Luja, Avgusto 11, 2008

Camping in the woods of Michigan for twelve days was wonderful. It was great to see all of my old friends again and to reconcile with a few of them as well, getting a few of my more beloved relationships off the rocks and back into positive places. It was also an amazing physical experience aside from all the of pizza which I kept sneaking into town to eat and I feel healthier thn I have in months. Of course I could have done without all of the mosquitoes who were eating me without so much as one word of thanks for the role my blood proteins played in helping them to ensure the countless future generations of their blood sucking descendants. Bastards. I am disappointed that it all had to end, though I am more than grateful for the showers I have been enjoying since my return home, and I am even more grateful just to have clean hair and clean clothes again. Although there was one chance to shower which we were all given when the sky just ripped itself open and poured a torrent of near-flood inducing rain and hail down on us for a good half an hour though, instead of running about in the downpour to get clean, most of us just waited for the rain to stop so we could mud wrestle in our underwears.

I was pinned like a rag doll in my first round.

Things get complicated after the mud wrestling of course. Later that evening there was a series of karaoke performances in the woods and afterward there was some slow dancing which I always expect but never indulge. But then out of the blue this very sweet young man asked me if I wanted to dance with him. I had no answer for him other than yes and soon enough I was starting to get all smooshie for him. Under normal conditions I am not quite so easy when it comes to men but the event space itself always seems to produce quick and intense connections in the people who are camping there and I reckon that I was no different than anyone else that night. His name was Jonah and afterward we sat beneath the stars and watched the shooting stars fall about as we discussed theologies and philosophies and all the other topics I love to chat about. It was an amazing night and it would have been a chaste night as well had I not looked up into his eyes during the one moment in which I assume he felt comfortable kissing me. Not long afterward we were in my tent along with my rottweiler - who was sleeping in the far corner - and I was providing more than my fair share of backwoods noise under his conduction.

I know I said that I was not going to indulge in any recreational sex while camping but I also said that I was not going to pass up any exceptional opportunities that came along. Jonah was definitely one of those exceptional opportunities and it had been a very long time since I had enjoyed recreational sex with a man quite so much and quite so often, and our summer camp fling lasted more than several days. Though it may be a bit unfair to call it a fling since there was a little bit more to it than casual fucking in the woods. In fact he could even be serious relationship material if he knew what I did for a living and did not live over a thousand miles east of me. But the work conversation is not one which I like to have with romantic interests and although I could have shared everything with him while we were camping it was just too difficult to bring it up in conversation. This is why I do not date so much anymore. The conversation is just too frustrating to navigate what with all of the creative truth telling outright lies that go into it, and now dear Jonah has very few ideas about what I do for a living. Dating plus escorting is complicated, unless there is full disclosure and said romantic interest is fine with the situation, and the last thing I want in my life right now is one more complication.

I really do like him though.

The last bit about my excursion into the woods concerns the pornie porn film shoot I was supposed to be involved in. As it turns out my scene partner was unable to make it to Michigan from her home in Canada and so the scene was never filmed. This suits me just fine seeing as I was covered in mosquito bites from head to toe and scraped from wrist to elbow by the time the filming was supposed to take place. I did have the chance to seek out another scene partner but I chose to wait until a later time when my prearranged scene partner is available. It looks like the autumn months may be the new filming date and I may use the new date as an excuse to travel about and see some of the west coast people whom I have been wanting to see for awhile. I do know a whole mess of people in the San Francisco Bay Area and it would very nice to see them before the weather turns cold and fewer people are travelling.

In any case the vacation is now done with and it is time to get back to real work. Part of this involves writing to the agency and letting them know that I am ready to work as soon as Saturday and part of it also involves hitting up the local fake-and-bake for some skin darkening radiation. The tanning and a few other personal treatments such as the steam room at the recreational center are all being performed alongside my friend Annica and it will be nice to have a day set aside for primping and hanging out with one of my best buddies. There may be some sushi and dumplings involved as well and I think I am going to begin pushing myself toward lighter but healthier and more satisfying meals. After that it will be time to start working while handing over way more money to the agency than I should be handing over. I am hopeful about the kind of cash I could be making with an agency versus being independent but one never knows. Guess it will all be figured out soon enough.