Father's Day

It's been a strange weekend. Lots of rain and my aunt died Friday, this makes the third relative since August to die. So yes, another funeral.

I was out and about, and the displays of 'Father's Day' gifts and cards got the best of me. I had a moment, in that bright box-store, right there in the aisle next to the cards. For the first time, I have no one to give a father's day card, or phone call, to. The last time I spoke to my father was 2 years ago, Father's day.

But we've got nothing, him and I.

Grandfathers? Lost both of them within 6 months. Dead. That was a real hard-hitter. Father's Day, what a crock! I'll be heading to Northern California tomorrow. I'll see my uncle, the one who just lost his wife to cancer and his father to a ranch accident, who may need to be carried out of the bar...

Oh so angry

You ever seen a crotch that was so crazy looking, it just seemed angry?

The semester ended, so I went with three friends to a 'clothing optional' hot springs for the weekend. It's a bit calm for my tastes, but what harm could a retreat weekend do? I mean, I have been rather on edge lately.

So the Saturday after finals week, the 4 of us gathered up our things for the weekend and headed out. The nudist of the group, I'll call her 'flowerhead,' was driving. Then there was the youngster, the little stoner -chick, she'll be 'burnblossom' and the only guy and he is, well, I'll call him 'Broadway gay.' And me.

The place is B-and-B style with a few small rooms, but it also has a campground. There is a communal kitchen, so you bring your own stuff and cook. I liked that plan. We take the hike, in the hot-ass heat to the springs and head inside the shower room. Apparently you are supposed to wash all oils off your body before getting in, but it was at this moment I forgot it was clothing optional. In the shower area were a bunch of naked men. I thought, for a moment, I was in the wrong place. Nope, right place - get in the shower.

Flowerhead immediately took all her clothes off. Burnblossom was in a bikini and kept it that way. Broadway headed to one side, obviously disturbed. I maintained my modesty - kept my dress on.

Out by the hot springs, which actually looked like an in-ground swimming pool you'd find in any backyard, Broadway and I struggled to share a belt-strap of shade. The others soaked in all that nasty heat. I nearly vomited. We all decided it was time to head back to the lodge. As we started hiking, we saw a bus drive by and we thought - we hoped - it was lost. This place accommodates 15 people comfortably; no way will this be good if a busload of folks is dropped off.

As luck would have it, it's a busload of hippies fresh from a hippie festival. Once each year, they have this festival and when it is over, the staff of the festival descends upon this little lodge and takes fucking over. Thank god Broadway brought some wine.

Next day: the hippies have given the lodge a fine (as in not fine) odor. And they have taken over the kitchen, which means we had a 4-hour wait to cook our breakfast. Oh well, we got it done, Flowerhead whipped out an awesome meal, and headed to the springs again.

It's the same story: Flowerhead is completely, birthday-suit-naked. Burnblossom is bikinied, lying in the sun. Broadway Gay and I are struggling for shade, fully-clothed. Then HE walks by:

He was with the group from the bus, rather attractive fellow, about 5'9" with pale skin and mosquito bites. He had a strong, somewhat stocky-like build and the reddest hair down there I've ever seen. The hair on his head is blonde, so the contrast was interesting in the least. He settled in about 10 feet from us. I looked over and he was lying on his back, eyes closed, fire-red flames of long hair standing straight up from his crotch. I swear, I was ready to crawl into the shade his cock-wig was making! It seemed so cooling, yet so hot at the same time. It seriously looked like he had caught his dingdong on fire.

Broadway Gay leaned over to me and whispered, "It looks so, so…angry."