The Fetish Party @ Rehoboth Beach

I was going through some photos this weekend and I came across this one:

It was November of 2003 and Aaron Tanner was hosting a fetish party down at Rehoboth Beach, at the Double L. Normally he hosted it at the NYC Eagle.

After the Renegade closed, the beach was never the same. Hearing about this event, we (we being my friends and I) thought that perhaps, there was a new reason to go to the beach. Me and my friends decided to go check it out.

Jason, Ryan and myself went down to see what was going on. When you paid your money to get in, you got this kick ass dance cd, as a gift. They had a massage table set up and a stage, where throughout the night, several "skits" were performed. From a UPS guy, to a very very BAD santa, they had it all. A lot of people dressed up so I decided to put on a cowboy hat.

During the night, my friend Ryan became infatuated with our host, Aaron Tanner. They were joined at the hip for the rest of the night. (Aaron was very nice about it). Meanwhile, his boyfriend went around taking pictures of people. He hung around me and Jason a majority of the night, and kept taking pictures of us. Finally, I offered to take one of him and Jason together. After I took the picture, he insisted that I take one sitting on his lap with Jason next to us. I warned him, that I was (how do you say FAT ASS HEAVY but make it sound sophisticated) a little obese. He still insisted I sit on his lap. Deciding to give in and just make him happy (like a good little bottom) I sat down and this photo was snapped.

The Fetish Party only made one other appearance at the Double L. It was a short span, but the memories me and my friends have of them nights will last forever.

The Price of Sex

Thursday afternoon...........

The sun was shining and the sky was a bright blue. The morning had been cool, but now it was heating up. I was thirsty and decided to walk down the street to the gas station where all of us at work always got our beverages. I passed the mechanic shop next door and looked in at the cars they were working on. They had all the garage doors open, i'm guessing to ventilate the shop area. I saw one of the mechanics who usually came into our store, and he waved. I waved back.

Crossing through the fuel pumps, I looked up at the sign raised high above. It read, "Unleaded 2.62." I hated the fact that gas was becoming more and more expensive. I missed living in the city and being able to walk where I needed to go. You couldn't do that out in the country. Well, you could if you were Amish, but it wasn't practical. Even they had their horses and buggies. I wondered if you have to get horse and buggy insurance?

I walked into the store and immediately saw the guy behind the counter. I've seen the guy before but never really paid attention to him. Usually he was there with one of the girls that I knew who worked there. I'd show them my empty forty-four ounce cup to be refilled, and they would let me have it for free. Fountain sodas, no matter where you get them, are almost pure profit. When I used to work for the dining hall at the university, the cost of a fountain soda was four cents. We sold them for a dollar sixty-nine. No free refills.

So I went and filled up at the soda fountain with coca cola and went to the counter. The guy charged me for my drink, and part of me was irritated at that fact, but oh well. I paid him and walked out the door. Something kept nagging at me. The guy looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. He had a gotee, brownish blond and long brown hair kept in a ponytail with an eyebrow ring. He had pale skin and was very lean. That's when I realized where I had seen him before.

I was on my hands and knees on top of the bed naked, waiting for the man behind me to enter. He was older then me and had thick strong arms and hands. You could tell he worked with his hands, the way they gripped my waist and pulled me back into him. He kept thrusting and part of me took over and threw my head back to moan. That's when I saw the pictures on the wall. They were pictures of his kids, graduating from highschool. Two young men gleamed back at me with smiles, those stupid four point hats and that wad of paper, pretending to be a diploma. One of the young men was the guy from the gas station. After that I didn't mind paying the eighty-nine cents for my refill. It was the least I could pay for screwing his daddy.

Musical Hookup

I was chatting online the other day on one of my favorite websites, when I started chatting with a DJ. We got talking about our different likes and dislikes. Later in the conversation, he said that he was not into "Hooking up," just "Musical Hookups." I asked him what that meant.

A Musical Hookup, is where one guy invites another guy who he thinks may be hot to his house. They then go through the guy's music and decide what music they like. After finally making a decision, they burn a cd. If at the end, the guy who invited the other guy over is interested in him, they proceed from there. If not, the one guy leaves with just the souvenir compact disc.

Disturbing

At the park while I was waiting for the rush hour traffic at the gym to clear out, I was reading my book when three boys somewhere between the ages of 7- 11 rode up on bikes. Two girls about the same age, were riding their bikes along the top ridge of the park. They started yelling to each other............

Boy 1: "Hey NIKKI!"

Nikki: "What?"

Boy 1: "I LOVE YOU"

Nikki: "No you don't, you just saying that cause Mark told you to"

The group of boys snicker.

Boy 1: "Hey NIKKI, I want to have SEX WITH YOU"

This sentence alone was disturbing. The girl immediately rode their bikes down to where the boys were.

Boy 1: "Would you go out with Mark?"

Nikki: "No!"

Boy 1: "Would you go out with Jeremy?"

Nikki: "No!"

Boy 1: "Why not, cause he is younger then you?"

Nikki: "Yeah!"

Boy 1: "Want to play dirty dirty dirty dare?"

Nikki: "Sure!"

At this point I turned on my car and drove off. I did not want to know what these children were about to do.

My first thought was: Where are these children's parents? I felt like I should have gone over there and grabbed each child by the ear and lectured them. My second thought was: What business do kids this young have, knowing about sex? Now I'm all about educating your children on everything about sex and answering their questions, but the way these children casually brought it up, like a kiss or a hug, it was clear that they did not understand fully what SEX was. What does this say about our society???

*Sidenote* On the news this morning, they stated that teen pregnancy was at an all time high. Correlation?????