I’m picking up my car, then coming back to load it up, then downtown to grab my massage table and stuff, and then off to Guerneville.
I installed the Wordpress for iPhone application, so I can update Tawdry Talk, which will automatically crosspost to LJ, so I will be updating as I can. We’ll see…
I spent the week following Deliverance in a low-key space, trying to process what had happened. The biggest thing that happened is a feeling of being much more centered in my self.
One of the things I learned, or rather re-learned, is the joy to be found in silence with another man. Some of the best time we had together on this trip was driving down the road, with my hand resting on his thigh, his hand resting upon mine, not talking, not listening to music, just being still.
But the other thing the past week taught me is that I have been holed up here in front of the computer too much, and not living life enough. I suppose I get this way from time to time, but it’s time to get back out there and try it again.
If all I ever do is work and go to the gym, I’m never going to have a romantic/dating life again, and that is also something that is way overdue. I don’t want to actually look for a boyfriend, but if I’m hidden away, then I can’t be found, either.
In the past six years since Rick and I split up, I have had a handful of short-term boyfriends, and this weekend helped me get some insight into why that might be. Mike still doesn’t want to marry me, for instance, which I thought was very funny, considering that I also didn’t want to marry him, but we actually talked about why that was, and why he broke up with me in the first place. That was a valuable conversation, and one I plan on thinking about more.
Being in subspace for an entire weekend is very interesting in other ways, too. I feel like I need to balance out my sexual energy, so those Lazy Bears better look out! I’m feeling very, VERY toppish now.
On the whole, I enjoyed my time with Mike in Georgia and Tennessee, and I hope to hang out with him again…
We woke up that morning and headed down to breakfast with the rest of the attendees. I didn’t feel hugely melancholy to be leaving this run, although it was certainly an intense experience. Mostly an interior journey, and not too much socializing, although the people with whom I did connect were all very nice and interesting.
I loaded the spanking horse back in bed of the truck, and we drove back up to the lodge, where I re-packed all of our things and loaded the bags into the truck. Finally, it was time to check out and say goodbye to the staff of the lodge – if you haven’t ever stayed at Timberfell Lodge, I can heartily recommend it. The new owners have put in lots of attention and money into fixing it back up into a desirable vacation location.
Mike drove the first half of our trip back home to Atlanta, and I the second, getting us back to Smyrna and you guessed it… a nice shower and a nap! The evening was spent relaxing, and going to this farmer’s market he likes, where we bought some lychee nuts. I’d never seen them in the shell before, so that was novel.
Dinner was at a Sweet Tomato’s salad buffet! I told you that Atlanta is a city of buffets, and I swear – just about every meal we had there was at some sort of a buffet restaurant. I’m not sure if that’s by Mike’s design, or what, but that’s how it turned out.
That night, I read the email from United about my flight the next morning, and I saw 10:00 departure.
Monday morning, we woke up with that in mind, and had a quick breakfast, then got me to the airport, where I walked up to the kiosk to get my boarding pass, and it said 06:55 departure. Uh-oh, a 10:00 arrival in San Francisco. So, the person behind the counter got me onto a 19:25 departure for Denver and from there to SFO. I called Mike up and he drove back out to get me, and on the drive back to his place, I telephoned 
mudcub, who was also in Atlanta and had sent me a text message the day before. It turns out that he was on the same return flight to Denver.
Once back at Mike’s place, he put me over the horse and strapped me for an hour for missing my flight. Also during that strapping, he discovered my head when restrained over the horse is just the right height. *ahem*
We finally did our first non-buffet meal at a nearby BBQ place. Ironically, though, we had the all you can eat baby-back ribs special! I had two racks and a salad, with a small sweet potato. Back to the house to get my suitcase, and it was time to head back to the airport.
I met mudcub in the concourse, and we had a beer and talked. Ended up sitting in the same row together after he traded with the guy who was supposed to sit with me. We had a delightful conversation together.
Once on the ground in Denver, we had another beer in the Red Carpet Club and then it was again time to board my next flight to SFO. A quick goodbye and then onto my flight.
Big John in San Francisco came and picked me up, and we had a late supper at our traditional late-night airport-pickup place, and then home, to sleep the deep sleep of the travel weary. My bed never felt so good as it did that night.
I couldn’t put my leather on today to go the Up Your Alley today – the aftereffects of Deliverance are still making themselves felt, so it was 501s, my ALC7 Victory Shirt, and flip-flops. Yes, that’s right, flip-flops. And nobody stepped on my feet!
Here are a the few pics that I took with my iPhone today. Not many, but I’m able to publish pics again – Thanks, Frank, for the new desktop computer!
I talked Team Bear up quite a bit today to hundreds of people, and handed out around 150 flyers during the last 45 minutes of the event. I finally found the Team Bear booth, tucked in its somewhat out of the way place at the fair.
A good day.
Drove to Sacramento and got to hang out for a short visit with my sister and her family before heading back downtown to the Trash Film Orgy.
During breakfast, I had set up the mini crock pot we bought and started to melt the paraffin for the hot wax scene we were doing later that day.
After breakfast, we took another nap and woke up ready for some afternoon play. We went down to the dungeon and Mike did some singletail target practice: he stuck a tall dowel with a tent stake attached to one end in the ground. On the other end of the dowel, which was around four feet long, was a clothespin. Into the jaws of the clothespin I’d place a strip cut from a styrofoam coffee cup. Mike would practice breaking pieces off the strip. When it broke or came off the pin, I’d pick it up and replace it. He’s really quite amazing and accurate with a whip, and attracted a lot of attention.
About forty-five minutes later, in the hot sun, I asked him to show me how to throw it, so he started talking about the mechanics of whips, and soon I and several others were trying our hands at “controlling the curve.” as Mike calls it. With practice, I was cracking the whip with a nice satisfying snap!
But after the demonstration, the heat of the day oppressed us with its force, and we took another nap until dinner. I was in all my leathers for dinner, despite the heat of the day, and after dinner, Mike and I went back up into the cool of our room for a little while until it was fully dark, and I felt like I was ready to do the scene.
We spread a camo-patterned tarp over one of the bondage tables, and moved the wax closeby. It was completely molten but still not too hot – fingers dipped in it were just fine. Face down on the table, I climbed on and started slowly breathing. Mike would dip his fingers into the wax and then drip it on my back. The hot sensation was pretty exquisite, as he put more and more wax onto my back in an even layer. Let that dry, then put a second coating wax on my entire back… I was completely covered, and he had me get up and we walked over to this tall 6×6 column for this ramada, where he chained my arms over my head.
With the truck’s headlamps providing the light, as well as this high powered flashlight/lantern he had purchased on Friday morning, he started whipping me. Lightly at first, getting a feel for the whip he was using, a beautiful 8-foot whip made of kangaroo leather, but as my body warmed up, and his comfort with me as his target did, too, he started increasing the tempo of the strikes. Each strike of the whip flayed off a chunk of the wax from my back, and I’m sure that at the distance of the spectators, it must have looked like my back was being skinned. In reality, though, the strikes of the whip left a few light welts.
Eventually, though, the wax was fully removed from my back, and he whipped me a few more times on my bare skin, but I was really out of it at that point, and he let me down and lead me over to a big bench, where we cuddled for a little while until I came back down to earth.
After that, I sat for a while watching him whip some other guy, but was pretty tired, so Mike drove me back up to the lodge, and I chilled out. He went back down to dungeon and did another scene with some local guy, and I rested. He got back at around 02:30, and wanted a cigar, so I got out of bed, and we found a nice private space outside, and he enjoyed me and his cigar.
Back in bed around 04:00, and we cuddled as sleep took us.
After Deliverance, I had been feeling a little anti-social this week. The strapping and whipping seems to have brought up some sense of peace and contentment in me, but also has made me want to take some time for introspection, so I have pretty much worked and stayed home all week.
Yesterday, though, I had to go back to Sacramento to run lights for the Trash Film Orgy’s screening of John Carpenter’s They Live, which features one of the hottest and longest fight scenes in cinema between Roddy Piper and Keith David. Very hot, but it gets better, because of Piper’s rumored gay escort past. Very hot!
I didn’t get a room last night in Sacramento like I had been doing, and drove back to ;Frank-baby; at 03:00. Had to take to short breaks to close my eyes for a few minutes, so it took me two hours to drive back home. Stumbled up the stairs and passed out in bed, waking up at 10:00. I could use a few more hours sleep.
It looks like that the weather will be cool enough to wear full leather…
Sat down and tried to put a known good hard drive in my desktop computer today, and still it wouldn’t boot up. I’m starting to suspect that the IDE controller on the motherboard is fucked. This isn’t the worst thing in the world, as I’ve had this motherboard since I worked at Intel back in 2002. I had purchased it directly from them as an employee special, and I have been thinking about upgrading anyway. Just didn’t want to have to do it like this.
Le sigh, le sigh.
Has anyone else notices that (to quote Caoimhin Mac Bryant air Detroit (sultmhoor)) “Bear Named Sue’s” website has been down for well over an hour?
Saturday morning arrived with the sexy drawling growl of Master Mike, “bear! get over here and suck my pecker.” Well, how does one resist such a command from such a man? Really, there is no way to resist. He’s a force of nature, which is good because he’s the only guy I’ve met in my 42 years who could give such a command to me and actually expect it to be obeyed. Sure, I’ve played the sub with a few other men, but that was it, just play. With Mike, I submit because it feels right to do so, and not to do so seems like it would be a breaking.