What a week. It’s been a good week for about 87.7 different reasons, but mostly because in just a matter of a few days I have found myself well, ready. Now, I know that sounds vague, but let me help put it in perspective.
First, this week, at the very last minute (as in I was already there) my client had an internal situation and had to cancel my week which meant I had a bit of free time AND got to go home for three whole days during the week. The weather is beautiful here and I decided to take the days to build a cover over our deck and then enclose and screen it and have been in the yard (and at Home Depot) ever since. I am exhausted, but in that way that only manual labor and no computer 24/7 can allow and it’s cleared my head in ways I didn’t expect.
But, before we get into that, I want to send a special thank you to my friend Porsche, the 100% straight man who I have mentioned before as the guy who got his metal penis stuck in customs in Europe, because he and I were finally able to meet and connect in person as I happened to have been cancelled in his city. He picked me up for breakfast (driving the sexiest car I have ever been in) and we spent a few hours together talking about life, love, and the fact that our spouses like metal things locked to our penises, metal things stuck up our asses, and how we are true switches because we just want to give that right back to then in many cases. But, while that was fun, educational and while he was certainly not bad to look at, the real joy I got out of the morning was that he was, well, a joy. He and his wife (who was not with us) represent the side of kinkiness that most of us would have no idea happens inside the 4 bedroom 3 car garage ranch house with the picket fence in middle America and I cannot even express how honored I was to be included in that discussion as I take it he rarely has the opportunity to discuss said metal dick while presiding over board meetings.
While I know people like him and Mrs. Porsche exist, the only thing I can liken it to in my life was 100 years ago when I accepted myself as a gay man. See, back then, pre internet, the only real examples I had of gay men were the uber’ flaming Elton John like men in feather boas and oversized sunglasses who appeared in various TN shows or parades or that gay Carrington from Dynasty who, while beautiful, found himself the punchy subplot one too many times. But, right after that and a bit after my 19th birthday, I started meeting gay accountants, teachers, attorneys and, now don’t freak out, gay doctors too. Seeing them and knowing that I too could be part of that world, gave me this weird inner peace that I can’t say has ever really gone way. It just felt like being gay could and would be normal.
So, back to Porsche, for me, this week, he was that gay attorney or gay doctor, though he’s not gay or an attorney or doctor. But, having a face to face conversation with him showed me the kink inside of such people and I walked away from that breakfast feeling like the gay 19 year old again full of promise and hope that my crazy, crazy professional life can be equally mixed with my desire to be a part of a daily kink quota with Axel, Thumper, or many others and I found myself that night, sitting with Ax and telling him “okay, let’s go” and agreed to be part of some things that, for him, he has not spoken of very often at all (I will list, but need to ask him first).
Regarding the rest of the week, lots more to tell but I have a deck to work on. More soon.